A/N: For those of you who already guessed it, you are correct! Cam is going to time travel and become the most powerful immortal to ever walk the earth. I hope you guys love the twist I am about to reveal... Please review!
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Cameron
"Chris? Chris?" I called out to him but I knew he wouldn't respond. I felt very drowsy, weak… So weak that I could barely open my eyes. I could tell I was outside, which was strange. I would think that grandpa Edward would have taken me back in by now. I also thought it was off that the scents around me were so different. The ground also felt different. I finally managed to open my eyes and found myself in what almost looked like a some kind of wilderness turned jungle.
"Where the hell am I?" I tried to feel more my family around me but I couldn't I couldn't feel anything as if my numb.
"Grandpa? Chris? Jamie? Billie?..." I called out each name one by one but no one answered. Each step I took was exhausting and only took me deeper into the jungle forest. I began to realize that the plants that surrounded me were unlike anything I have ever seen. They were too large, too alien to belong to the planet earth but where else could I be.
The exhaustion finally took over and I dropped on the leaves of a large fern like plant, and fell asleep.
The following day I felt stronger, more like myself, so I traveled and searched for my family with no avail. Each day took me to new more alien places that only made me feel more lost and in despair. I couldn't figure out where the hell I was until I had found the very ancient and extinct carcass of a sabretooth tiger.
"No. This is impossible!" I said out loud as I felt my heart crumble into pieces. I feel before the carcass and cried. Some part of me knew that this was coming. The plants that surrounded me were the biggest hint but it wasn't until I saw the carcass that I accepted where I was. When I was. My mind began to race as I wondered how this was even possible. My powers allowed me to experience the past as if I was there. Grandpa Kal once called it, or better yet, will call it, walking through time. This was in how my mother was able to see me in the spirit world. The thing was that I was in my spirit body. When I returned from that vision, I was back in the cellar where I had sat down originally.
"How can my body be here?" I began touching my face and arms. I pinched myself to make sure that my body was real and that I wasn't spirit walking again. I wasn't. My body was very real. But for a body to travel through time it would take a great amount of energy and a great sacrifice. Just like the wolf died when Taha Aki took over his body to become a man, it would take a sacrifice to transport a body through time. This realization made me remember my vision before the attack. In my vision, I saw the bodies of all the immortals, my family, the werewolves, the guard, everyone was scattered on the ground, lifeless. A great sacrifice… Every immortal being in that party was sacrificed for this trip. The energy of each and every one of my family was traded carelessly so that I could take back what happened.
"But why here?" I asked myself. But the answer came to me almost as soon as the question was asked. Though I only wanted to take back a few seconds, the collective energy of all the vampires was far greater than mere seconds. Marcus and Caius alone have over 5000 years of immortality. That is 5000 years of collective energy, and when you add the years of all the other members of my family and the werewolves….
"I'm in the ice age." I realized in horror. It made sense. The cold weather didn't quite match my jungle like surroundings and the dead sabretooth was only a confirmation of that. Animals were dying because it was too cold for them and their food sources were migrating trying to find the warmth.
This was the most selfish and horrific mistake I had ever made. I didn't mean to do this, I didn't mean to travel in time. Grandpa had warned me about my powers but they were still too new to me to control. I cried even harder then and I vowed that I would make this right. Even if it took 10,000 years to be back at that party, I would make it right.
It took me almost two years to find people. I had no idea where in the planet I was but I had a rough estimate of when after I ran into a heard of mammoth. It was a small village. Their demeanor and overall look told me that we were somewhere in the Paleolithic, maybe even Mesolithic times and I was grateful that I took that ancient history and humanities elective in school, otherwise I would be completely lost.
The villagers were very distrustful. They did not accept me but I stayed close to them because they were the only people I found. I just needed to feel people again. Their energy strengthened me and for the first time in years I was able to access the spirit world. I was still weak so I could only stay there for short periods of time but it was enough to comfort me in my solace. So I stayed close to the villagers, learned their ways, their language, and waited. Waiting would be calling now. It was the only thing I could do. Wait.
