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by Jordana Lizama
Kindle Edition, 476 pages
Published February 17th 2013
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Only time will tell if Sophia, Alec and the world are ready to accept the mission that has been passed down for many generations. This is more than a story of reincarnation. This is a story that never ended following the reign of the Greek gods.
What has been hidden for thousands of years is about to surface in a small New England town. The impact on this rural village is ageless, but only the chosen time travelers know what is happening, the reason it is happening and how to control the outcome.
The Men of Ages have walked the Earth unnoticed since the time of Greek mythology and have kept their ancient war alive by transporting the lead warrior in a most unusual time machine. There is only one way to stop the cataclysmic demise of the human race and Sophia is the answer. But, Sophia is a teenage girl faced with many human and nonhuman desires that create a tortuous path from antiquity to the present day. Love conquers all; or, so it seems.
"You are late, Sophia," said the ten year old boy, his gaze intently fixed on the sky. The night was exceptionally dark; the only thing visible was a mound of rocks, on which the boy was standing, illuminated by a full moon. In front of him, there was nothing. If he took one step forward, he would fall into a lake twenty five feet below. Behind him was a clearing that was not visible, but the sound of the wind whispering through the grass indicated it was nearby. He began speaking before the girl appeared behind him.
It seemed as though she were floating. A stranger passing by would have been scared at the sight of the figure moving effortlessly, gazing downward, her hair disheveled and her clothes dirty. "I'm sorry I am late, but my Dad would not stop talking to me. He is terribly afraid he won’t have enough time. He's very sick and Mom won't tell us what's happening. But, I know, I can see it in her eyes that the end is near," said Sophia, her face tortured and her cheeks drenched with tears. She could no longer repress her sadness nor did she try.
"Have you had any dreams?" the boy asked, without looking at her, though she knew he was fully aware of her presence.
Anger filled her gray eyes. She had never accepted his nerves of steel and the cold way he separated his emotions from his decisions. "How can you ask me that now, of all times? Didn't you listen to me? My father is dying! I..."
"Yes," said the boy, a hint of sadness in his voice. "You know that it's important that you control yourself, Melp...Sophia, to save your father." For a brief second, he was unable to see the difference between her and what dwelt inside her, which was a clear indication that he had to leave. He felt guilty for coming to her so soon. He could now see that he had made a terrible mistake. She wasn't ready to know everything. He had to give her time and space; a lot of space.
The weather those days was unpredictable. Some days it looked as if it would snow, other days the sun was hardly visible; but most of the time it rained. Today would be no exception. Although it was raining, the drops were invisible. The sound of the driving rain, mixed with the howling wind, created a ghostly feel to an already ominous evening.
"I can't. I'm so tired. I don't want to do this anymore!" Sophia complained in a childish tone. Even though she was only ten, she had never acted like a child. She was very mature for her age or, at least, that is what her family and friends thought. She already knew how to read and write fluently, but she was embarrassed by her intelligence. And, she possessed an exceptional memory. She was capable of reading something only once and reciting it word for word.
The boy stood there without saying a word. He, too, was extremely mature for his age; even more than Sophia. But, he didn't hide it. He was very comfortable with his level of intelligence; he was neither proud nor ashamed of it. From the first moment she had met him she trusted him, feeling drawn to him by an invisible force. Even though she had many friends, he was the only person she truly confided in. The intensity of the rain increased until they were saturated and shivering. It wasn't long before the eye of the storm engulfed them. Wind blew through the trees scattering leaves in all directions and the whole forest shook with an overwhelming ferocity. Sophia waited for his response, feeling the stinging cold of the rain draining the warmth from her body.
"I can't help you this time, Soph. This time you have to do everything yourself. The time has come for me to leave." He finally turned around to look at her. His eyes reflected the remorse he felt, but his steadfast resolution brought a smile to his face. "The doctors will confirm that I should seek a warmer climate for health reasons. We certainly don’t need any nasty rumors spread around about our sudden departure."
"Please, don't leave. I need you. I can't do this alone," she cried as tears streamed down her face mixing with the raindrops.
