Child of Time by Spencer Johnson

be some trick.” Kiyan was more confused than
ever. “It was only a dream. Why am I here?”
    “Let me explain.” another voice entered Kiyan's mind.
“This place represents the knowledge gathered throughout our
lives.”
    “But I'm just twelve I don't have any past lives.”
Kiyan was unsure what he thought anymore.
    “Time is an illusion young avatar. Ascended are not
as immortal as you might think. We regenerate every few thousand
years. It’s as close to death as we get. Most times we are merely
regenerated and recover our memories and continue where we left
off. This is the repository of these lifetimes. Most of our line
has lived until we chose different existences. Some of our
descendants such as yourself are born linked to the
repository.”
    “How is that even possible?” Kiyan was still not sure
what this all meant.
    “Young avatar, we are bound together as one yet we
are separate. The time vortex connects us all. It is the one moment
that links all time and space.”
    “I still don’t know why I am here. What does this
have to do with me?”
    “Because you are the last one born in our line. You
are Prometheus's son.” The stranger that had appeared to Kiyan
earlier flashed into existence in front of him.
    “That is what I was trying to tell you. I’m your
father. The time vortex connects us both as avatars through the
library of ages. When you began awakening your powers, I was able
to find you.”
    Kiyan felt a voice calling him, it seemed familiar
yet distant. “Don't keep Kendra waiting and tell her Prometheus
hasn't forgotten her” Those were the last words Kiyan heard before
reality began to reshape. Looking up, Kendra's face was the first
thing he saw.
    “What happened to you? I couldn't even wake you.”
Kendra appeared shaken.
    “Prometheus said to say he hasn't forgotten you.” If
the blood could drain from an ascended’s face, Kiyan was sure it
did from Kendra’s.
    “Impossible.” The single word was all Kendra said
before disappearing.
    Kiyan continued on toward the lake not sure what to
think. Ray walked beside him still disturbed over the incident.
There was nothing either of them or even Kendra seemed able to do
about it. The idea that he was never quite alone was hard for Kiyan
to get used to. Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him he
turned. Prometheus looked worse than Kiyan felt.
    “Forgive us for doing what we did. It was the only
way for you to understand that we mean you no harm. You have a long
hard road ahead of you. Our experiences will always be beside you
waiting to help you. You are one of us.”
    “How many... Whatever they are?” Kiyan the whole
concept was still confusing.
    “Hmm, well there are three avatars and five ascended
archons in your ancestry. And they are all independent and live in
many places. One of them has even been sleeping in orbit of the
joined worlds” Prometheus explained. “He exists as the suns. They
are his form and he watches over the refuge and heals the chosen
ones.”
    “So...... So is the keeper of ages....?”
    “He was one of the first in our line. He is old and
watches more than interceding when it comes to the affairs of the
rest of us.” Prometheus spoke with a glimmer of mischief.
    Before Kiyan could react he felt a rush of the
familiar power and with a flick of his hand the earth erupted under
Prometheus' feet and sent him flying toward the lake. “Forgive
me for channeling my power through you like that young avatar but I
am rather unable to respond in person at the moment. Old
indeed!” Kiyan heard the voice of the keeper in his head.
Before striking the water Prometheus arrested his flight and flew
back to Kiyan.
    “ That wasn't fair keeper and you know it.” Kiyan heard Prometheus’ voice in his head but knew it was directed
at the keeper, something like being in the same room as other
people having a conversation.
    “ I already apologized, besides you know King
Arthur can't just drop everything and