These villagers were nomads and after about a year of stalking them they finally let me into their village. It wasn't that they trusted me but that I saved one of the men from a saber-tooth tiger. I was immortal so I was stronger, faster, as I came into my powers. He saw this so he took me into the village and into his home. His name was Tuk. I was very scared that he would try to take me as his wife by force. I knew I could stop him but I didn't want to be alone anymore. Loneliness was my greatest enemy. The first night he laid me on his bed but I shook my head and cried. He grunted and left the hut. It was like that every night for months until he finally took another wife. I was allowed to stay in the village but I had to stay with the reject wives. These were older women who were too old for child bearing.
For four years I lived with this ancient man as his wife. Tuk took two other wives within those four years and he was always kind to all of us. He never forced me to do anything which surprised me since he knew my secret. He knew that I was supernaturally strong and fast. For four years he allowed me to go hunting with him and we developed a partnership. He protected me from the villagers as my husband, and I ensured his family would never starve.
I lived four years with them and then my husband died. I was surprised by how upset I was about it. The other women quickly went to live with other men. That is what life was like for these women. They were dependent on the men to survive but I realized I didn't have to be that way. My husband's sons were too young to claim any of his things so I claimed the hut and weapons, I perfected them and sustained myself. The elders were a furious and threatened to kick me out of the village but I told them that I was gifted with the spirit of a warrior and that in time they would see that warriors do not choose what body they are born to. They also had few choices because I was the best hunter in the village and they would all benefit greatly from my hunting trips.
After decades of seeing that I didn't age, they started to believe my claims of being a spirit warrior. I lived with them for almost a century. It was hard for me to leave them but I had to learn more about where I was. I found another group of nomads about 150 years after my arrival at this time. These nomads were a little more advanced. They used more refined tools and weapons, and they had domesticated animals. I stayed with them about 300 years before we traveled to lands that I was actually familiar with. Africa.
Being in Africa was an interesting experience. Their civilization was even more advanced and when my tribe joined with the smaller tribe across Africa, I had my first vision in centuries. I saw how both civilizations would blossom into the people who built the great pyramids. I saw them evolve and teach themselves of science and philosophy so advanced that even the time I was born into would pale in comparison. Of course it was only a vision but I was proud of my tribe. However, I was also sad. So much knowledge would be lost.
I left Africa, fearing that my interference would somehow affect what they would become and I traveled alone for over a century. This was one of the darkest loneliest periods of my life. I spent a great deal of time in the spirit world, learning more and more about my powers. My powers were getting stronger. The past was becoming easier to access but the future was harder. Seeing the future was extremely draining as if I was forcing the visions. But it was more than that. I felt as if I were missing something, as if my powers themselves were linked to this missing piece and I would never be able to access the future until I fount this link. Being in the past was terrifying because I knew that one wrong move and I could destroy my family and the future that I was seeking for. I could keep them from ever existing. I could keep myself from ever existing. I worked hard to learn more about time walking but this missing piece was blocking me which is why after a century of practice, I was only able to catch minute glimpses for the future. It was incredibly frustrating. The positive side was that the rest of my spirit powers had grown exponentially. I was able to manipulate the elements, animals, plants, and even people. It was a terrifying responsibility to hold so much control in my hands but I knew who I was. I knew that I would never interfere with the lives of the people around me. I swore on my mother's grave that I wouldn't so I stayed away and lived on my own but after a century, the loneliness finally took over my willingness to learn more about time travel so I walked the earth once more, trying to find people.
I went back to the Africa and Mesopotamia area knowing that there would be people there. I was surprised to see how much it had change. The nomads were still around but now there were also settlers. The settlers had blossomed into beautiful ancient civilizations. The pyramids had not been built yet but the structures I saw were definitely advanced and unique. After such a long time living as a nomad I found life as a settler to be rather dull. There was no point of settling when there was no one to share a home with. I missed traveling and most of all I missed the happiness of a family.
I had rejected the idea of taking another husband but then I met Alko. He was a brave man who had risked his life to save two girls from the tribe. This was a time that kids were dispensable so I was taken aback by a man who would risk his own life to save children. His bravery cost him his arm and he could no longer hunt. I hunted for him and we became close. He was very appreciative of me and he claimed me as his wife. Like before, it wasn't a real wife to him but unlike before, Alko didn't take other wives to replace me.
