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Do I act cool, or nonchalant? No. I gasp in surprise, drop my homemade soap, and plunge under the water.

“Hello? Hello. Are you coming up?”

Her voice is melodious. Sweet. I wonder if I’ve gone mad, if my years alone caused my brain to crack.

I poke my head out of the water, just to verify she hasn’t disappeared. Nope!
Still there, and with hardly any clothes on either.
She’s wearing a gauzy . . . dress, which is shorter than her hair. It has a strap that goes over one shoulder. Another one binds her slim waist.  On her feet are black boots that come to just under her knees. Her hair is down, a slight breeze lifting the ends.

The dress is very, very tiny.
She
is very, very gorgeous. And it’s the first time I’ve seen a girl—with womanly parts (or any parts, for that matter)—up close. My body knows it and reacts. I take a deep breath to calm my heart, working to acknowledge she’s real. But,
whatever
, if I’ve gone crazy, then I’ll blissfully stay in crazy-town.

“Hi.” I attempt a wave, but splash water in my eyes.

A smile lifts the corners of her mouth, sending it to her cheeks, her eyes, and over to me. Its warmth scorches through my chest, burning away my loneliness.

“Are you finished in the water?”

“Yes, I’d like to get out, but—” I’m about to explain I’m naked when I hear Fluffy. “Don’t move,” I holler,
trying
to run in the water toward shore. No way am I going to lose her to some overgrown elephant-bear. 

“What’s wrong?”

Fluffy is close now, his mouth wide open, flashing all one hundred of his razor sharp teeth. The edge of the pool is too far away. He’ll reach her first. So I yell, “No, Fluffy! No! She’s mine!” (I know, this sounds very selfish, even chauvinistic, but I’m under pressure.)

“Fluffy,” she asks and turns around.

At this point I don’t care that I’m naked. Nothing will matter if she gets hurt, or killed. I burst out of the water waving my arms. “Fluffy, stop!”

The
ele
-bear has already stopped though. Fluffy is sitting on his haunches, whining like a little puppy, as though he wants her to pet him. Scratch behind his long, floppy ears.

“Is this Fluffy,” she asks, rubbing his tummy. “He’s very sweet.”

I try to pet him and he growls. “Yeah, and loveable,” I grumble.

***

I’ve put on a pair of trousers, and brought the girl back to my cave. She’s meandering around the room while I start a fire. It isn’t for warmth, but protection. I glance over at her every once in a while, when she makes a noise. She’s picked up my
makeshift
broom, one of my shirts, and some herbs set out to dry.

I still can’t believe she’s here.

Finished stoking the fire, I watch as she picks up a purple
Linastar
feather and runs it along her cheek. “You are even more beautiful in person,” I say, my voice catching as I realize I
shouldn’t have said that. Technically, this is the first time I’ve met her. She might not appreciate I’ve been dreaming about her for five hundred and twenty-three days.

She places the feather in a basket already full of them, turns to me
,
and smiles. “As are you.” 

I feel my face get warm; my heart starts to beat like a herd of thundering horses. “Who are you?” I want to touch her, to feel for myself that she’s real, to stroke her hair, and . . . kiss her.

A spark of excitement flashes in her eyes. She moves forward, so we’re toe to toe. “I am Aetha, Mother of light. I hold sway over all that is day.” She takes one of my hands in hers and presses my palm against her chest. Then she places her other hand over my heart. “You are Ith, Father of all things which delight the night.”

I’m not sure what to be more surprised about—the fact that we’re touching or that she seems to know my name and says I’m a father. “Delight the night? What . . .”

“Ith, together, we will save this planet and hold dominion over it for as long as we are needed.”

“I still don’t understand. Are you human?” The answer is obvious, even though I don’t want it to be. Our forms are similar, but I detect differences. Her movements are gentler.

“I am an eternal. My essence comes from the planet Stiel as does yours.”

“Wait, I’m from there, too? Is Stiel another word for Earth?”

“No, it’s in an entirely different solar system.” She shifts closer to the fire. “Should we sit?”

“Sure.” I take out a hand-woven mat and place it on the ground.

She shakes her head. “Why don’t we sit on chairs?” As she says the words, she moves her hands in the motion of a wave. Instantly, two high-backed, plush, velvet chairs appear.

I stagger. “What the—”

She winks and then the most beautiful noise imaginable escapes her throat. Laughter. It’s soft, like the tinkling of tiny bells, and a choir of angels. “Ith, there is much you need to remember.” Grabbing my hand, she pulls me over to a chair and playfully pushes me into it. 

“It’s spongy, almost like sitting on air.” Unable to stop myself I bounce up and down a few times.

Mischievousness in her voice, she adds, “Or angel food cake.” With the grace of a tiger, she situates her lithe body in the chair, tucking her legs under her.

“Tell me everything,” I say, thrilled she seems to have all the answers.

She pushes a long strand of hair behind her ears. I resist the urge to take her hair between my fingers, to see if it’s soft as kitten fur, the way I imagined. She says, “You were born on Earth to a mother who was half human. You’re father is from Stiel, a large, white planet many, many galaxies away. As I said before, the inhabitants of Stiel are called eternals.”

I hold up a hand. “Wait, my mother wasn’t totally human? Was she part eternal as well?”

“No, she was half
vapiria
and half human. Her name was Isabel and she was stunning. Most important, she radiated kindness. As soon as your father saw her, he had to have her. He created a human form and wooed her. I believe he loved her, in his way. After several months, they were married.” Aetha clears her throat. “Not too many days after their marriage, he left, returning to Stiel.” She sighs, heavy. “Nine months later, you were born, a beautiful, bouncing baby boy.” 

