I found myself walking the streets that I knew so well… yet… how? I couldn't explain why, but I knew this city like the back of my hand, I knew the streets, some of the people and the landscape… I knew it all.
Images flashed in my mind of this place, as I had come here before with my uncle, my father and many others, their faces I recall and their names. One stuck out in my mind. Bret.
I wondered what it all meant, was there something out there trying to tell me something about myself? A secret perhaps? I didn't realize I found myself wondering about the town, and soon found myself lost for once. I was completely and utterly lost!
But I wasn't for very long, some children were playing out on the street, one noticed my confused disposition and approached. "Hey Mister, are you ok?" he asked.
I looked him in the eyes… and I saw he had similar eyes that I had. He gasped at me before he went running into his house screaming for his mother. Was… was it something I said? Did I do anything wrong? I was startled myself and tried to leave until I hear the boy once more. "Mom please! You need to see him!"
The boy dragged his mother out of the house and towards me. I turned my back so I wouldn't startle her. "You! What have you done to my son! He's white as a ghost!" she demanded. Her voice… seemed familiar to me as well.
Slowly… I turned to face her, she gasped as her hands came over her face. "I told you mom… I told you," the young boy kept saying. "He has his eyes…"
I froze as I stared at these two people… strangers… but… not really strangers to me. "I'm Owen…" I began to say, but the woman pulled me into her arms. She cried on my shoulder freely and unafraid.
"I just can't be you… can it?" she sobbed, the boy soon found himself doing the same… their faces… their faces began to come to my mind, younger than before… but… I remember them.
They pulled away; the woman's hands came over my cheeks. She still couldn't stop crying. "How is it possible Owen? How did you find your way back to me?"
She knew me as if we had lived under the same roof, but… why can't I remember her? "You… you are familiar to me… but… I… I can't recall everything about you," I said honestly.
She nodded; they invited me into their home and sat me in their living room. I was surprised to the sudden hospitality, but couldn't understand why they were crying to me. The young boy sat a distance from me, until he inched closer and closer. "I'm Oji," he explained.
I smiled to him and shook his hand firmly. "Owen… Owen Jacobs"
"Ever heard of the name Owen Hart?" he asked of me. The last name echoed my mind, I did… I have heard it before. Nodding to him he smiled as he took my hand. And led me through the house. We came upon a room; he opened it freely and allowed me inside. It was a baby room, fully furnished… but… no baby. Along the walls were images of a man… one with the same eyes as mine. He smiled proudly, as he stared right at you. One of the bigger pictures was he, holding a child. "That's me… when I was younger" the boy explained. "That man was my father"
"Was?" I asked.
"He died… many years ago. Nearly ten last I checked. It doesn't make it any easier. Mom keeps telling me about him and how he would come home when on the road to see a school play and then catch a plane and go right back…" he paused as he looked to me. "You know?" he asked.
I kept staring at the picture, the memory was so vivid, but… why can't I express anything about it? Why is it suppressed? "Oji!" came the woman's voice. She came into the room and asked him to leave for a moment.
The child did so without question, I couldn't take my eyes off of the picture. "I should apologize to you, you remind me so much of him. You really do have his eyes"
"It's ok Martha…." I stopped myself; slowly I turned to the woman who was just as shocked. "Is that you're name?"
Her head nodded. "I… I never told it to you" she whispered. My head began to throb; I had visions of this woman… I was kissing her passionately, and loved her ever so much… my heart raced within my chest, as I couldn't take my eyes from her. "Are… are you ok?" she asked.
"I need to leave… I'm sorry I must go!" I cried.
She tried to stop me. "Owen please, don't! I lost you before… I can't again! PLEASE" she cried. I don't know what happened, but I found myself running a great distance, I turned into my dragon self… and for the very first time… I flew away…