April 22nd, 2019.
Location: Earth.
One week prior to the disappearance of Nathan Van Dyke.
"Nate, can we talk?"
Julie poked her head into my room, and a knot formed in my stomach as I noted the anxious look on her face.
"Uh, sure. Come in. I was just trying to decide which shirts to pack," I explained, as I cleared a spot on the clothing strewn bed for her.
She spotted my long-sleeved, maroon satin shirt in the pile; of all of my dress-shirts, this one was her favorite, and she quickly snatched it up.
"Don't you even think about it," she said angrily, and I snickered, as she held the item protectively to her chest.
She sighed.
"Don't go," she said, and I studied her.
"Then give me a reason not to," I countered, and she began to squirm uncomfortably.
"I'll never speak to you again!" she declared, and I rubbed the back of my head, as I tried to process the childish request.
"Julie, it's not gonna be that long."
She let out a frustrated groan, then moved to the window.
"That's what you think," she said, as she stared wistfully off into the distance.
"Let's run away, then," she offered, and I sighed.
The last time she'd made that offer, I'd happily accepted, and we spent a week in Kauai, before she panicked and left me there without notice.
"Just tell me what you're trying to run from, and I'll help you fix it Julie, as usual."
She shook her head.
"This one is unfixable. I mean it this time. Let's disappear forever... just the two of us?"
There was a flicker in Julie's eyes, as if she meant it sincerely, but I knew better than to believe her.
Nonetheless, I stood up, and moved across the room to the window.
I reached out, and tried to place a hand on her hip and she slapped me away without flinching.
Thought so
...
"If you want to make me stay, you know my conditions."
"We
cannot
get married, Nathan," she said.
"We can't run away either," I countered.
"We can. You just refuse to leave."
"Dad would find us; you know that," I replied, and she shook her head bitterly in response.
"You can be such a fucking idiot sometimes," she shot back, as she stormed past me, and out of the room.
//
Too bad I didn't know that that would be the last proper conversation we'd have on earth...
***
My eyes shot open as I lurched forward with a start.
What was that?
I turned my head, when a warm pair of hands suddenly moved to my face, a finger pressed to my lips, and as my eyes adjusted, I caught sight of Cameron with that sparkly look in her eyes.
She nodded to something, and as I followed her gaze, I saw a little bundle curled up at my side.
What was that?
I thought, but as the blood began to return to my hand, I felt a small set of fingers wrapped around it.
Lucia
?
I shot Cameron a little smile as I now understood her reaction.
I lay back down, and Cameron crept over to my side, resting her head on my chest as she studied the little girl.
"She's really taking to you," she whispered, and I sighed.
"Probably because she lost the only family she had," I suggested, and Cameron shook her head.
"You offered her the lifeline that people don't ever get. A chance to earn her peace, and get over the kind of thing that most people never recover from."
Losing a parent, huh?
Maybe if I was normal, I would have felt that way when my mother died.
I mean, sure, I used her smile as a gauge for most of my motivations, but after her death, Julie and Mark spent a long time in that state of sadness... while I just sort of, got on with my life.
I remembered her.
Missed her even.
But I didn't sit for hours and cry.
Julie said I was monstrous back then... hell, she'd probably say it now, if someone brought up our mother. But wasn't I the one who'd done so much more good things for the sake of my mother's smile than either of them had?
Sentiment without action was meaningless.
I brushed Lucia's hair out of her face, and she made a soft cooing sound, momentarily grasping onto my finger, before letting go, and letting out a soft exhalation.
My mind went back to that feeling of danger I'd experienced as I woke up, but now that I was fully awake, nothing seemed to register.
Maybe it was just a nightmare?
"Why are you up?" I asked, and Cameron blushed a little.
"I dunno," she said, but as I probed her with my eyes, she finally continued, a little shyly.
"I woke up, and saw you sleeping, with Lucia there with you... and it was just kind of nice, watching the two of you," she admitted, and I pulled her in for a little kiss.
"If Francesca knew you could be this cute, she would probably be angry," I said, and Cameron broke into a grin.
