A Future Forsaken
By Emily Jennings
Max left in Departure with Isabel & Tess, who didn't kill Alex. 20 years later & the world has changed. Antar & Earth have formed an alliance & 'aliens' are a thing of faerie tales. Can Max & Liz truly forsake their love now that the ultimate boundary has been diminished?
Author's note: Thank you for all your kind reviews, they're much appreciated. This story isn't really helping me with my writers' block in regard to my other story so I'm considering discontinuing it. I haven't decided yet though, so here's another chapter while I do decide.
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The three-year-old black Labrador barks jovially and chases the receding waves out to sea, snapping playfully at the ebbing foam. The lean young dog skids to an abrupt halt and makes a hasty retreat, turning hurriedly in surprise and almost tripping over his forepaws in excitement as he dashes back to shore, the waves following closely behind.
He continues running even after the waves had retreated, continuing on their journey. Spraying sand and salty water over his gleaming dark coat as he runs, the dog's tongue lolls out in a picture of unabated happiness.
Claudia Vilandra Parker-Evans laughs and twirls delightedly, feeling completely as one with the earth and the sea and the air. Her long chestnut coloured hair fans around her as she spins to the gentle musical rhymes of the elements, feeling distinctly witchy and untouchable. Her large hazel eyes twinkle mischievously as she waves her mother's cotton shawl above her, upturning her head so she can watch the wind catch beneath it and inflate it like a kite or the sail of a ship.
She stops dead in her tracks and turns her head towards the house, listening intently. The dog, a few yards away, who has been chasing his tail determinedly, now stops and sniffs the air searchingly. Nothing from the house can be heard or smelt this close to the sea but after only a moment the dog gives two short distinct barks of confirmation and gallops towards it.
That is all Claudia needs to know to know that her father has arrived home. She drops the shawl heedlessly at her feet and raises her hand to her mouth, uttering her own version of a Native American war cry before speeding off after her pet. She stoops momentarily to sweep up a gull's feather, sticking it wantonly into her hair.
She takes the steps up to the wrap-around porch two at a time and bursts through the door. She stops just before the door of the music room and leans casually on the door frame, moderating her breathing to conceal her sprint to the house. She peers into the room and rolls her eyes, her parents are locked in a passionate embrace, lost to the world for the next five minutes she knows.
Finally she clears her throat to let them know she's there and they break apart bashfully.
'Hay Kido' her father says, smiling wryly and holding out his arms, to which she gladly runs.
'Hi Daddy' she greets fondly, 'I've been playing at being a witch today'
'A witch?!' he asks in exaggerated surprise. 'It looks like Pocahontas to me!' he exclaims, tweaking her nose fondly and motioning to the gull's feather.
She nods reasonably, 'That next'
Claudia turns to her smiling mother whose chocolate coloured hair is always shiny and who is always so very beautiful but who seems especially so when her father is around, and grins impishly, 'Trouble was fighting the waves again today' she says, speaking of the dog and giggling.
Her mother nods and strokes her hair affectionately, 'I could see from the veranda' she confirms, taking the feather from her daughter's hair. 'I thought you looked very witchy and Trouble looked very silly.'
The girl laughs and nods then turns to her father and asks, 'Daddy, will you tell me the story of Repunzle again tonight?'
Her father nods and says he will …
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…. Gasping for air Liz opened her eyes and let the tears fall down her face.
This world was a cruel one. It should not be possible to see the things she saw. That future had been lost to her over twenty years before, when a man, Max, walked through her bedroom room in Roswell and put the responsibility of the world on her shoulders – literally.
And yet it haunted her … She knew it was real, or it once was, that she is not just fabricating a dream, that she had had that happiness, that life, that family.
She glanced around the alley in a daze of confusion, which was quickly replaced by a potent anger and she shot her hand out, aiming at discarded aluminium can on the floor. There was a cracking sound, like lightning, as green energy streamed from her outstretched hand and hit the can squarely at its centre, burning a neat round hole clean through it and leaving a blackened scorch mark on the ground.
She smiled a self-satisfied, bitter smile and put her hand down, pulling it into a fist. Elizabeth Parker wasn't all she seemed after all, she mused resentfully, thinking of her husband and child. The trophy mother and wife perhaps, but there was a part of her she kept secret. It was the part of her that her husband could never touch or sedate, the part of her that was Max's and would always be so.
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Max had not known that it had been possible but two months ago his only real close friend and his advisor, Serana, had come into his study looking pale and anxious and told him that he had a message …. from within the granolith.
That's impossible, he had said, but followed her to the holding chamber anyway. She had stopped just outside the door, wringing her hands nervously, 'There's one other thing ….' she had said. 'The message …. It's from you.'
He had frowned and paused, 'From the time before?'
'No, this …' she hesitated, 'is something … Other'
He did not know then that what he would hear and see would change his life forever … and restore the one thing he had given up on.
Hope.
…
T.B.C.
