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Tesla Journal Entry: March 23, 1894
I have not written here for some time. Things have been exciting and chaotic since the discovery of my travelers—my Rifters. I have written many papers on the phenomenon, only to repeatedly destroy them.
How can I reveal this to the world? A world of liars and thieves with no moral responsibility? I cannot bring myself to do so. Time is such a fragile and precious thing. How can I hand it over to those who would corrupt it for their own ends? No. I will not.
All of this research has been done in secret.
But I wish to reveal the current state of things.
After many months, and with the help of equipment my travelers have brought me from the future, we have created a miracle. A child.
Helena and her husband desperately wanted a child but seemed unable to conceive. After harvesting eggs from the mother, I have taken my own genetic material, as well as genetic material from a second male host—one who shares Helena’s unique abilities—and used it to create three viable embryos. Only one survived the process. The birth went smoothly, and the vitals are strong. So far, all my tests show the female infant to be extraordinary. Increased muscle density, sharpened reflexes, and increased respiration. I shall continue to monitor the child until it reaches full maturity, in the hopes that her ability to access the time stream—to navigate it successfully—will surpass that of my other travelers. Perhaps with regular infusions of her blood and marrow, so genetically similar to my own as to prevent my body from rejecting the foreign substance, I myself might obtain the ability to travel as they do.
Closing the journal, I shove it in my hip pouch. With the final entry burning it’s revelations into my mind, my hand travels to my naval, involuntarily tracing my small, sun-shaped scar. I know I should share my suspicions with Lex, but first, I want proof—I must be absolutely sure.
And there’s only one person who has the answers I need.
***Continue the epic journey in the next novels of the Lost Imperials Saga, Prodigal & Riven, now available everywhere books are sold. You can also find exclusive deleted and bonus scenes on the official website, www.thelostimperials.com
Author’s notes:
*Nikola Tesla lived from 1856-1943. He was an inventor, physicist, mechanical engineer, electrical engineer, and futurist. He is best known for his contributions to the modern alternating current (AC) electrical supply system. Tesla’s patents and theoretical work helped form the basis of wireless communication and radio.
His many revolutionary developments in the field of electromagnetism were based on Michael Faraday’s theories of electromagnetic technology. His last remaining laboratory, Wardenclyffe Tower, was sold in 1917 when funding ran out for his experiments into wireless energy, which he dreamed he could one day give freely to all humanity. The Tower was sold and eventually demolished. However, today, the laboratory and the foundation of the Tower remain intact. Recently, a non-profit group purchased the property—it plans to turn it into the Tesla Science Museum. It will be the only Tesla Museum in the United States, and it will stand as a tribute to a man who is often overlooked in the records of scientific history.
*The Last Imperial Family of Russia, the Romanovs, have one of the darkest histories of the twentieth century. The family, being forced to abdicate the throne in the early days of Communism, was held prisoner for over a year. The last seventy-eight days of their captivity took place in Yekaterinburg, Russia. It was there, in a place called Ipatiev House in the early hours of July 17, 1918, that the family and their household, eleven people in total, were sent to the basement and brutally murdered by Bolshevik soldiers. The remains were then stripped, mutilated, and buried in a mass grave in a nearby forest.
Many years later, the remains of nine bodies were found and identified as those of the Imperial family and their staff. The two missing bodies were believed to be those of Alexei and Anastasia Romanov.
In 1998, eighty years after their murder, those nine bodies were laid to rest in a state funeral in St. Petersburg. Sometime later, pieces of remains some believe belong to the lost Romanov children were found far from the first gravesite. While they have been tested and found genetically similar, the Greek Orthodox Church and many others have challenged their authenticity.
Today, the remains of the Lost Imperials have not been laid to rest.
*This poem was written by the Grand Duchess Olga Anastasia Romanov and was found among her belongings after their murder.
Give patience, Lord, to us Thy children
In these dark, stormy days to bear
The persecution of our people,
The tortures falling to our share.
Give strength, Just God, to us who need it,
The persecutors to forgive,
Our heavy, painful cross to carry
And Thy great meekness to achieve.
When we are plundered and insulted
In days of mutinous unrest
We turn for help to Thee, Christ-Savior,
That we may stand the bitter test.
Lord of the world, God of Creation,
Give us Thy blessing through our prayer
Give us peace of heart to us, O Master,
This hour of utmost dread to bear.
And on the threshold of the grave
Breathe power divine into our clay
That we, Thy children, may find strength
In meekness for our foes to pray.
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