From the Pages of Kian's Journal: Chapter 13 Apr 12, 2018 12:26:18 GMT
Post by Pally on Apr 12, 2018 12:26:18 GMT
Like the plants in my ever growing garden, I have watched my children blossom and grow. They are each as colorful and interesting as the different plants I have planted too. And like my plants, I have encouraged and tended them with the loving care I had always hoped my own mother would have shown to me had she been given the chance to know me then.
Mary had grown into a lovely young lady. She enjoyed singing and dancing. She did complain about lack of water some days, but she understood the reasons to ration it. She had found some bright colorful clothing to express her inner Burner. And although I felt she could of been more covered, I let her express herself.
Sue as well chose to dress in bright colors and even made herself some make-up from the many flowers I had planted. All of the kids loved being part of the Burner faction, and I helped them to develop Burner skills, like gardening and a knowledge of art and music. I loved hearing them break into song on occasion.
Not long after the twin girls had grown into teens, Kendra was ready to become a young adult. It was, in a way, bitter sweet for me. It seemed just yesterday she was a little blue wiggling bundle I was holding in my arms. I was now so very proud of the woman she had become.
Then our little blue Belle was ready to age into a child. She had so many questions for us all, her mind wanted to learn everything at once it seemed. When she asked me why she was the only one that was blue, I did my best to answer her. I think she understood. She seemed to at the time.
The Mayor had heard of our last child being born and said he was sorry for not coming by sooner to congratulate us. He hoped to meet all my children soon, and he also wanted to discuss my purchasing the Mercantile from him. I was to notify him as soon as all my plants had reached perfection.
It seemed to take forever to get a plant from normal to perfect. You know the feeling I am sure. The waiting and waiting. I was lucky to have stuff to keep me busy. I had grown to enjoy the time I spent with The Hunt. Mainly, I confess, because I could be with you. Remember when we found the old science station in Widow's Creek? We moved our secret meetings to it. It is better than the smelly old basement at the library.
Although, I still remember how at first we couldn't get past some of the booby traps the Aliens had set up to prevent people from using the station. It was rough trying to disable the knockout ray when we all kept passing out. But it was still a fun experience I was happy to share with you.
Ren was the one who finally cracked the coding for the ray. He is a pretty good leader. He had recently decided we should all dress the same after we found some old uniforms in the lockers at the station. We had all agreed at the time, but I have begun to wonder if it only makes us a target for the Watchers.
They had learned that we were tracking their transmissions and started using more detailed coding. Do you remember old George getting angry at it that one time? I thought he was going to break the screen. I was happy you were able to calm him down. You have such a way with people.
Ari was the first of us to recognize that there were little differences in the transmissions. He figured out, to our surprise, that there were in fact three, possibly four different alien races all in contact with others on this earth. We couldn't believe it at first.
I have recently been using my time to block or delete any information that my lead any to finding out about my children and their true origin. I am sorry for keeping this a secret from you until now, but I hope you can understand. I must keep them safe at all cost. They are precious to me.
I remember just the other week I had returned home from one of our gatherings. Kendra was still awake and she was eating, I joined her and started sharing with her some of the things we had discovered about the other alien races. She didn't seem very interested at first.
She remarked about how she thought it funny that I was hanging out with people hunting aliens when they were so many of them here at our vardo. "Why don't you just invite them all for dinner, Dad," she had said, "We could show them all about aliens."
I tried to tell her the main reason I was part of The Hunt was to protect her and the other kids. She laughed and told me she could always just erase their memories if they ever found out. I told her no, that was always risky. If you weren't careful you could erase a person's entire lifetime of memories. She shrugged her shoulders and she told me I wouldn't be able to keep them a secret for long. We to be prepared.
The next evening I talked to the rest of the kids about The Hunt. I shared some of the things I had learned about the other races of aliens and we discussed what race they could possible be part of. I promised them in time I'd tell them more.
One thing is for sure here in Murkland, the days keep passing and we get a little older and wiser with each one. Soon my boys grew into strong and bright young men. Joe with his romantic side would soon be breaking the hearts of those love sick Murklanders.
Bob as well, was not bad to look at. Although I knew they would be good looking young men, I only have to look at my dear Ony to see that. Both were proper Burners too and had skills to give them a productive start here in Murkland. I knew the Mayor would be pleased.
I knew soon that the twin girls would be aging into young adults. They seemed to lag behind the boys only a little. And as for our dear little blue Belle, she was still growing and learning all she could. She never stopped asking questions. Her biggest one lately was why she had to hide all the time.
I wanted to tell her she never had to hide again. That she could live a normal life like every other Murklander. Perhaps I am just being over protective. I mean there are others here with unnatural skin tones. Mad Mud, the Mudders and the infected. Some of your own children even, but none of them were blue. Maybe it's time for that to change. Like Kendra said, I can't keep this a secret forever...Can I? Perhaps it is time for me to tell you, to give you this journal and let you finally discover all this. To finally tell you everything I have always wanted to let you know. But first, let's take a break. You'll need it because this next part is a doozy.