Please read and review. x
By Emily Jennings
Max left in Departure with Isabel & Tess, who didn't kill Alex. 20 years later & the world has changed. Antar & Earth have formed an alliance & 'aliens' are a thing of faerie tales. Can Max & Liz truly forsake their love now that the ultimate boundary has been diminished?
Author's note: Thank you for all your kind reviews, they're much appreciated. This story isn't really helping me with my writers' block in regard to my other story so I'm considering discontinuing it. I haven't decided yet though, so here's another chapter while I do decide.
----
The three-year-old black Labrador barks jovially and chases the receding waves out to sea, snapping playfully at the ebbing foam. The lean young dog skids to an abrupt halt and makes a hasty retreat, turning hurriedly in surprise and almost tripping over his forepaws in excitement as he dashes back to shore, the waves following closely behind.
He continues running even after the waves had retreated, continuing on their journey. Spraying sand and salty water over his gleaming dark coat as he runs, the dog's tongue lolls out in a picture of unabated happiness.
Claudia Vilandra Parker-Evans laughs and twirls delightedly, feeling completely as one with the earth and the sea and the air. Her long chestnut coloured hair fans around her as she spins to the gentle musical rhymes of the elements, feeling distinctly witchy and untouchable. Her large hazel eyes twinkle mischievously as she waves her mother's cotton shawl above her, upturning her head so she can watch the wind catch beneath it and inflate it like a kite or the sail of a ship.
She stops dead in her tracks and turns her head towards the house, listening intently. The dog, a few yards away, who has been chasing his tail determinedly, now stops and sniffs the air searchingly. Nothing from the house can be heard or smelt this close to the sea but after only a moment the dog gives two short distinct barks of confirmation and gallops towards it.
That is all Claudia needs to know to know that her father has arrived home. She drops the shawl heedlessly at her feet and raises her hand to her mouth, uttering her own version of a Native American war cry before speeding off after her pet. She stoops momentarily to sweep up a gull's feather, sticking it wantonly into her hair.
She takes the steps up to the wrap-around porch two at a time and bursts through the door. She stops just before the door of the music room and leans casually on the door frame, moderating her breathing to conceal her sprint to the house. She peers into the room and rolls her eyes, her parents are locked in a passionate embrace, lost to the world for the next five minutes she knows.
Finally she clears her throat to let them know she's there and they break apart bashfully.
'Hay Kido' her father says, smiling wryly and holding out his arms, to which she gladly runs.
'Hi Daddy' she greets fondly, 'I've been playing at being a witch today'
'A witch?!' he asks in exaggerated surprise. 'It looks like Pocahontas to me!' he exclaims, tweaking her nose fondly and motioning to the gull's feather.
She nods reasonably, 'That next'
Claudia turns to her smiling mother whose chocolate coloured hair is always shiny and who is always so very beautiful but who seems especially so when her father is around, and grins impishly, 'Trouble was fighting the waves again today' she says, speaking of the dog and giggling.
Her mother nods and strokes her hair affectionately, 'I could see from the veranda' she confirms, taking the feather from her daughter's hair. 'I thought you looked very witchy and Trouble looked very silly.'
The girl laughs and nods then turns to her father and asks, 'Daddy, will you tell me the story of Repunzle again tonight?'
Her father nods and says he will …
----
…. Gasping for air Liz opened her eyes and let the tears fall down her face.
This world was a cruel one. It should not be possible to see the things she saw. That future had been lost to her over twenty years before, when a man, Max, walked through her bedroom room in Roswell and put the responsibility of the world on her shoulders – literally.
And yet it haunted her … She knew it was real, or it once was, that she is not just fabricating a dream, that she had had that happiness, that life, that family.
She glanced around the alley in a daze of confusion, which was quickly replaced by a potent anger and she shot her hand out, aiming at discarded aluminium can on the floor. There was a cracking sound, like lightning, as green energy streamed from her outstretched hand and hit the can squarely at its centre, burning a neat round hole clean through it and leaving a blackened scorch mark on the ground.
She smiled a self-satisfied, bitter smile and put her hand down, pulling it into a fist. Elizabeth Parker wasn't all she seemed after all, she mused resentfully, thinking of her husband and child. The trophy mother and wife perhaps, but there was a part of her she kept secret. It was the part of her that her husband could never touch or sedate, the part of her that was Max's and would always be so.
----
Max had not known that it had been possible but two months ago his only real close friend and his advisor, Serana, had come into his study looking pale and anxious and told him that he had a message …. from within the granolith.
That's impossible, he had said, but followed her to the holding chamber anyway. She had stopped just outside the door, wringing her hands nervously, 'There's one other thing ….' she had said. 'The message …. It's from you.'
He had frowned and paused, 'From the time before?'
'No, this …' she hesitated, 'is something … Other'
He did not know then that what he would hear and see would change his life forever … and restore the one thing he had given up on.
Hope.
…
T.B.C.
Please read and review. x