Hi guys...
I'm truly sorry for leaving you hanging for this long. RL has a tendency to get in the way...
But Susan, Burgandy Lily, Akashaa, cheri and Amber... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FEEDBACK!!! I will update two chapters this time all because of you :D
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[b]Chapter 12[/b]
[i]Santa Fe, New Mexico - 2005[/i]
Elizabeth had tried everything in order to retrieve her memory. She had been put under hypnosis and she had been to a psychologist. From the psychologist she had received the advice that people who suffer from amnesia could get their memory back by coming into contact with objects that meant something to them in the life before the memory loss. However, Elizabeth did not come into contact with something that was even a reminiscent of her former life. She knew that she had been taken, or kidnapped, and had been hurt and suffered the amnesia as a cause of that. That much she had managed to figure out on her own.
No doctor could explain why she was always sick. She had been to countless physicians and they had found nothing wrong with her - that is, nothing except her symptoms. However, the fact that Elizabeth's interior tissues were slightly burned could be a source to her symptoms. She suffered from headaches, resembling migraine attacks, every day. She had frequent nose bleedings. She could not keep much food down and was very thin as a cause of that. A month ago, her eyes had started to hurt and sting. She often suffered from dizziness and often had to sit down and take a breather. Finding out her past was her number one priority. Perhaps her medical history told of some genetic disease. She had a child to take care of - she did not want to leave her child in a world where someone was after her. Her daughter was no older than four years old, she could not be left alone.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy!"
Elizabeth turned around to find her daughter running towards her - with a drawing in her hand and excitement shining in her eyes. Those eyes. When Elizabeth had looked into those eyes for the first time, she had found them strangely familiar. She couldn't place them, but she instinctively knew that they were the eyes of her daughter's father.
"Look what I paint," Emma exclaimed as she crawled up into her mother's lap.
Elizabeth looked down at the drawing that Emma was clutching in her hand.
"It's a pwincess," Emma explained.
"That's really beautiful," Elizabeth said, smiling. But then her smile started to slip off her face as she saw the symbols that Emma had drawn around the princess. They resembled...cave paintings.
"Honey, what's this?" she asked her daughter.
"Dat I see in Daddy's dweam," her daughter answered seriously. Elizabeth flinched when Emma used the word 'daddy'. She hadn't even spoken to her daughter about daddies yet, how did she know the word?
"What do you mean, sweety?" Elizabeth asked.
Emma yawned.
"I'm sleepy," Emma said.
Elizabeth smiled and stood up, Emma bundled up in her arms. They walked into the bedroom and Emma was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Elizabeth sat still on the bed in the growing darkness for a long time, thinking about what her daughter had said - once again wondering who she was.
[i]Roswell, New Mexico - 2005 [/i]
Max was thrown out of his dream by a sound outside his window. He laid still and listened for a few minutes, giving Michael a chance to knock on the window before Max decided to go to attack. He could only hear the deafening silence. His alien DNA made his hearing a little better than that of the human. His eye-sight was even a little better at night than at day. He quietly eased up into sitting position, grabbing the baseball bat beside the bed in the movement. His feet softly touched the carpet on the floor and as gracefully as a cat, Max made his way across the cold floor. He unlocked and opened the window with his powers in order to make it as soundlessly as possible. As he climbed over the window-ledge he propped the bat up against the wall at the inside of his room -thinking that his alien powers were probably more effective as a weapon, but wanting to keep the bat close in case he had to defend himself and protect his secret at the same time.
"Max Evans?" a low voice said from the shadows.
Max jumped at the sound of the voice and then tensed up - all his senses directed into the direction of the voice.
"Show yourself," Max demanded.
The man, walking out from the shadows into the moonlight, recognized the voice of authority and knew instinctually that he had found him.
"Don't be frightened, I'm not here to do any harm," the man said and stepped closer to Max.
"Stay where you are," Max ordered.
Max eyed the man suspiciously. He was tall - about an inch taller than Max. He was quite muscular built, but his stance was not at all intimidating. Max could sense that he meant no evil - that he was one of the 'good guys'.
"Who are you?" Max asked.
"Can we go some place more private and talk?" the man asked.
"Not before you tell me who you are," Max demanded.
The man held the human's gaze, the human body that carried the soul of his latent king.
"I'm your protector," he answered.
Max looked at him in disbelief.
"Our protector is dead," Max said.
"The man you believed to be your protector was a fraud. Let's go somewhere and I'll tell you more."
Max hesitated for a few seconds and then came to the decision that he could at least her him out. He had a good feeling about him.
"Okay, I know a place. But I want Michael and Isabel with me."
"I would be surprised if you didn't," the man said.
