After Eli The Story of Solora

by The Tirlalaith FantasyComedian

This pick-ups near the end of the movie, and then plunges into what happened to Solora. Solora tells it in her own words. She is focused on journeying home, but the faith of Eli, takes her in an unexpected turn.

1. Prologue

After Eli

PROLOGUE:

This is my story. The story of Solora. This is the time, events, and places that took a turn in my life, after Eli died. When Eli was alive, he taught me that, what he believed in, had to be carried on; his work was done here on earth. Being the closest thing to a friend (he and I knew this to be true), he asked me to take a copy of a KJV, and to share the things taught in it, to others who will listen; after Lombardi had published his work. Unsure of his request, I took two copies with me. Yet, I had a life to live now. Eli's life had been hard, most of it focused on fulfilling the vision and obeying the calling that he had. Lombardi was present when Eli requested this. He suggested that I go to one of the churches on the mainland, and search for my spiritual calling.

Three days later, Eli died. During that time, he gave me his diary in which was recorded his sojourning and experiences from the time he found the leather-bound KJV in Braille form to the delivering of it's words to Lombardi. Hours before he died, he wrote what he called a "thanksgiving" to the voice of his God. He guessed that after his life expired here on this desolate earth, that I would take my journey home. With his request and my permission, he gave me a blessing. To tell you the truth, it made me blush, and yet, it was moving. After thanking Lombardi, he gave his last breath.

Here I am now; on a dusty and completely desolate road. Before I left Alcatraz, Lombardi told me I was welcome to stay. I told him that I should move on and he then asked me where my destination lay. I told him, I was heading home.

But where was home? Back to my blind mother, and Carnegie? Excluding Eli, Lombardi, and the museum in Alcatraz, the town where I had been born and raised under Carnegie's intense rule, was the only world I knew. The world outside that, was a ruin, and a desolation. Amazing. So many words I have learned, during my short stay in Alcatraz; guided by the only two friends I truly knew.

Little did I knew, looking back now, that the voice, the God of Eli; was watching over me. I believe, it must have been something to do with Eli's blessing, or...the words to describe it...his supplication on my part. I've been protected so far, these past 2 weeks since I left Alcatraz, Lombardi, and Eli's resting place. Yet, I worry. Will it last?