Chroma'Agana
Two weeks later we lived in Chroma'Agana.
Wait: has it been ten years already, since we left Myst Island? Ten? Yes indeed! What will the next ten years bring? Well, when the moment has arrived we'll know.
Our time in Chroma'Agana was difficult on many levels, but not as disastrous as Myst Island. I don't remember details, like conversations or meals. Just the cloudy mood. We basically worked together, but none of us started the discussion about what we were to each other. I felt as if we had to become friends again, before becoming a couple again. And that was already difficult to achieve. We didn't really achieve it. Not on Chroma'Agana the carbon copy of Myst island. Sorry, I am exaggerating. It looked not THAT much like Myst Island, but still... The surrounding didn't help me to forget or to move on much. I had lost all hatred towards Atrus. But we were silent all the time. We were more like colleagues working on a project than friends. And we were far away of being a couple! Sometimes, during our time on this second island we called a home, I wished for an outburst. For what good you ask? Well, just to be able to discuss something, I guess. But we both preferred the stagnation to the storm. So, Atrus and I lived there like strangers to each other, polite and friendly.
When we were speaking to each other, we talked about the restoration of D'ni. This was the main work we did during our time on that island. But we didn't discuss the past much, and never talked about our current situation together. Most of our talk was about the future. The future of D'ni, of the Writers, of certain Ages. But never a word about the future of our family. I think that was always a bit the thing with Atrus: He is full of plans and ideas what he wants to do, to explore, and to write. But he was never good with the problems in his real life. All though Myst Island was an exception. Without his efforts and patience we would never had a chance. Today things are like it was before the whole tragedy. He lives in his books and I have to remind him, that there is a real life to live. But since Yeesha was born, it is much better. And I have my ways to remember him I am there. And I am not only talking about cooking his favourite dishes. Oh, hey, what are you looking at me like that. Did I say something? Don' be so touchy. You are no better then Atrus in that area, huh?
My behaving on Chroma'Agana wasn't really helpful as I didn't do any move towards him. I thought a lot about the past and our sons, but I was okay with the things being as they were. Calm. Not relaxed. But no more like a war. Or maybe I was simply too tired to change the situation. Atrus finished the book of Releeshan. I felt very unwell during that time. Restless. The island, who looked a lot like Myst Island (the same scale and features, although not the same sort of trees) had a big part in that.
I am sure you're asking yourself now how it comes, that I am now holding a baby on my arms. After all I told you. Seems impossible, doesn't it? Well it was a long journey. The most painful and difficult one I ever made. If someone had told me back on Chroma'Agana that we would have another baby, I would have stared at him not believing what I heard. And don't get me started how I would have reacted if somebody had foreseen this when I was on Myst Island...! "Impossible" I would have said. And I think if we had stayed on Chroma'Agana we would never found our way back together. But we did.
Four years ago we moved to Tohmana. It was me who made the dice rolling again.
One evening I had spilled my thoughts. "I need something that looks different. Chroma'Agana reminds me too much of Myst Island. What about you?" Atrus didn't answer first. The he said: "I know where to go. We'll move in a month." He never answered my question but I knew the answer anyway.