A long, lost sadness creeps from my gut and trickles into my heart. As does anger.

“Your mother wasn’t the same after he left. Her inner light went out. After you were born, she tried to love you, to care for you, but when she looked at you she experienced hatred. Your father returned to her several years later and saw the state she was in, that you were in. Furious, he took you from her and brought you here, to Kelari, and to
Mithrith
.”

“My mother—Isabel—she’s dead?” My words sound hollow. I want to know, but I don’t.

“Yes. She died a couple of years after Elian, your father, took you away. I’m sorry.” She leans toward me and touches my arm, her delicate fingers leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.  

I rack my brain, trying to find a memory. “I can’t remember her.”

“Elian, took them from you. He thought it would be less confusing, until I was able to find you.” 

The rage inside cannot be contained any longer. “My father is a monster,” I say, slamming my fist against the armrest.

She sighs again. “He has been called a lot of things, including monster. You must understand that on our planet, we are created all knowing. We do not age. We cannot die. Though you and I appear human, we can manipulate into any form we choose. We are an essence, able to do all things. And your father was the first of us to be created.”

I stand, my body itching to move. Rubbing both hands along the top of my head, something I do when frustrated, I pace.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
“Does that matter? My father still hurt my mother, broke her heart.” I pick up a large log and toss it on the roaring fire. It crackles and shifts, sending embers in all directions. A glowing ash touches my skin and turns gray.

I hear her move up next to me, but I keep my gaze on the fire. In all the years I’d fantasized about where I came from, what’d happened to me, Aetha’s version never occurred to
me.
I figured an alien from this planet abducted me. Turns out, I’m an alien—at least that’s the word human’s use for beings from other planets. But I look exactly as they do.

She wipes the ash from my arm. “I know. He hurt her. When Elian first told me what’d happened, and his plan, I was
outraged;
furious he could be so cruel. But, he explained what the future held for you, for us. Once I understood what needed to be done, I agreed to play my part.”

“Play a part?” I feel like I’m going to explode. Too much information is coming at me. I need some time to clear my head. “I’ve got to get out of here,” I say and dart from the cave.

Alright
. But if you have a question, think of me and ask.

Her voice in my head slows me down, as does the melancholy. I sense she’s sad I’m leaving. With a grunt, I say,
Telepathy with our kind, too?

Thought transference is a great form of communication.

And you can hear my thoughts as well?
I wonder how much she’s “seen” and “heard” since her arrival.

Yes, but if you’d rather I don’t . . . Try this. Imagine a key and put it into the lock that is your brain and turn. It’s a great way to psychologically block others out. You are welcome to my thoughts though.

She sounds miserable, and I feel bad, but I need some time to think.
Thank you.
It’s dark out, hunting time for many predators, so I continue on the path. I’ve never had a problem seeing at night and wonder if the trait is eternal or
vapiria
. I debate asking Aetha, but change my mind.

The smell of cloves and honeysuckle permeate the air. I breathe it in allowing the scent to loosen up my nerves. At the pool, I stop, watching the bits of light from the stars and moons,
dance on the water. From every direction the sounds of life can be heard—chirping, slithering, crunching of underbrush—the sounds of my home.

A home that in no way belongs to
me
, nor I to it. The full burden of what it means to be abandoned, weighs on me, pressing me down on a large rock. I lean over to swirl my fingers in the water, turning the stars blurry.

It hurts to realize no one wanted me. My mother chose not to love me and my father left me here, instead of taking me home with him. Maybe there’s something wrong with me. Or, perhaps, like
Mithrith
, I’m the only one of my kind. A rush of love for the creature that cared for me fills my heart. Without her, I don’t know what would’ve happened.

I’m really sorry, Ith
.

My body stiffens. I hadn’t heard her following. “I said I needed some time.” The words come out sounding cruel.

“I know, it’s just, well, I can still read your thoughts, and wanted to make sure you understood how to block me.” She places a hand on my shoulder.

Her kindness sends me into a rage. I knock her hand away. “Why don’t you ju
st stay the hell out of my mind?
”

She stumbles back
,
tears fill her eyes
.

Guilt softens my anger. I’m not mad at her. She hasn’t done anything wrong. I take a step toward her. Reach out a hand to comfort her. “Hey, I’m—”

Aetha cuts me off. Moving more quickly than I thought possible, she jumps up, and spins around in the air, bringing the side of her booted foot square into my jaw. Pain explodes through my face, into my eyes and ears. I can hear a ringing as I fall into the harsh, rocky sand. And then there’s something else—clarity.

Where my mind had been jumbled, disorganized, and
cluttered;
now everything has a place. The pain gone, I stand slowly, feeling my muscles respond to my newfound lucidity.

Flashes of images snap through my mind: Aetha’s body created from the dust, air, and the water of Kelari.
The wonder on her face as she sees, for the first time, through her new eyes.
Aetha swimming across a large body of water, fighting what looks like a sea monster. Her crying out in frustration when she can’t find me.
A man descending from the sky in front of her and speaking.
 

Then I hear her thoughts: She’s been with me, in spirit, since
Mithrith
died. How she loves me. I also hear the conversation with . . . my father. I was created for a purpose, placed here for a purpose. He left me with
Mithrith
so I could learn, and love this planet. Aetha has come to help me. Her essence and body created for me. We are here to serve and heal Kelari. This planet was once filled with higher beings, but they all died. And their spirits are trapped in a place called Helker, by an evil creature that tortures them to feed on their pain. My father wants us to release the spirits and create bodies for them. These spirits need us, need me. But my father had to wait until I became of age, so that my eternal heritage would kick in (apparently Aetha’s boot in my face was all I needed), to fulfill my destiny.