"So, what's all the fuss about, Maxwell? You have nothing better to do than to wake slee-"
Michael stopped abruptly as he saw the stranger standing over at one of the walls of the UFO center. He automatically raised his right hand in front of him - prepared to fire if he needed to. There was a stranger standing inside the closed UFO center, at three o'clock in the morning and in the same room as this potential enemy, was his (in another life time) king standing and the king's sister and Michael knew that his role in this life was to protect them. But on the other hand he was also standing in the same room as Isabel and Max - the only family he had ever known, which he would protect with his life not only out of loyalty but mostly out of love.
"And you most be Rath," the stranger said.
"Who are you?" Michael said menacingly.
"Michael, this man have something to tell us," Max said before the man had a chance to answer Michael.
"Max, what are you thinking? He could be mindwarping you, just waiting for the right opportunity to kill you so that he can be a hero at home!" Michael said, getting pissed off at Max, who once again risked their lives.
"Michael, let's hear him out," Max said and said a little lower when Michael came closer to him, "But be prepared to strike, okay?"
Michael nodded and the teenage group fell silent, waiting for the stranger to speak. When he didn't, Max spoke up, "I believe you own us an explanation," he prompted.
"As I told Zan-"
"Max," Max corrected him.
"Right. As I told Max I am your protector-"
"What?!" Isabel and Michael cried out in unison.
"You cannot be our protector, our protector's dead," Michael said.
"The one who called himself your protector...what did you call him...Naeda?"
"Nasedo," Max corrected.
"Yes, anyway...he was a traitor." The man expected them to arguing against him, but they were all silent. He didn't know that it all made some sense to them. Nasedo had always been cruel. Even though he made them believe it was because he was completely alien and they were hybrids - they never felt comfortable with the easiness in which he killed anyone that stood in his way, just in order to protect the royal four.
"So, you're our protector, huh?" Michael said. "If you are our protector, then where the hell have you been for the last...I don't know...sixteen years!"
"I've been around," their protector said calmly.
"You've been around...you've been around!!!" Michael yelled. "Where the hell were you when I was being transferred from foster 'situation' to foster 'situation', to end up with Hank. Where the hell were you when Hank beat the crap out of-"
"Michael," Max said calmly, putting a hand on Michael's shoulder to calm him down.
"No, Max! You don't understand. You had the perfect life - I was left out in the dirt-"
"Michael, stop it!" Isabel said.
Michael turned to look at her, with his mouth open, ready to tell Isabel one thing or two but he didn't say anything when he saw that Isabel was on the verge of crying. He had made her upset, and he slowly calmed himself down.
"I'm sorry that I wasn't there, but we couldn't interfere too much. Firstly, it would have looked suspicious and secondly you had to become a part of the human society. To blend in with the humans was probably your best life insurance. If I had taken you under my wings, you would not have learned the human norms as well as you were able to do on the inside - being part of a human family."
"Why did you let us believe that Nasedo was our protector?" Max asked. "He could've killed us!"
"We had him under strict surveillance...."
"So you have been watching us the whole time?" Isabel asked, feeling exposed.
"Yes, in order to keep you safe. Although, we were pretty convinced that Nasedo would not hurt you. He would not win anything on killing you."
"What did Nasedo want?" Max asked.
"He wanted you Max."
"Me?"
"You're the only one who can work the Granolith." "Not the Granolith again," Max thought, groaning inwardly.
"What do you mean?" Michael asked.
"The Granolith is a means of transportation between Earth and Antar."
"Antar, that's...home?" Michael asked.
Their new protector nodded.
"And Nasedo wanted the Granolith?" Max asked.
"He wanted you to operate it so that he could get to Antar, with you. I guess he had made some deal with our enemies on Antar."
"And the deal was to...take Max to Antar?" Isabel asked.
"Yes, probably in time for his own public execution," the protector said.
Isabel instinctively stepped closer to her brother and took his hand.
"So you can understand why Nasedo didn't kill Max. He neither killed Michael nor Isabel since he wanted to earn Max's trust so that he would be easier to convince to take him home. Most likely, he kept away from your human friends for the same reason."
"What do we call you?" Isabel asked.
"Kira," the protector said and understood by Isabel's question that she had accepted him.
"Why are you here now?" Michael asked.
"It have come to our knowledge that an heir to the throne has been born," Kira said.
"What does that mean?" Michael asked and as he and Isabel kept their eyes fixed on Kira for an explanation, they failed to notice how Max seemed to space out - thinking about a night spent with Liz five years ago.
"An heir to Max has been born." All eyes turned to Max, who met their eyes with an expression they couldn't quite interpret.
