by Angela Timms
Kyla didn’t hesitate, she was already kneeling next to Joniel who was screaming in agony. She stopped administering the drugs and blood as all expression fell from her face. There seemed to be a gentle glow around her as she placed her hands over his back and as she concentrated a white beam of light passed through the roof of the cavern, through her body and came out through her hands into Joniel. His screaming stopped and he moaned slightly as he relaxed. The light stopped flowing and there was an eerie pendulous silence in the cave as everyone looked at each other.
Joniel opened his eyes. Kyla ran a scanner over him. “You are healing fast but it will still take time. The healing accelerates your normal healing capability but it is not a miracle cure. But it will heal the damage before there is any chance of it becoming more serious or permanent. The bones will knit, the cartilage will re-grow. Blood will help you but it is going to take time.”
Joniel’s voice was shaky. He looked up at her. “I don’t want anyone to see “Time moves animals and the forest. Keep him here little one, let him heal.”
Anathorn turned to Nai. “Is that true?”
Nai smiled. “It is and they are immortal, time will mean nothing and the years they can spend while Joniel heals will be but moments to you in your realm.” He looked strangely wistful. “Give them back the time that they lost. Let them have time together here, you will not miss them. You have your replica Joniel and he will be back soon enough. Erasimus, what do you wish to do?”
Erasimus smiled. “It seems my fate is still written in stone and I am a prisoner of it. I must return to the past with the knowledge that I have. So that I do not upset the time continuum I must not interfere with the creation of the Followers but I can set up a force to fight them now. Do I understand it that there is a way of travelling through the dimensions and out of here? If so, can you do anything about taking me back in time so that I can at least set up something to stand against them.”
Nai disappeared and arrived back mere moments later. He nodded. Erasimus smiled. “Good. Well this is the plan that comes to my mind and a wish that I have had through all these years.
I would like to go back in time and use my knowledge to amass a great fortune which I can then use to start an organization to stand against the Followers. I won’t be able to intervene in my own timeline so I will end up here and have all these years to think about the plan as what I thought was an entertaining musing. I am assuming that sometime along that timeline I will have a son. Of course as the son is nothing to do with the Erasimus Deck in the original timeline he will have to be hidden and probably not know his ancestry until now. How often have I watched and read stories where the son gets hidden for different reasons. Well now I get to try it out for real. That son would be my heir, not only to my status as founder of Fallow Earth but also to my right to change the Follower manifesto. Is this possible? Are these just the demented musings of a sad old man with a whole world of regrets?”
Prince Anathorn smiled. “You did, I mean you will do. You are the founder of Mission Command then, the only reason we are still able to make a stand in the galaxies.”
Erasimus winked at him. “Time is a strange thing. So, you are my son are you? You’re a handsome chap, just like I was. I wish we had a little time to get to know each other while we try to sort out our enemies. I me like this.” Erasimus crouched down beside them. differently here. Stay here. Someone has to tend to the would certainly like to see my assistant again. I have a few words I would like to share with him. Then I suppose that would alter this timeline. So I will have to go with everything unsaid.”
In the dark recesses of space many galaxies away two space crafts hovered like giant birds and blanked out the stars behind them. On screens on both ships there was the scene of a man and a woman and their friends in a cave in a tropical forest, all around them was green. The sea lapped at the timeless shores and fish swam in its depths. A stream flowed down from the mountain bringing fresh water and behind the cave a vegetable patch and animals would provide for their food.
A communication channel was opened up and a male voice spoke to the woman on the ship. “My queen, my sister, my love would you cease your constant travelling and leave these people to their fate?”
The hail was accepted. “My king, my brother, my love would you return to your kingdom and help protect these people?”
The male voice answered. “Then after all these millennia we can still find no solution. Will you stop your earth bound body from wandering? Will you let that part of your consciousness return home?”
The female voice responded. “Not until I know the earth is safe. We should have helped them more. Could you again be the one who defends the earth?”
The male voice sounded sad. “No, I cannot go back. We have made our Covenant. We cannot break it unless it is broken for us.”
A third ship flashed into the area. It was identical to the other two. A communication channel was opened up. “Well my brother, my sister, do you still whine on about the ills that befell you?”
The female voice responded. “My brother Set, will you ever let the Earth live in peace?”
The third voice answered. “I have more than the Earth to amuse me now, I have my Followers.” The communication was cut and the ship disappeared. The male voice cried out. “When will it end?”
The female voice answered him. made our covenant; we are bound by intervene in the war.”
The male voice stated slowly and coldly. “We are bound my queen but not one from the other. We are trapped by our own anger and our own words. I cannot break my bond any more than you can. I offer my hand to you. Let us not be alone anymore. Let us have peace and if they give us the opportunity let us face this together.”
In the dark infinity of space two space craft docked. Ships that had not touched in millennia came together united once more by a common enemy.
Her voice was serene. “We our covenant. We must not
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Angela was born in London in the sixties. Nothing in her life has ever been mundane. Her love of Science Fiction led to many a standoff with her English teacher who wanted her to write something else . Her love of Science led her to a direct conflict between her need to study art and her curiosity to understand the world.
She worked in London for most of her working life, reading books and writing stories in her spare time. Many a stop was missed on the underground while reading a good book. But her great love was writing.
Her first novel was written while recovering from a serious back injury where her imagination freed her from being trapped by it and the boredom of waiting for it to heal. This novel was written while recovering from the hip replacement which freed her from the disabilities caused by that original accident.
Over the years she met many people while working in London and various places around Britain. She travelled extensively with her parents on holiday before settling in Wales where she created a smallholding and found her niche looking after goats.
Life reads like a novel and truth was truly stranger than fiction but each stage on the way was a new experience. Now she prefers the quieter life with her goats, dogs and ponies.