As the white glow emanating from the moon started to fade into speckled blackness, he could feel himself slowly drifting away into unconsciousness, forgetting all the day’s troubles. Yet as soon as he thought he was fast asleep, his eyes opened and he was in a different place. He was no longer lying on his mattress in his bedroom; he was apparently in the middle of imperial Rome.
“Not again” He muttered to himself as he looked down and he too was dressed in a white toga to match the dress of the apparent businessmen around him.
Now where am I? He thought to himself as he took in his surroundings.
Surrounded by businessmen, of obviously middle class… a row of beautifully carved columns on either side of me…bronze statue of the current leader in the middle on a four horse statue…temple at the bottom… I must be in a Roman forum.
He was right; he was in a Roman forum. He had no idea what he was doing there, he never knew why he appeared in Roman places in his dreams but after all, he was different.
He looked straight ahead at the temple and immediately felt drawn to it. Maybe it was the size and grandeur of it? No no no, not that. Maybe it was the decoration? No, definitely not that. He just couldn’t put his finger on what it was that was drawing it to him; there was definitely something mysterious about that temple that was drawing him to it, so he approached it to investigate.
Walking into the temple, he saw three statues and he walked from left to right, investigating the statues to see who they were of. The first one it seemed, according to the plaque, was of the divine Julius Caesar. The second one, and the most prominent quite clearly was Mars, the Roman god of war – he’d had enough experience with that god to last him a lifetime. The last one and by far the most beautiful was of Venus Genetrix, the goddess of love and… ‘The mother of the family line’ he muttered as he read the plaque.
As he stood up to exit, still wondering why he was drawn to the temple in the first place, he found he couldn’t quite stand properly as part of his toga had become caught in one of the newly developed cracks in the floor of the temple. As he struggled to pull his toga out one of the tiles became dislodged and as he picked it up to put it back in place, he saw something that was seemingly hidden underneath. Curious; he slipped as much of his hand as he could possibly fit in and pull out what was apparently a scroll.
He then uncoiled it and began to read:
“Dear my precious Lucius,
If you’re reading this right now, then I am no longer alive and I am strongly repentant about not ever being able to see your, no doubt, divine face as I died before you even exited my charming Karissa’s womb.
I’m pretty much certain that you have turned out to be quite an exquisite young man and you have probably already realised that you are different, whether or not you have realised you have a gift is beyond me as I cannot predict the future.
But you are different and that’s because you really are one of a kind; I say this because you have a gift and quite an extraordinary gift at that. The gift you possess enables you to do many things. Things that are too complex to explain in a letter I don’t really have a lot of time to explain, due to reasons Karissa will explain to you when you come out of your projection.
Yes, what you are having right now, unless the family is no longer of Plebian working class and are now rich, millionaires and are on a trip to Rome, which I highly doubt, is what a psychic would call an Astral Projection. Now this word may or may not be familiar to you but I shall explain it to you just incase it is not familiar to you.
An Astral Projection is more commonly seen as an “out of body experience” but really it is more than that. It is the power and ability to be able to be in one place physically and then make your Astral self or your spiritual self come out of your body and be somewhere else. It is a very rare gift and not many people have it, it isn’t even properly known of as of yet. Most people don’t believe it exists and the few people who have it don’t know they possess that gift. They, like you, think that they are just different from other people and just use it as a form of escapism from stressful situations; which they are different, technically speaking anyway.
However there is one more extravagant side to the gift that I don’t really have time to explain since I have to rush this letter. But I am certain that if Karissa bought you up like I suspect she has, then you will be determined to find out more about your gift after reading this letter. That is why I also enclose ten candles that also possess rare powers; powers that only you can control.
I shan’t explain their purpose to you now, neither can I explain how you inherited your powers, I shall let you explore that and find that out for yourself, but the sole reason I cannot is because my death is approaching me. It’s seemingly near; basically Augustus Caesar is after me, the first emperor of Ancient Rome and your mother Karissa will explain that fully to you when you come back from your projection.
All my love,
Your father - Casper Miller.
Ahh, one last thing; you cannot tell anyone except the people you trust most (ie your mother) about these powers, as stated before they are very rare and if people find out you have them, well it could lead to disastrous consequences for you and for everyone you love and care for. Even your mother doesn’t know you have them, she knows about my abilities which she will explain to you after you wake from this projection and then I assume you will tell her about your ability. I never had the chance to explain yours to her. Anywho, I must be off, the Praetorian’s will be here soon.”
