Timeless

Chapter Six

    The sun's sanguine rays peer through my window and dart for my eyes, rapidly sending them open. I jump out of bed and take a peek outside. Pleasant, sapphire skies embrace me with open arms as I inhale the sweet fragrance of the outdoors. By the unconditional strength and passion in my bones, I receive a valiant instinct that today is the day that is going to change my life forever.

Zelda. A name that has a perplexing aspect to it along with an undercurrent of consternation. It provokes tension and possesses an intangible significance. Like the ear-piercing sound of a glass plate shattering into millions of infinitesimal pieces at an elegant restaurant. Zelda. Automatically rushes a person into a bolt of thought. Zelda.

I search up the name with posthaste on my coal-colored computer, which prompts me to reminisce about Zelda's unconfined cloak, with the exact same shade as the hue circumscribing the electronic device before me. The accessible data is overwhelming.

Seemingly, Zelda is a name of German origins that directly translates to "woman warrior." This implies that she has an extremely high status, but this can lead to egotistical behavior. Nevertheless, her horoscope states that the name gives her a responsible, expressive, inspirational, and friendly personality. Her self-confidence launches her into a state of ecstasy with abilities that are nevermore doubted. However, Zelda is not altogether constructive, which creates a somewhat scattering influence, making it challenging to complete what she begins. The name brings disappointment and emotional involvements through being too empathetic and easily affected. She has a sinister appearance which reduces the trust people initially associate her with.

All of this is disturbingly precise. Agitation permeates my body, but I am well aware of what needs to be done. The only thing that is holding me back is the resurfacing question of how. Luckily, this is punctually solved.

Like the figure of a marathon runner whizzing by the eyes, dirt from the ground being hoisted up from swift footwork, a subtle breeze forming and slapping all within propinquity, one of my memories strikes. I am encompassed by myriads of enormous skyscrapers, their stories like building blocks, touching the tenuous sky. The engaged streets are compacted with people frantically trying to steer through the bustle. I imagine that I will be lost in the urban area, literally treated as if invisible. To my surprise, I am wrong.

I know exactly where I am, and feel my body moving ahead of my mind. My legs promptly carry me to the destination, while I am able to view the world's hidden secrets that most people just allow to pass them by. I will not make that mistake. I am barely even aware that I am walking because the beauty of the city is enthralling my attention. I do not know what to expect, but that's okay. Life is full of mysteries, and where would we be without the thrill of them?

My legs come to an abrupt halt. I sedately look up. I need to find out whether I just dawdled to a random building or if there was a vivid underlying meaning to it all. When I am greeted by the black and white structure, my heart stops pumping for what feels like forever. My mouth suddenly feels like sandpaper, and a drop of sweat trickles down my face. A bold sign with the words "Physic Readings, Tarot Cards, and More" beckons me. Directly underneath is the name Zelda in a violet, intricate cursive font.

With a single look at the taunting jade sign located at the corner of the sidewalk, the ghostly letters spelling out 1st Street, the whole fiasco disappears, leaving me goggling at my desolate bedroom wall. According to my memory, assuming that accuracy suffused it, Zelda does exist. She may not be aware of my presence, but her simply being alive shepherds a ray of sunshine to my face. I am beyond familiar with the place where she dwells; however, I am struggling to find a way of traveling to the city.

Unless I simply do it myself. Independence and responsibility are two dominant traits of mine. I can take the subway to Manhattan solo. Mom and Dad won't return from work until later this evening, and Vincent's football practice ceases in an hour or so. Despite this, I still feel the urge to leap out of my comfort zone sparking in my heart. I convince myself that Vincent will not be concerned in the least. I believe no one will, which causes salty tears to invade my once free eyes and isolation to secure a place in my body. I stand up, shoulders drooping, but persuade myself this is for the best. I was meant to be alone. Nonetheless, deep down inside, I know I am lying to myself. Doing this alone is not an option. I need somebody to face my fears alongside me, willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of us. I am sorrowed to say such a person seems to be nonattending in my life.

Then, I realize I do have this innocent, compassionate person in my world. I met her one time only, but something clicked. She understood me, and I could comprehend all elements about her as well. Her name is Daisy, the girl I met yesterday at swim practice.

I must track her down. She will run away with me and all our problems will be solved. We will come back and be viewed as heroes. Heroes. A word that I had never seen the relation to with me until now. I am my own hero. The same thing applies to Daisy.

Now, finding a single person in a universe with inhabitants of billions may give the impression of being an impossible feat to the general population, but when you have a brain and heart like mine, unique to solely me, anything is possible. I snatch a handful of quarters from my baby pink piggy bank, shove them in my pocket, and head out the door. Initially, I divagate around, aspiring for a sign of where this miraculous child resides. Typically, at times I find extremely significant, instinct overtakes my body, and everything goes according to plan. Today is different. The moment when I need a memory, a sign, or something to get moving on my mission, nothing is conspicuous. Yet, the clouds are somewhat prominent on this particular occasion: much more awe-inspiring and sweet, like cotton candy, than usual. The kind that melts as soon as it is carefully placed on the tongue.

I am usually not one to see shapes in the clouds, but not one facet of the present has even resembled normalcy lately, so this does not trigger outrage. A figure forms; first very abstractly, but it unhurriedly becomes more corporeal. Its morphing has now come to an end, and the final result is a palpable arrow, similar to that on a weather vane. It points to the north, a place of countless opportunities, where the sky truly is the limit. Without any logic behind this, I find myself running in the direction of the cloud, at top speed.

After a few minutes of racing, my heart is about to explode, like a balloon being pumped with too much helium. A sharp pain reaches the side of my stomach, and nausea perfuses my throat. I do not terminate moving though because the ultimate goal of my expedition possesses more power than is realistic in my body.

All of a sudden, I feel new pain all over, and I am flung to the ground. It takes me a minute to register what just occurred, but all the pieces fall into place. I just collided with Daisy, who I had been searching for this whole time. She was rushing toward the south, the opposite direction my motion was in. She is now on the cemented sidewalk, too, still contemplating over the bizarre encounter. I now do not have to fib to myself any longer. Everything truly does happen for a reason. And that, I can safely say, is the truth.

I am still giddy from the forceful crash with Daisy, and she honestly looks like she is about to retch, but I get up, dusting the specks of dirt off my pants. She musters up the willpower to rise as well, and now we are face to face with each another.

"Daisy!" she bursts. "I've been searching all over for you! I had the craziest dream last night. Well, once I actually fell asleep. I was so drowsy, but my experience with you yesterday couldn't leave my head. My dream was actually quite interesting... and weird at the same time. I met this lady named Zelda- oh, it was so spooky! Do you want to hear about it?"

I smile, divulging my imperfect teeth, like a unique pearl necklace. There may be various scratches, cracks, and dull spots, but in the end, it is special, which makes it beautiful.
"Tell me all about it!" I rejoice.