Chapter Six Conquest of Chimera

Chapter Six

Conquest of Chimera

    “My memories are haunting you,” Kian said as the golden glow of morning filled their bedroom.

  They still lay in bed but she was facing the wall. “Haunting, no, reminding, can we hope for something better down there. Have people changed that much that they can actually make a better world for us to live in.”

  “Well much of that is up to us. Was my world that bad?”

  “Your world was boring, but it wasn’t bad. However, the world, our world was cruel. War, poverty, crime, brutality, rape and murder, all that came from people, if this is Earth; it is still subject to people. People will always be people.”

  “I’m a person, albeit, a winged person but I’m still a person Kia and so are you. They gave me you. I am certain they are still people. Our life here is good. This world is good, what we know of it anyway. They made this world. Let us cling to the hope that they are good too. We have reason to hope Kia-good reason”

  “I’m still disappointed. However, the world down there will be what it is. We will deal with it. That is better than hiding up here.” She rolled out of bed as if she was trudging off to work.    Kian shook his head and struck off to the kitchen.

    He was hoping to find suitable storage containers. He assumed finding food and drinkable water ‘down there’ would be difficult. Prepare for the worst and rejoice in the best, just don’t count it. That was what his mother always said. And she was usually right. He still carried her in his heart and always would. It made him a better person.

  He wondered what Kia remembered about his mother, apparently everything. Small wonder she was so level headed and bold. “Thank’s Mom,” he said to himself as he rummaged through the kitchen looking in vain for anything they might carry food in. Finding nothing but pots, pans plates and utensils, he gave up.

  “Do you want us to go or not?” He said to the ceiling. “Sure hope we find wild berries or something. And if they happen to be growing by a mountain spring that would be quite helpful,” he said again to the silent ceiling. ‘Well, I’m bringing toilet paper, we have plenty of that just hope we need it…’

   After a large breakfast, they walked hand in hand to closet. Much to their dismay, they found it empty.

   “They are still listening.” Kian words were flat as a deflated tire.

  “They are also speaking,” Kia said, tightening her grip on Kian’shand, “time to go. We hear you. We are going.” 

   “With nothing but the clothes on our back,” Kian added as they turned toward the window, “we don’t even have backpacks, but they’d be empty anyway.”

  “We have each other.”

  “Yes Kia, just hope that is enough.”

  “It will be.”

   Kian smiled at Kia’s simple statement. Her hope and resolve were back. Surely they were not brought here to suffer sudden death the moment the dropped out of the clouds-surely. Anything else simply made no sense. He held on to that with one hand as he clung to Kia with the other and led her through the membrane knowing they would never pass through it again.