The Realmwalkers: Intro Part 5

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The Realmwalkers: Intro Part 5

It was a late sunny summer morning in Everly, Iowa back in 1998. I was in my single-wide trailer at my large computer desk in the dining room. I was leaning back all the way in my office chair, precariously sitting in a poor position while I played Civilization IV that had recently come out and was now taking up all of my free time. I’m an Aries/Monkey, so I come onto things very strongly in the beginning.

I don’t remember the particulars of the game I was playing at that time, but I was definitely startled when a knock came at my door, which is directly behind me just past the tiny foyer into which you step as you come inside. It was a loud enough knock, and it sent me tumbling backwards with a wavering, ‘Woah.’

I didn’t get knocks at my door. My friends knew to call first. I mean, you kind of had to to make sure that they would be there back then.

I didn’t really get hurt, and so I chuckled as I picked myself and the chair back up to answer the door. I didn’t bother with the peephole and just swung the door wide open as my jaw nearly dropped, though I did part my lips a bit. To my left was possibly the prettiest mixed race woman with straight but slightly unkempt raven black hair that I’ve ever seen. Her jade green eyes felt like they were piercing my soul. I’m a somatic empath, and so I can literally feel intense looks such as that one.

I’m five feet and nine inches, and she was about as tall as me, slender, but with an athletic build. Her medieval-looking off white shirt had the sleeves cut, baring her toned arms.

To my right was a man that looked like Raistlin Majere from the Dragonlance novels, only before he went through the trials. His hair was stark white, and his eyes were a honey-dipped brown flecked with gold. They, too, had the same effect as hers, and my anxiety spiked as the silence went on too long for my liking. Plus, I would get super nervous around pretty women. “Can–can I help you?” I asked with a creased brow.

“My apologies,” the man began, “my name is Sarkis Delron, and this is my friend, Jaya Bellemere. She is your daughter.”

I blinked my eyes and shook my head as it moved back, creasing my brow to its deepest point. I swallowed hard as I looked at her, not really seeing a resemblance, before looking back at him with the same incredulous look. “Uhh, I think you’re mistaken. I,” I began but was embarrassed to say what was coming next, “I, uh, literally lost my virginity last week and I’ve never donated my sperm, so… “ I peeked my eyes at her, though her expression had not changed, before I looked back at Sarkis with a more questioning look.

“I am unsure how to explain this without–how would you put it–blowing your mind.”

“We’re from another universe.” Jaya interjected.

A fuzzy chill flared throughout my body. I’ve been a believer of the supernatural since I was a kid, having seen a scary, vivid vision of a Death-like being in a swirling portal with wraiths floating around him. For a brief moment, I believed her, but then my senses told me that I would never be that lucky. With my brow still furled, I looked at her with discernment before my eyes trailed down to the ground, considering my thoughts until Sarkis spoke up again, drawing my eyes to his.

“If you would allow us inside, I can prove it to you.” Sarkis offered.

The chill flared even stronger, paralyzing me, and also making me feel a bit lightheaded. I’ve never fainted, but that was one of the times I came close.

“It’s okay, Chris, you can trust us.” Jaya added.

I came even closer to fainting, knowing that I hadn’t revealed my name to them. This new reality started to dawn on me as they didn’t look like agents or authority of any kind. I was a bit hesitant, but I did step aside and pointed my hand toward the living room. Jaya’s voice had a warmth to it that I recognized. It had a similar tone to my great grandmother’s voice.

Of the two, Jaya had the more curious eyes; eyes I could tell even then that they hadn’t seen a place like mine. I had two pieces of my mother’s old furniture. A matching chair and love seat that was silvery grey with a busy brown and tan floral pattern right out of the late seventies. It was a simple setup with a coffee table, both facing the small entertainment center with an old 22” TV, a VCR, and a Playstation One.

I was a bit slow to shut the door as I watched Jaya lean a bit to look at my CD stack. Sarkis took to standing in the center of the room, turning to face me and waiting until I made eye contact as I stepped into the living room.

“I know this comes strangely to you. Your world is still far off from coming to grips with supernatural and otherworldly affairs. Even still, they are happening whether or not you believe.” Sarkis said plainly.

I went to speak, but caught my breath for a moment as Jaya had opened the VCR cabinet, whose thick doors, full of tapes, would scrape the bottom panel if you didn’t know to lift slightly as you opened them. I cleared my throat as I looked back at Sarkis to say, “Well, I’m just beginning to understand what we know about other dimensions and string theory, not that school helped with that at all.”

“Yes, there is a lot to be desired when it comes to your education system, especially in your country. However, there are more important things to be done, and for once, time is of the essence.”

“Huh, so it’s just interdimensional travel and not through time?”

“You are travelling through time all the time. What you will come to understand is that time and space are one with consciousness, time being the result of it encompassing space.”

That statement gave me chills, and my eyes trailed off as my mind was reeling with correlations and tangents of thought. At that point in my life, I had always thought that time didn’t exist, and I was close to realizing that space didn’t either. “So,” I began as my brow creased again while I met his eyes with mine, “is time sound?”

Sarkis smirked. It was the first time I had seen his face emote. “Close. More like, the measurement of how it affects space.”

My brow creased further, but then lightened as I was beginning to understand. Jaya surprised me when she came up next to Sarkis with a gentle smile on her face that reminded me of how my mother would sometimes smile at me, often from proud moments. I then recognized the look in her eyes. It was the same way that my cousin Jimmy would look at the world. He was born to my mother’s twin when I was 14. I had never seen eyes like his until her. It gave me chills to think that I was seeing how we were truly related. “I still don’t understand how you can be my daughter, though.”

Sarkis answered, “Tomorrow you will donate sperm for the first time to help pay for your lot rent for next month, of which you have forgotten until now.”

I laughed as an uncontrollable smirk curled my lips. That was until I thought about why they’ve come here. “Um, so, I mean you look all grown up now, are you telling me this just so I know? I mean, that’s cool, but I can’t seem to shake this foreboding feeling.”

Jaya smirked and gave a short chuckle before responding, “I really just wanted to meet you. You’re technically my only parent since I was grown in some special incubator or something or other.”

“Yes, and both of you are first-time souls, never having experienced reality prior.”

“Wait, so you mean I have no past lives?”

“Exactly. A newborn bud full of beginner’s luck and an insatiable appetite for knowledge and experience, packed with a hyper-sensitive nervous system and somatic empathy to experience reality at full volume, so to speak.”

“Ohh, so that’s why I can hear dog whistles and smell things others can’t.”

“Precisely.”

“What do you mean by somatic empathy?”

“Something your scientists have yet to discover, which is a third tier of empathy, beyond mental and emotional, but also including those.”

“Huh, but why are you telling me all of this? Like, this is a pretty serious butterfly effect.”

“What is a butterfly effect?” Jaya asked, piercing my soul with her eyes yet again. I suddenly understood the somatic empathy.

“It is no matter.” With that said, he pulled out a small device that I saw light up at its bulbous end. I was fascinated as he pointed it at my head and the light flashed, which is the last thing I remember from that experience as I immediately blacked out, falling to the floor.

“What did you do?” Jaya asked as she crouched next to me.

“I erased his memory of this.”

“But why?” She asked more seriously.

“It is no matter. No one would ever believe his story, and he will still be inspired to write ours in his future.”

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