I'm truly sorry for leaving you hanging for this long. RL has a tendency to get in the way...
But Susan, Burgandy Lily, Akashaa, cheri and Amber... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FEEDBACK!!! I will update two chapters this time all because of you :D
.
[b]Chapter 12[/b]
[i]Santa Fe, New Mexico - 2005[/i]
Elizabeth had tried everything in order to retrieve her memory. She had been put under hypnosis and she had been to a psychologist. From the psychologist she had received the advice that people who suffer from amnesia could get their memory back by coming into contact with objects that meant something to them in the life before the memory loss. However, Elizabeth did not come into contact with something that was even a reminiscent of her former life. She knew that she had been taken, or kidnapped, and had been hurt and suffered the amnesia as a cause of that. That much she had managed to figure out on her own.
No doctor could explain why she was always sick. She had been to countless physicians and they had found nothing wrong with her - that is, nothing except her symptoms. However, the fact that Elizabeth's interior tissues were slightly burned could be a source to her symptoms. She suffered from headaches, resembling migraine attacks, every day. She had frequent nose bleedings. She could not keep much food down and was very thin as a cause of that. A month ago, her eyes had started to hurt and sting. She often suffered from dizziness and often had to sit down and take a breather. Finding out her past was her number one priority. Perhaps her medical history told of some genetic disease. She had a child to take care of - she did not want to leave her child in a world where someone was after her. Her daughter was no older than four years old, she could not be left alone.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy!"
Elizabeth turned around to find her daughter running towards her - with a drawing in her hand and excitement shining in her eyes. Those eyes. When Elizabeth had looked into those eyes for the first time, she had found them strangely familiar. She couldn't place them, but she instinctively knew that they were the eyes of her daughter's father.
"Look what I paint," Emma exclaimed as she crawled up into her mother's lap.
Elizabeth looked down at the drawing that Emma was clutching in her hand.
"It's a pwincess," Emma explained.
"That's really beautiful," Elizabeth said, smiling. But then her smile started to slip off her face as she saw the symbols that Emma had drawn around the princess. They resembled...cave paintings.
"Honey, what's this?" she asked her daughter.
"Dat I see in Daddy's dweam," her daughter answered seriously. Elizabeth flinched when Emma used the word 'daddy'. She hadn't even spoken to her daughter about daddies yet, how did she know the word?
"What do you mean, sweety?" Elizabeth asked.
Emma yawned.
"I'm sleepy," Emma said.
Elizabeth smiled and stood up, Emma bundled up in her arms. They walked into the bedroom and Emma was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Elizabeth sat still on the bed in the growing darkness for a long time, thinking about what her daughter had said - once again wondering who she was.
[i]Roswell, New Mexico - 2005 [/i]
Max was thrown out of his dream by a sound outside his window. He laid still and listened for a few minutes, giving Michael a chance to knock on the window before Max decided to go to attack. He could only hear the deafening silence. His alien DNA made his hearing a little better than that of the human. His eye-sight was even a little better at night than at day. He quietly eased up into sitting position, grabbing the baseball bat beside the bed in the movement. His feet softly touched the carpet on the floor and as gracefully as a cat, Max made his way across the cold floor. He unlocked and opened the window with his powers in order to make it as soundlessly as possible. As he climbed over the window-ledge he propped the bat up against the wall at the inside of his room -thinking that his alien powers were probably more effective as a weapon, but wanting to keep the bat close in case he had to defend himself and protect his secret at the same time.
"Max Evans?" a low voice said from the shadows.
Max jumped at the sound of the voice and then tensed up - all his senses directed into the direction of the voice.
"Show yourself," Max demanded.
The man, walking out from the shadows into the moonlight, recognized the voice of authority and knew instinctually that he had found him.
"Don't be frightened, I'm not here to do any harm," the man said and stepped closer to Max.
"Stay where you are," Max ordered.
Max eyed the man suspiciously. He was tall - about an inch taller than Max. He was quite muscular built, but his stance was not at all intimidating. Max could sense that he meant no evil - that he was one of the 'good guys'.
"Who are you?" Max asked.
"Can we go some place more private and talk?" the man asked.
"Not before you tell me who you are," Max demanded.
The man held the human's gaze, the human body that carried the soul of his latent king.
"I'm your protector," he answered.
Max looked at him in disbelief.
"Our protector is dead," Max said.
"The man you believed to be your protector was a fraud. Let's go somewhere and I'll tell you more."
Max hesitated for a few seconds and then came to the decision that he could at least her him out. He had a good feeling about him.
"Okay, I know a place. But I want Michael and Isabel with me."
"I would be surprised if you didn't," the man said.