Alko was different from other men. He was smart. He invented gadgets to help him with his disability. He wrote. He had thoughts and ideas that were beyond his time. So instead of forcing me to be his wife he instead became my friend. He talked to me, touched my hand with such gentility that it would send shivers down my back. He would often bring me flowers and skins for warmth. His gentile nature made me realize that it had been centuries since someone, held my hand or hugged me. I found myself opening up to him, I told him about my family, about Chris. We was jealous at first but he was understanding and then he suggested something that I would never have considered before.
"Loneliness is the death of the soul. You have a long journey ahead of you. You must endure and the only way to do that is to have something to fight for. Not a dream, not a possibility of a future that does not exist yet, but something real. Something concrete." He told me. He held my hand and squeezed it.
"Let me give you children. Let motherhood be your salvation. Let it be the balm to your loneliness. You can watch over our children for generations until it is time to save your loved ones. But for now, let me give you loved ones that you can hold and cherish until the future comes to be." He continued.
The idea was tempting. I had been alone for a millennia, possibly more. It was hard to tell. I looked into his eyes, the kind eyes of a man beyond his time. A man who loved me. Who understood that I could never love him as I loved Chris. A man who was offering me salvation from this destitute and I found myself unable to say no.
"I accept." I told him. He smiled and took me into his arms and for the first time, we shared a passionate kiss and I allowed him into my bed. It felt like such a betrayal and I cried almost every night for the first year until the birth of my first child. A son we named Alak.
When my son was born, it was the first time in centuries that I felt somewhat whole. Yes, my family was far beyond my reach. Yes, Chris not not the father of this child but he was still my child and he brought me a small glimmer of happiness in my destitute. I couldn't feel guilty for that small token. I knew my Chris would want me to find some happiness as would my family. So I put my guilt aside and I allowed myself to fall into this new chapter of my life. Motherhood.
Alko and I had many children together. I didn't age and men could have kids well into their 60s so we had 13 children. I was very afraid that they would become immortal but my children aged, got sick, some even died. I lost two daughters while they gave childbirth to my grandchildren. I lived my first bit of happiness until my husband died.
Alko had suggested that I allow my children to be my balm but watching my children die off was too painful, but not nearly as painful as watching them make mistakes. The Alko's tribe were not as isolated as Tuk's. We often traded and there was a lot of influence from neighboring civilizations. My children were seduced into their lifestyles and into their greed. I made a promise not to use my powers to change the people around me, including my children, so instead I used the tools available to mothers at that time, words and love.
Many of my son's took multiple wives, despite my objections. But when some of my sons tried to sell their sisters, the wrath of my anger was so great that I actually beat one of my sons after I found out he traded his sister to a man who raped her to death. I wanted to leave that wretched place but I realized that I couldn't leave my children so I stayed with them a bit longer to try to help them, to guide them but it was useless. The final straw was when one of my son's betrayed my secret. The same son that sold his sister.
It was in Africa that I made my first mistake. I should have left my kids behind but I couldn't. Some of the neighboring tribes noticed that I did not age and my son confirmed their suspicions. These people were very smart and it was only a matter of time before someone would try to harness my power. It was the middle of an eclipse. They thought that somehow this would give them the power to take me down. They even brought dogs and domesticated wolves with them.
They attacked me. Ten men, 16 beasts all attacking at once. I fought them easily but I was becoming tired. Finally, I killed all of them but I felt physically drained. I was still the daughter of a werewolf and somehow the eclipse was affecting me after all. I looked up and saw that it was the peak of the eclipse. While I was distracted one of the wolves managed to bite into my leg. It was a large wolf. It was a species that I thought was extinct. I kicked the wolf off me but I didn't kill it. The wolf let me go and started whimpering before it ran off. I thought of chasing after him but I was simply too tiered.
The men were all laying dead around me. I felt drained and almost feverish which was strange because I was not human. I heard someone riding across the distance. I tried to leave but I was too succumbed by a sudden exhaustion. I managed to get myself to the medicine man in the village. He was my father, Uru, in law and I trusted him. He gave me some water and started to dress my wounds. He was old and believed in the old ways. I laid back and let him work so I didn't notice when he leaned into my leg and started licking my wound.