"Man, if someone told me a year ago that I'd be blushing and grinning like a schoolgirl just because some guy said I was cute, I would probably laugh in their face and call them a lunatic."
"What about if they told you you'd be carrying said guy's baby?" I asked, and she stifled a scoff.
"I would have probably had nightmares," she said.
As she leaned in to steal another kiss, I brushed her hair aside, caressing her face as I did.
"Nightmares, huh?" I asked.
She bit her lip.
"Kind of feels like a dream, instead."
Nate! Are you up?
I twitched in response to Casey's call, and Cameron shot me an incredulous look.
"If that's Casey, I'm gonna be angry," she said.
"It's Casey," I answered, and she shot me a glum look.
"Why is another woman calling you in the middle of the night?" Cameron asked, in a tone of mock accusation, and as I snickered in response, Lucia stirred, making a little grunt of disapproval.
"As much as I would like to think it's because she needs some dick, if Casey is signaling to me right now, this place might actually be on fire."
Cameron let out a sigh, then moved to my side, and as I slipped away from Lucia, she quickly took the girl's hand, and held her comfortingly.
"Go," she whispered, shooing me along, and I quickly stole from our little private sleeping area to find not only Casey, but Gisela as well, waiting for me just outside of Miriam's quarters.
Gisela cast a furtive glance between me and Casey, as we walked over to the supply cart.
Or carts, rather, as there were now three carts loaded with our supplies.
"Did something happen?" I asked, and Casey quickly shook her head, as Gisela moved to speak.
"My deepest apologies, Herr Nathan. Our matter is resolved. You should return to bed at once," Gisela said, and I cast a quick glance at Casey.
Play along
, she said into my mind, and I nodded as she continued.
Grab your weapon.
I quietly armed up, then we headed north from the camp, past the lines of saplings planted in honor of the fallen Kobalt, to the felled tree where we'd made our stand during the monster's assault.
"This distance is sufficient," Gisela said, and I took a seat on a nearby rock, as Casey and Gisela seated themselves on the nearby branches of the fallen tree.
"We received message from Palancar this night-cycle," Gisela explained, and I nodded.
"They contacted us?" I asked, and she shook her head.
"One sympathetic to the princess," she explained, and I nodded. "But the news is troubling. Rumor within Palancar tells of a special guest being housed within Danebe's grove."
Vanessa
, I thought, and Casey sent me a thought message to the same effect.
"What of Palancar's motives?" I asked, and Gisela frowned.
"Three branches of the council side with Danebe, and our Matron refuses to oppose for fear that the rift will worsen."
I frowned.
"Wouldn't exiling the princess have caused its own rift?"
Gisela shook her head.
"The princess acted rashly; against the custom. In the eyes of the Kobalt, the exiling, while received with great sadness, was just. Danebe however, obeys the custom; at least, to the open eye of Palancar."
"Could we spread word of his actions, though? Let people know that he harbors a goddess?" I asked.
"It would only worsen the rift," Gisela noted.
"Within Palancar, maybe... but if we spread this word amongst the groves, then maybe we might be able to paint the princess in a much more sympathetic light."
"Hmm. Interesting. The princess should not be party to such tactics, but maybe this word may be better received from our 'wenig Gunter'," she offered, and she cracked a little smile as something occurred to her.
"Herr Nathan; maybe we should rethink our course. Our arms are sufficient to repel Palancar's incursions, and we possess stock for trade. Taking our journey to the groves on Palancar's fringe may now benefit greatly."
I nodded in agreement as I cast a quick glance at Casey, who I noted seemed to be a bit out of sorts with the conversation.
Maybe politics isn't really her forte,
I thought.
"Is there anything else we need to discuss?" I asked, and Gisela shook her head. "Then, how soon can we resume our journey."
"Preparations will be complete within the current day-cycle. The caravan should be ready to move by the following day-cycle's first light."
Gisela bowed, and as we returned to the camp, I gestured to Casey, pulling her aside.
"How is your shoulder?"
She winced a little as she poked around the spot, then shrugged.