"I'm sorry, Soph. I have to do it. Trust me, I wouldn't do this if I didn't think it was necessary," he said mostly to himself, although his eyes were focused intently on her. "I'll be back; I will come back for you. I thought you would be ready; ready to know and accept what you are and what you need to do. But I was wrong. That is why I have to leave to protect you and us from what you are," he explained to her, his eyes drifting from her and his thoughts lost inside him.
Sophia started to shiver as she felt pain spreading through her whole body. She tried hard to control it, but it was impossible for her to do so as she fell to her knees shutting her eyes while trying to calm herself. "I'm okay, I'm okay, just breathe," she repeated to herself. The boy walked intently towards her and reached out to touch her, but he stopped himself abruptly and took a few steps back. The hurt on his face could not begin to explain what he felt in his heart. He wanted to help her, keep her safe, but he couldn't and only he knew why. Sophia could not know what was happening to her; it was too soon for her to understand. He had been driven by his immense desire to see her, but this meeting was a mistake. Though he had little experience with this kind of relationship, there was no doubt about his feelings for her. He knew, one way or another, he would always be by her side to support her and love her; just not right now.
Shortly, Sophia's breathing became more regular and the tension in her face lessened. She sat up and looked at the boy but he wasn't looking at her, as she had hoped. "Thanks for the help," she said with anger in her voice.
The boy sighed, "I wish you could understand how much this hurts me. I wanted something different for you, but it is beyond my control. In fact, we both share the blame for your choice," he began to explain, but before he could finish speaking, she screamed at him.
"My choice? I did not choose this. You…," she yelled in a menacing voice that was not hers. Suddenly rising to her feet, she pointed at him and continued, "You did this to me!" The rain and the thunder just added to her confusion. She felt weak again and was about to fall when the boy moved swiftly towards her and grabbed her before she collapsed.
He was young of age, but there was a great force inside him. As they lay on the ground, the cold raindrops transformed into gentle snowflakes. This sudden change of scenery brought the deep feelings between the boy and the girl to the surface again. A brief moment passed in which neither of them spoke. The boy was immersed in his own thoughts and Sophia was emotionally drained. She wanted to vanish; disappear and forget the pain.
He massaged her back softly, trying to relieve at least some of her pain - a pain that did not come from her tired body, but from her heart. "You have to forget, at least for now. I will come back for you, that much I can promise you," he whispered repeatedly. And then, while she drifted away, he laid her softly on the ground, spoke gently in her ear and said, "Melpomene". But, his tone changed as he said this with a slight suggestion of a threat.
Sophia forgot almost everything; the boy had become nothing more than a distant dream to her. Her childhood became a vague memory of which she could only recall the pain of her father passing away and her family changing forever. No one knew for sure how long she had been in the clearing. When the police found her, she had no recollection of how she had gotten there. She had always been a very outspoken and social girl, but after this, she withdrew from everything and everyone who did not belong to her family. And, in spite of all the unconditional love from her family, she was never able to truly be herself again. Frequently, she would have dreams of a forest and a beautiful song followed by the hurt, the pain, the anger and the vengeance. She would wake up in the middle of the night, her forehead damp with cold sweat. She was unable to sleep after these dreams, but she never told her mother or anyone about her fears. After a few years, she anticipated the dreams and would read rather than sleep. She was afraid to sleep and was afraid of the dark. She thought this fear would subside as she got older; but it never did. She stayed in her bed and read until she fell asleep from total mental and emotional exhaustion. This nightly routine eventually produced shadows under her eyes and her eyesight deteriorated prematurely. Because of her insatiable appetite for reading, she needed glasses and bought an inexpensive pair of reading lenses in the neighborhood mall. She chose a pair with a heavy black frame that did not sit evenly on her face, making her look more like the ugly class nerd than the beautiful young woman she was. Thus, she avoided wearing them in public, despite her mother demanding that she should always use them.
This is the story of Sophia, a frightened and lonely girl, who is having trouble accepting a battle she knows nothing about but has been chosen nonetheless. Her gift comes from another world and she becomes the involuntary vehicle that connects her world with his world, again.