Purple Dandelion

11- Dad

❤️BELIEVE❤️

Lazarus had been attempting to explain to me how I look like I do and why, but he is just confusing
me even more as he keeps say he is not the who is meant to tell me what’s happening, yet he can’t
tell me who the person to answer my questions is.

How were we even talking under water? Well technically we are not, the dreads on our head turns out
to not be dreads.

The lady with Lazarus came to me while I was panicking and a strand of her ‘dread’ intertwined with mine. Then I could hear her a clear as a cloudless day. She explained it like “We call them Kumma. Since we cannot talk in water they evolved into our ancestors. They attach with the
Pirri, water person or mermaid in your tongue, you want to talk to then allows them to hear the thoughts
directed to them ,the Kumma are as evolved as the human vocal system if not more. It can
differentiate between private thoughts and thoughts you would like to share just as you shut your
month when you think inside and open it when you want to verbalise them,”

As much as what she is saying does make somewhat sense my mind cannot comprehend it.

I don’t know whether the water is at an indescribable temperature or this experience is making me
numb. The lady continues talking without talking but I cannot hear her anymore. I just want to go
back. Back to a time before Cain and I’s accident, before Cain as a whole. Before my Aunts death
and fathers departure.

I want to go back to a time when my biggest issue was my mum telling me to go to sleep before I was tried. When the only upsetting thing was having to go back home after having a splendid day with my neighbourhood friends.

I cannot remember much of my childhood but I know it was the most peaceful I have ever been, and
for that I am grateful.

All of these emotions put a strain on my heart making me feel like I am sinking. Slowly my
vision blurs accompanied by the feeling of pins and needles everywhere. Everything falls silent.
Everything disappears. I feel myself close my eyes to rest, hoping to wake up and for everything to
be somewhat normal.

**

When I come to I am in the centre of the ritual stones behind my Aunts house. Besides me is my father  with a huge smile on his face. Without word or warning we collide in a deep
meaningful hug.

“Oh how I have prayed to see you again.” My father sobs. My eyes water as I can finally ask him the
one question that has hunted me for a long time now.

“Why did you leave me?” I question trying to swallow the tightness in my throat.

“I did not. Sacrificed I was as take care of you I had not. I put your life in danger and my flesh was
killed. Now I am in the place of ancestor I assist on given missions” my father says, dragging each
word and thinking of the next.

I must have had a frown on my face as he smiles and says.

“First time in over ten years I speak this language. Where I come from we don’t really speak.” He
says as slow as the last time.

“Oh” I respond taking in what he has been trying to say.

“ For you to be a sacrifice someone had to kill you. Who killed you?” I asked

“My baby. Sometime things are better left unknown. Not for ....ignorance but for peace.” He
answers.

“So I guess I know who it is huh.” I say getting out of his embrace. He does not answer. Only looks at
me with sad eyes.

“Do you know what is happening to me?”

“Yes. Just as your guardian keeps informing I am in no position to tell you” he says more fluent then
the other times he has been talking.

“Guardian?”

“ Yes, the one you call Lazarus. His mission was to take care of you.” With this statement my heart
shatters. Lazarus was with me because of some mission?

“What..” is all I could say. Betrayal in its bitter moments is known to take away speech.

“Yes, but he will most-likely be sent to the pit as he fell in love with you which is seen as a.... crime
in the other world.”

“What.” I breathe for the second time.

He seems to lose focus for a second before saying “Listen to me my baby, our time is almost up. Do
not lose who you are and know that just because someone smiles doesn’t mean they are your
friend.”

“Will I ever see you again?” I say looking at my palm scared to hear the answer.

“Only time can tell. I have to go now.” He says as his figure vanishes as if he was a hologram leaving
me alone.

Loneliness

It seems as if he and I might be close friends.

**

When I open my eyes drops of water get in causing me to close them again. It is raining.

I turn my head and open my eyes again to see Rits and Lazarus pulling me out of the water. I look down
to see my legs are back to being legs. A deep cough arises from my throat catching the attention of
Rits and Lazarus. They let go of my arms and turn me over causing water to escape from my mouth
as I vomit it out while coughing. Every cough hurts my throat and leaves me further breathless then
the last.

After a while I compose myself and gain enough strength to stand. The scene before me leaves me
speechless. Not because of it captivating beauty but because I have seen it all before in my last
dream about the stranger.

“Where are we?” I ask

“In the spiritual realm connected to your world.” Rits answers me.

“There is more than one spiritual realm?” I wonder out loud.

“The short answer is no. This is the part dedicated to you part of the solar system though.” Rits informs
me. “but don’t worry you will learn and understand it eventually”

“Eventually?” I repeat looking at her this time.

“We have to go and get you food.” Rits says ignoring my question.

Lazarus holds my arm to guide me to land but all I can think of is what my father said. I am a mission
to him. I want to leash out and tell him to never touch me or talk to me again but the rational part of
my brain tells me I need to keep up with him since I have no idea what is happening around me.

Rits holds my other arm and slowly we move to shore. Everybody is exhausted by the time we get to
shore.