Part 2:
Liz Parker walked along the sidewalk, her side back pack swinging against her hip. The
light wind of the south blew around her, stray pieces of her hair falling around her face.
She reached up and tucked them behind her ear, her hand then resting back to it's place.
Opening the door to her home, she threw her bag on the wooden floor, retreating to her
father's bed room. Knocking on the door, her father quickly answered, pulling her inside.
"Lizzie, sweetie, it's time," he said, moving the hard back books aside for her to sit down.
She sat down on the bed, and waited for him to begin. Pulling up the black computer
chair, he sat down across from, taking her trembling hands into his. "Daddy, what's
wrong? You're scaring me," she asked, her voice straining. Something was not right
about this. And she bet everything she had that it had to do with who she was.
For years she has known the truth behind her existence. As her human brain caught up
with the progressing alien brain, her father, Nasedo has been telling her the story of who
she was. To the people of her town, she was just a small town girl, but she knew
differently. During the time she wanted to learn more about her history, her father's eyes
lit up, and they went to a certain place that he longed to go once more. It saddened her to
know that he was all alone here with no one to care and love for. He cared for her, but it
wasn't the same. He needed someone for himself.
"Lizzie, you have to know something. I have kept it from you all of these years. But now
you need to know. Everything depends on it. That is all you need to know for right now,"
her father told her.
Liz stood and bent down to give her father a hug. He ruffled her hair before she went into
her room to pack for the upcoming trip. Neatly, she packed her clothes in the black
leather suitcase she found laying on her bed. Next to it was a smaller bag to take the
personal things she must have. Walking over to the white book case that her father
painted for her, she grabbed the books to place in the suitcase for her journey back to
Roswell.
As she walked over to the bed, a book fell from her grasp. Mumbling something under
her breath, she shuffled over to the case. Stacking the books neatly, she went back to get
the leather bound book. Her eyes narrowed as she couldn't understand where she had
seen the book before.
Grabbing the book, she slowly opened it, not sure what to except. The pages were like
glass, needed to be handled with tender care. There were different pictures from various
times. But there was one page that easily caught her attention. There were five pictures,
inscriptions written under it. It was a language that she was not familiar with nor had she
ever heard of it.
On the next page, was a picture of five young children. She traced the outline of the
young girl with her long flowing tresses cascading down her shoulders. Staring at the
picture, she closes her eyes, her finger on her face, scanning the picture inside of her
mind. As she closes the book, confusion still apparent in her eyes. Only seconds later
does she realizes who the young girl was.
"Oh my gosh," she said aloud. Placing the book inside of the suit case under the clothes,
she zipped the bag, staring ahead at the white painted wall.
The night soon came to an end, which meant tomorrow would be the start of a new
journey with many answers following.
Nasedo sat on the bed, holding the cordless phone in his lap waiting for the excepted
phone call. His sources told him that he should be aware of the near future which was a
reason why he had been anxious to arrive back in Roswell. The phone soon ran, breaking
his Nasedo from his thoughts.
"Hello, Nasedo. It has been a long time since our last meeting," Kivhar said.
Nasedo agreed. "Yes, it has."
There was a long pause until Kivhar spoke. "It's time to tell them, Nasedo. We have to
tell them the truth. They can't become who they're meant to become without the
knowledge. We have to meet again. They have to learn everything," Kivhar exclaimed.
Nasedo knew he was right. Liz and himself had to leave this town and go back to
Roswell where he would meet again with the one who he left behind. "I will be there
tomorrow," informed Nasedo.
Kivhar placed the phone back in it's cradle as he sat in the brown leather chair in his
office his feet propped against the desk. Laying on his lap was a book, the page flipped
to the page that explained the future. "All in time my young children," he said.
Liz Parker walked along the sidewalk, her side back pack swinging against her hip. The
light wind of the south blew around her, stray pieces of her hair falling around her face.
She reached up and tucked them behind her ear, her hand then resting back to it's place.
Opening the door to her home, she threw her bag on the wooden floor, retreating to her
father's bed room. Knocking on the door, her father quickly answered, pulling her inside.
"Lizzie, sweetie, it's time," he said, moving the hard back books aside for her to sit down.
She sat down on the bed, and waited for him to begin. Pulling up the black computer
chair, he sat down across from, taking her trembling hands into his. "Daddy, what's
wrong? You're scaring me," she asked, her voice straining. Something was not right
about this. And she bet everything she had that it had to do with who she was.
For years she has known the truth behind her existence. As her human brain caught up
with the progressing alien brain, her father, Nasedo has been telling her the story of who
she was. To the people of her town, she was just a small town girl, but she knew
differently. During the time she wanted to learn more about her history, her father's eyes
lit up, and they went to a certain place that he longed to go once more. It saddened her to
know that he was all alone here with no one to care and love for. He cared for her, but it
wasn't the same. He needed someone for himself.
"Lizzie, you have to know something. I have kept it from you all of these years. But now
you need to know. Everything depends on it. That is all you need to know for right now,"
her father told her.
Liz stood and bent down to give her father a hug. He ruffled her hair before she went into
her room to pack for the upcoming trip. Neatly, she packed her clothes in the black
leather suitcase she found laying on her bed. Next to it was a smaller bag to take the
personal things she must have. Walking over to the white book case that her father
painted for her, she grabbed the books to place in the suitcase for her journey back to
Roswell.
As she walked over to the bed, a book fell from her grasp. Mumbling something under
her breath, she shuffled over to the case. Stacking the books neatly, she went back to get
the leather bound book. Her eyes narrowed as she couldn't understand where she had
seen the book before.
Grabbing the book, she slowly opened it, not sure what to except. The pages were like
glass, needed to be handled with tender care. There were different pictures from various
times. But there was one page that easily caught her attention. There were five pictures,
inscriptions written under it. It was a language that she was not familiar with nor had she
ever heard of it.
On the next page, was a picture of five young children. She traced the outline of the
young girl with her long flowing tresses cascading down her shoulders. Staring at the
picture, she closes her eyes, her finger on her face, scanning the picture inside of her
mind. As she closes the book, confusion still apparent in her eyes. Only seconds later
does she realizes who the young girl was.
"Oh my gosh," she said aloud. Placing the book inside of the suit case under the clothes,
she zipped the bag, staring ahead at the white painted wall.
The night soon came to an end, which meant tomorrow would be the start of a new
journey with many answers following.
Nasedo sat on the bed, holding the cordless phone in his lap waiting for the excepted
phone call. His sources told him that he should be aware of the near future which was a
reason why he had been anxious to arrive back in Roswell. The phone soon ran, breaking
his Nasedo from his thoughts.
"Hello, Nasedo. It has been a long time since our last meeting," Kivhar said.
Nasedo agreed. "Yes, it has."
There was a long pause until Kivhar spoke. "It's time to tell them, Nasedo. We have to
tell them the truth. They can't become who they're meant to become without the
knowledge. We have to meet again. They have to learn everything," Kivhar exclaimed.
Nasedo knew he was right. Liz and himself had to leave this town and go back to
Roswell where he would meet again with the one who he left behind. "I will be there
tomorrow," informed Nasedo.
Kivhar placed the phone back in it's cradle as he sat in the brown leather chair in his
office his feet propped against the desk. Laying on his lap was a book, the page flipped
to the page that explained the future. "All in time my young children," he said.