"What are you doing?!" I yelled in his language.
"It smells so good." He told me and tried to drink my blood again. I gathered up all m strength and pushed him across the hut.
All these years, I had never bled. Not once, except for my period days which were scarce to begin with. He came after me again but I stopped him easily. I was about to kill him when I saw a vision that would change everything. My visions were scarce which was odd considering how many if them I used to get in my own timeline. I figured it was because I was so far in the past that there were few events that could shape the future enough to trigger a vision.
This event was one of those cataclysmic events that triggered the most powerful vision I ever had. A vision that would change my entire destiny. I saw my dear friend Uru, the medicine man would become a vampire. He wouldn't be like other vampires. He wouldn't be fast, or beautiful, or cold and hard but he would be a vampire none the less.
He would be the father of every vampire I know and love. He was patient zero. The original vampire and I had created him. I was the mother of monsters, the great ancestor. Uru will start with one of his own grandchildren, my grandchildren. Kashta would be the first vampire with hard skin that sparkles in the sun. She would be like her grandfather. She will not be a crazed newborn. She will become afraid of her power and they will travel together for centuries. She will seek a companion, Irti, and the first modern vampire will be born. He will be bloodthirsty and crazy during the first year and Uru will become afraid. He will leave Kashta. Kashta and her mate will turn a few more vampires before they get killed by werewolves. The werewolves that will be turned by the rabid wolf that bit me earlier tonight. It will roam the forest and attack several people. It is this day that the cycle begins, the cycle that I began. I was the mother of monsters.
Many people would die because of Uru and this wolf but eventually my family would be born. In fact, it Uru who will contribute the last piece of the puzzle before he is burned (by humans, of all things) in the back alleys of medieval London. His last victim would be a young blond man who would push aside all his instincts and become an animal drinker. Uru would be the one to turn Carlise Cullen. I saw it all now so lucidly that I could have kicked myself for not seeing it before.
Suddenly, time itself revealed itself and I realized that I finally had access to time. This was why that century of training in the forest was so fruitless. I was missing this link, this one piece that cracked open the future like a piñata. Time wasn't flat or linear. It had to be stacked. Once all the pieces were laid next to one another and stacked into place it all fit together perfectly. Like a giant complex Rubix's cube. I couldn't solve it before because this event was missing from it.
After several millennia and after creating many vampires, Kashta and Irti would turn another son named Ramak. Ramak would turn another son named Caius who would become terrified by wolves when he hears the horror storied from Ramak and sees the wolves kill his sire. Marcus and Aro would be turned by a vampire named Lemeren who would also be sired by Irti. The Romanians would be sired by one of Uru's many victims.
All the pieces were falling into place and as I turned the Rubix cube I realized I had access to almost everything thing. With one turn, a decision could change and I had access to every possibility of every choice as if I were holding the rubix cube of time in my hand. But as I search through all the possibilities, I realized there was still a missing piece. Some turns were hazy but I could still see most of the future and the outcome of my mistake.
I looked at my old friend, my father in law, and I contemplated the unthinkable. If I killed Uru and the infected wolf now, vampires and werewolves would never roam the earth. Humanity could blossom and no supernatural beings would ever hurt a human. I saw that possibility very clearly. I saw the victims of the monsters I created grow old and have children. I saw those children grow old as well. But then I saw the faces of my family flash before my eyes. My mother, my father, my aunt and uncle, my grandparents, my cousins. I saw the faces of all the children who would never exist, including my cousins, all the hybrids and my Chris. They would never exist. Heck! I could never exist. Did I have the right to upset the balance and take myself out of existence?
I created these monsters. If I had never come to the past, I would never have created vampires and werewolves but I would also have never existed. It was an impossible puzzle that could never be solved. Did this mean that this incident was meant to be? Or was this yet another accident I needed to clean up? Did I have the right to destroy the lives of Chris and all the other children that would be woven between nature and super nature? Did they not have a right to exist? What would that do to the world? Unfortunately, that was one answer that I didn't have access to. I knew the faces of the people that would exist if supernatural beings never roamed the earth but I didn't know the type of world that they would be born into. It was a gamble, I could create a world far worse than if I let vampires and werewolves roam the earth or I could create a better world. I could take the gamble but did I have that right?
