Patience

What am I going to say? What am I going to do? I had read and organized three full bookshelves by the time Gohan returned to the basement, and all I had remembered was I had lived in the dark with a lot of machinery. All I really wanted to remember was a name, but it still wouldn't come to me. I have managed to find an old box of hand-me-down clothes, that I suspected were from Vadel. I selected a pair of worn jeans and a black tee that held tight to my figure, it strangly felt more comfortable than the looser shirts in the box.

"Hi, Gohan." I said from beside the books, as I heard him come down the stairs.

"How did you know it was me?"

"You skip the second step." I grinned, showing him my new outfit.

"Well you've been busy." Gohan laughed as he looked to the bookshelves. "I got the council to meet in two days. We'll discuss what to do after that."

"It seems you've been busy too." I said standing up, I was still a little wobbly, but I was doing much better on my feet.

"Well I brought you dinner." Gohan pulled a bag from behind him and handed it to me, but his attention was focused on the blue orb I had sent to the table. "Did you do that?"

"Yah." I answered easily looking at the orb and picking up another book from the floor.

"How?"

"I just… told it not to follow me."

"And it listened?"

"Well… my mind almost… went into it…like we were temporarily fused so I could control it." I smiled his way, not understanding why he was so interested in what I had done.

"Okay well… I'll come down later I have some house work to do and I have to help Vadel train for a competition."

Gohan walked up the stairs looking down on me real quick before closing the door and locking it tight behind him. I put the last book on the shelf and walked over to the mental table and sat looking at the four bookshelves. And started to daydream about nothing in particular. I closed my eyes and pleaded to myself. Just a name, please, anything. In the back of my head I heard a voice coming to the surface. At last a memory, I held tight to it... and pulled it closer.

"Shut up you little brat. I don't care what you want. You will serve me as a warrior of ultimate caliber. You have mastered so much, now concentrate and kill her," the voice yelled into my mind.

Who was he? His voice was crackled as if he was in his "later years", but he seemed to know me and he wanted me to kill someone. Who and why? This answer only lead to more questions, more unanswerable questions at that.

I closed off my mind, and pulled away ... this memory scared me.

Gohan came down that night, but I was already a sleep. The only reason I knew he was down there at all was the feeling deep in my mind that I had registered his presence, but had not woken because I knew he would not harm me.

Gohan returned the next afternoon to find me reading a fiction book. The fiction genre took a lot more time to read because the author could literally make up anything they wanted and the reader was subject to every whim and fantasy of the text.

"You haven't eaten?" Gohan sounded startled after walking down the stairs and looking to the bag sitting beside the mental table, still full of food.

"Oh, I got busy and forgot."

"How could you forget to eat?" Gohan questioned in shock.

"I just wasn't hungry."

Gohan stated picking up the old lunch bag and put down two bags to replace the old one. "I won't be coming down until tomorrow night so I've left you some meals. Please," He said turning to me, "please eat, you haven't had a thing in nearly seven months."

He looked truly concerned and I nodded picking up the bag, "I'll try. I don't seem to have too much of an appetite." I said smiling, "Besides not eating has had no effect on me so far."

"Well still. I don't like the thoughts that come to my mind when I think of not eating for that long… It worries me."

"I know Gohan, but I'm fine."

"Just stay that way okay."

"It's a deal," I whispered drawing a smile back to his face.

"I'll see you tomorrow night and I'll bring a friend," He said as he walked out.

When I finished my novel I put it in it's preplanned alphabetical order alignment. The next book I picked up was a small black leather bound journal; it was all bent and tattered with a small blue ribbon placed as a bookmark.

I opened the book to the marked page and read:

July 16, 779:

Our first child is born it's a girl. Vadel's choice in names is Pan, and it is all but final in the paper work, mom is thrilled and dad is coming over to see her in a little while. I'm afraid it maybe a while before I can write again, Vadel needs as much of my help as I can give her.

This was the last he had written in about 2 years, according to my calculations and his earlier statement about his daughter's age.

I paged through the book accidentally cutting myself on one of the pages. The cut healed itself instantly and the blood left on the page disappeared or dissolved into oblivion.