"So, what's all the fuss about, Maxwell? You have nothing better to do than to wake slee-"
Michael stopped abruptly as he saw the stranger standing over at one of the walls of the UFO center. He automatically raised his right hand in front of him - prepared to fire if he needed to. There was a stranger standing inside the closed UFO center, at three o'clock in the morning and in the same room as this potential enemy, was his (in another life time) king standing and the king's sister and Michael knew that his role in this life was to protect them. But on the other hand he was also standing in the same room as Isabel and Max - the only family he had ever known, which he would protect with his life not only out of loyalty but mostly out of love.
"And you most be Rath," the stranger said.
"Who are you?" Michael said menacingly.
"Michael, this man have something to tell us," Max said before the man had a chance to answer Michael.
"Max, what are you thinking? He could be mindwarping you, just waiting for the right opportunity to kill you so that he can be a hero at home!" Michael said, getting pissed off at Max, who once again risked their lives.
"Michael, let's hear him out," Max said and said a little lower when Michael came closer to him, "But be prepared to strike, okay?"
Michael nodded and the teenage group fell silent, waiting for the stranger to speak. When he didn't, Max spoke up, "I believe you own us an explanation," he prompted.
"As I told Zan-"
"Max," Max corrected him.
"Right. As I told Max I am your protector-"
"What?!" Isabel and Michael cried out in unison.
"You cannot be our protector, our protector's dead," Michael said.
"The one who called himself your protector...what did you call him...Naeda?"
"Nasedo," Max corrected.
"Yes, anyway...he was a traitor." The man expected them to arguing against him, but they were all silent. He didn't know that it all made some sense to them. Nasedo had always been cruel. Even though he made them believe it was because he was completely alien and they were hybrids - they never felt comfortable with the easiness in which he killed anyone that stood in his way, just in order to protect the royal four.
"So, you're our protector, huh?" Michael said. "If you are our protector, then where the hell have you been for the last...I don't know...sixteen years!"
"I've been around," their protector said calmly.
"You've been around...you've been around!!!" Michael yelled. "Where the hell were you when I was being transferred from foster 'situation' to foster 'situation', to end up with Hank. Where the hell were you when Hank beat the crap out of-"
"Michael," Max said calmly, putting a hand on Michael's shoulder to calm him down.
"No, Max! You don't understand. You had the perfect life - I was left out in the dirt-"
"Michael, stop it!" Isabel said.
Michael turned to look at her, with his mouth open, ready to tell Isabel one thing or two but he didn't say anything when he saw that Isabel was on the verge of crying. He had made her upset, and he slowly calmed himself down.
"I'm sorry that I wasn't there, but we couldn't interfere too much. Firstly, it would have looked suspicious and secondly you had to become a part of the human society. To blend in with the humans was probably your best life insurance. If I had taken you under my wings, you would not have learned the human norms as well as you were able to do on the inside - being part of a human family."
"Why did you let us believe that Nasedo was our protector?" Max asked. "He could've killed us!"
"We had him under strict surveillance...."
"So you have been watching us the whole time?" Isabel asked, feeling exposed.
"Yes, in order to keep you safe. Although, we were pretty convinced that Nasedo would not hurt you. He would not win anything on killing you."
"What did Nasedo want?" Max asked.
"He wanted you Max."
"Me?"
"You're the only one who can work the Granolith." "Not the Granolith again," Max thought, groaning inwardly.
"What do you mean?" Michael asked.
"The Granolith is a means of transportation between Earth and Antar."
"Antar, that's...home?" Michael asked.
Their new protector nodded.
"And Nasedo wanted the Granolith?" Max asked.
"He wanted you to operate it so that he could get to Antar, with you. I guess he had made some deal with our enemies on Antar."
"And the deal was to...take Max to Antar?" Isabel asked.
"Yes, probably in time for his own public execution," the protector said.
Isabel instinctively stepped closer to her brother and took his hand.
"So you can understand why Nasedo didn't kill Max. He neither killed Michael nor Isabel since he wanted to earn Max's trust so that he would be easier to convince to take him home. Most likely, he kept away from your human friends for the same reason."
"What do we call you?" Isabel asked.
"Kira," the protector said and understood by Isabel's question that she had accepted him.
"Why are you here now?" Michael asked.
"It have come to our knowledge that an heir to the throne has been born," Kira said.
"What does that mean?" Michael asked and as he and Isabel kept their eyes fixed on Kira for an explanation, they failed to notice how Max seemed to space out - thinking about a night spent with Liz five years ago.
"An heir to Max has been born." All eyes turned to Max, who met their eyes with an expression they couldn't quite interpret.