I still felt weak and in my weakened state I heard a voice that I hadn't heard in a long time. It was a memory of a voice. 'Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.' It was my mother's voice. It was her favorite saying. Yes, I could kill Uru and the wolf now to end all of the evil that would exist, but what about the good. Does the bad outweigh the good, the love that my family and friends would share?
I took my father in law by his neck and glared into his eyes with such force and ferocity that he trembled.
"You have done a terrible thing. You are a different being now and many lives will be destroyed because you. I should not let you live but I will. However, you the people of this world must always be protected, revered, and feared. If you use your new powers to annihilate them, I will come for you and all those you turn and I will end you. I will be the great destroyer of monsters. I will become a force unlike you have ever seen. So heed my warning old friend. Make sure that your children respect humanity. Make sure they understand that humanity must always endure. They you and your children must live in the shadows for this world belongs to the humans. Do you understand?" I asked him. Uru nodded and ran out the door in terror.
I fell to the ground and watched helplessly as Uru ran out into the desert. He would spend weeks there, unable to understand what was happening to him. He would remember my warning and pass it on to all the children he sired. It would be this fear that joined together the Volturi. The fear of destruction. That same fear of destruction would also keep the werewolves at bay after they would be hunted by vampires. I saw the pieces fall into place and certain imaged of the future became so clear that I had no doubt they would come to be.
I realized my time was up. It was time for me to leave Africa and let my children be who they were meant to be. I couldn't control them. I had to allow the pieces to fall into their place, so with great pains I traveled far from the lands I had once called home.
I traveled for almost a century before I stopped at place that I couldn't not walk away from. I thought that I was doomed to wander the earth forever, until I made it to the lands that would later become Quileute territory. I would have recognized those lands anywhere. My connection to the lands was stronger at the spiritual level and my powers felt stronger there.
I was even more surprised when I found nomads in that area. They were a small group but I could already recognize the familiar traits of my people. They were quick to welcome me into their tribe as if they sensed that I belonged there. I was surprised at how at home I felt there. It made me think a lot about my family.
About a ten years of living with the nomads I befriended one of the younger men. I knew he was infatuated with me but he was very kind. His name was Kiota and he came from a one-wife household which I found interesting. Not all the nomads in this tribe took multiple wives. We hunted together for months and finally he told me that he would build a home for us and that when he was done, we would go to the elders and he would present me as his bride. It wasn't a proposal. He was pretty much giving me no option but I found that I didn't mind.
I still loved Chris. My heart would belong to no one else but he wasn't even born yet. I missed having a family and being with the people that could possibly be my ancestors made me miss my family even more. I would have never, EVER, considered becoming a wife again but the loneliness took over again. Being surrounded by my own ancestors was too much.
Kiota was even kinder than my second husband, Alko. Again, Kiota wasn't Chris but his kindness was too hard to ignore. Slowly but surely I came to care for him and I realized how much I missed having someone in my life. Once again, motherhood was too tempting a gift and my loneliness was too great. I married Kiota and we had 9 children. Once again, all my children were human so I cared for each of them and made sure that I instilled the morals that Kiota and I valued. My children with Kiota were not like my children with Alko. They were good kids and they had respect for life and the lands they lived in.
I had a good life with Kiota so his death was very hard for me, but not nearly as hard as watching my children age and die one by one until there was none of them left except for my grandchildren. For the first time, I understood what grandpa Kal and grandma Leah did. I wanted to leave too but the tribe had fallen unto hard times. The elements were harsh on these lands and our people were dying. I knew that I should not intervene but I had to. I was an elder so I used my power an an elder to move the tribe to safer lands within the future Quileute territory. I let my spirit powers guide me to a safer grounds but these grounds were already occupied.
There was a small tribe occupying these lands. I felt a long time ago, when they first moved into these lands but it wasn't until we came face to face that I realized why. This tribe were spirit warriors. Their lands were safe from the terrible blizzard that was overpowering the surrounding lands because they were able to manipulate the elements. I kept myself hidden from them, my grandchildren and the other elders made the introductions and both tribes united. The moment that I saw the elders of both tribes shake hands, another piece of the rubix cube fell into place. I saw the future perfectly. I wasn't just the mother of monsters, I was also the mother of the spirit warriors.
My children and grandchildren had never seen me enter the spirit world but they knew I could because I would often go into the mountains to enter the spirit world. Though they wanted to learn, I kept these powers secret because I didn't want to influence the tribe but the elders of the new tribe recognized my powers instantly. Their elders came to me and touched my hands my face. They could sense my power. These elders always had a connection to the spirit world which was why they could manipulate the elements but our presence in this tribe would reveal the spirit world to them. Once my grandchildren revealed that the spirit world could be entered into, it would be the beginning of the spirit warrior tribe.
We joined forces with their elders, they selected a group of young men that would learn to become spirit warriors. They asked me to teach them but I told them that I had already showed them the door so they had to learn to turn the key for themselves. They did.
The spirit warriors were very talented, made up of young men from both linage and men who weren't even my blood. They were all very powerful and in only a few generations, they learned to manipulate the elements and saw their tribe flourish. Other tribes were jealous of our powers but our warriors were too powerful for them.
I was at awe of them. Our tribe had flourished and I was happy to be a part of it. They called me the great mother and from me they learned an appreciation for nature and the spirit world. I thought that I would stay with them forever until I met a young woman from the new tribe and her little baby, Taha Aki. The young woman was the daughter of one of the strongest spirit warriors from the tribe that had joined us. Her mother and father were both elders so they were my friends. I always felt connected to them and to her but it wasn't until she presented her son to the elders that I knew why. As I held my grandfather in my arms, I knew I had to leave. The last piece of the puzzle had fallen. The rubix cube was now complete and I knew what they would ask me to do.
I looked at Taha Aki's grandparents, my great great grandparents, and they knew instantly. My great great grandmother took the child from my arms and handed him to his mother.
"You must go. This is a terrible invasion. You can change destiny in unprecedented ways." She told me. My great grandmother, Akita, and my great grandfather, Taha, looked at me in confusion.
"What is happening mother?" Akita asked us. I sent everyone away from the hut, except for the elders, some of whom were my decedents, Taha and Akita. I looked at my great grandmother and her babe and I couldn't help the tears that formed in my eyes.
"You are holding my grandfather in your arms. I have beguiled you all. I am not an ancient mother. I am a daughter of this tribe, rather I will be in a very long time." I told them. The elders gasped and my great grandmother held on to my grandfather tightly. I continued to tell them my story, not all of it, because I was afraid of their knowledge of certain things like vampires and werewolves, would affect their future, but I told them about my powers, wondering the world, leaving my children behind, creating beings that were beyond my control, and my hopes to restore my future family.
"How could you do this? You were the first spirit warrior. You of all people know how delicate the balance of nature is. Time being the most delicate of all!" One of the other elders scolded. He was my great grandson.
"I know that son. For I am the one who taught you this! I have an entire family to save in the future. I family that I murdered by my own recklessness and ignorance of the extent of my power. I must save them! I did not intend to bring magic onto this world. I only meant to save my family but it seems that magic was meant to be here regardless. If it wasn't I would not exist, for I am both the cause and the effect of the supernatural on this earth." I told the elders. They looked at me and for the first time, they were looking at me like the young woman I looked like rather than the elder that I was.
"That may be so, but you took liberties, grandmother. Your presence on this earth has disturbed the balance. You and I should have never been. We do not belong here yet here we are." He told me. I had tears in my eyes.
"If I had not been here. This tribe wouldn't even exist. So much life and love would have been lost… Hundreds of billions of people wouldn't exist... I did take liberties. I created children but these children were born human. The only power they got from me was genetic. It is my blood, my genes, that allowed humanity to persevere, to withstand plagues, to endure… which means that my children were meant to exist. You were meant to exist my child." I told him directly. Then I looked at each and every one of the elders so they can understand that what I said was true.
"You must understand that I was not created. I was born, which means that I too have a purpose, a destiny. You are my destiny." I told them all. The elders spoke among one another while I looked at my grandfather and the young parents that held him. My great grandmother, gave the babe to her husband and walked over to me.
"My husband and I are not one of your children. Neither is my son." She said to me. I nodded, unsure of were she was going with this. She smiled.
"If my son is your grandfather then you are my great granddaughter. My child... I am honored to meet you." She said. I had tears in my eyes (an even foreghn to me). She hugged me and held me in her arms for a long time. When she released me, the elders were waiting, finally my grandson spoke. I knew the next words that would come out of my grandson's mouth and the vision that followed was terrifying.
"You do have a purpose and it has been fulfilled. You must leave your body here. Go into the spirit world and wait until it is time for you to give back what you have taken. We will bury you among our chiefs, in sacred lands that no one will ever dare to disturb. We will ensure that our children care for these lands with their lives so that when the time is right, you can reenter your body and emerge from your sacred grave. Your body will be more powerful than it was ever before, from harnessing the great powers that this land endows us. You will be able to save your family, our family." He told me. I felt the tears sting my eyes again.
"You want me to kill myself?" I whispered.
"No grandmother. You know very well that even while you are in the spirit world, your body cannot die like ours can. You will be very much alive, but you yourself said that your presence here has brought upon both blessings and curses. You have created an impossible paradox. You must leave this world to be, to evolve so that we can have a chance to endure. You know well enough that it will be too tempting for you not to interfere especially with your grandfather standing right beside you." He told me.
I knew he was right. All the pieces had fallen into place. My mission was done, I only had one thing left. To save my family. As soon as I thought this, I saw another vision. I saw myself in the spirit world, I saw every event in time occur at once. It was strange how my rubix cube kept twisting and evolving to a tesseract and beyond. As new events unfolded, time itself unfolded. It was like seeing the 4th or more dimensions and moving across them. Each choice, added a new layer of infinite possibilities, twists and turns. No, time wasn't linear at all, but I was experiencing it in a linear way. I began to realize that entering the spirit world would not be so bad. My new understand of time would allow me to experience it differently, I would be walking through time and events all at once, yet it would feel like no time had passed at all.
This would not be like my last time in the spirit world, where I only caught glimpses. I would experience every one of these events at once as I moved through time. I saw how I would be lost from the legends. How the tribe would weave stories with the truth so that by the time I existed, there was no way for me to know that my adult body was buried only a few miles from where I was learning to crawl and walk. It was all so twisted yet necessary. They would also hide the truth about Taha Aki. The spirit warriors would not die out with Taha Aki. They would die out with me for Taha Aki would be the last generation of spirit warriors.
Taha Aki was much older than what the legends claimed. The legends are old and told by mouth. Taha himself will change them to hide his age at the elders request. Utlapa, as all the other spirit warriors, knew about me for he had seen me in the spirit world. They knew that I was in the spirit world, waiting to take over my body when the time was right. Which is why my body was protected, so that no one can harm it until it was my time to return to it. My story was what inspired Utlapa to take over Taha Aki's body for if I was able to jump into my body after such a long time, what was to keep him from jumping into someone else's body.
I could have stopped him, but I knew that this event had to happen. The last time that I would see Taha Aki, would be right after his body become invaded. There in the spirit world, he would ask for my guidance as to how to retake his body. After this I will ask Taha Aki, myself, to end the spirit warriors. I will tell him that he will father many wolves that would then protect the tribe. I tell him that in order to keep the future safe, no other tribe members can know about me so that this never happens again and so that no one tries to take over my body because it would jeopardize the future. We could not have any more time walkers in the tribe either. He must be the last spirit warrior and uncle Harry would become the first. I would be ever present, though not ever knowing for I had still much to learn, and I would experience it all in an nonlinear way that would make it seem like did not exist. The vision ended and I looked at me ancestors and children all together in the same hut, but as I looked closer I saw beyond what was before me. I saw their children, and their children's children. I saw the hut in both its current state and in every state that that place would become. More importantly, I saw myself. I saw every aspect of myself in every time, in every level, in every layer of this incredibly complex puzzle that was time and I knew exactly what I would do, was doing, and had already done.
My 'decision' made, I adjusted my eyes to focus on the present and give my children my response.
"I will enter the spirit world and when the time is right I will enter my body again." I told them.