the morning, buddy,” his dad
replied.
“Love you,” added his mom.
He crawled into bed and immediately fell
asleep.
It didn’t last for long.
As he lay in bed, his mind deep in sleep,
there was a voice calling his name in the distance. At first he
thought it was part of the dream, but something tugged at his
conscious mind, and suddenly he found himself sitting up in bed,
his covers lying next to it on the floor. He stared at the wall in
front of him, trying to gather his wits, before he realized
something had woken him up. Looking over at the clock, he saw it
was midnight. Something about his room was off. He realized there
was a ray of light coming through the small window on the side of
his room, which lit up the whole space.
“What the hell is that?” he asked out loud.
Getting off the bed, he walked over to peer down to the side yard.
At first he couldn’t see anything, the light practically blinding
him. Then he realized someone was standing there, shining a light
right at his room. Opening the window, he yelled down at the
figure, but the person didn’t seem to hear him. Cursing, he left
his room and headed outside. He was tired, and it got cold outside
at night, but he had to tell the person where to go, so he or she
would stop shining the damn light. Trying to be as quiet as he
could, he crept down both sets of stairs, and went to the back
patio doors that led off the kitchen. Making his way through the
backyard, he wondered what kind of person found this type of prank
funny. He certainly didn’t.
As he rounded the corner, he saw the light
was gone, but the figure still stood there.
“Hey,” he called out. “Get out of here! What
do you think you’re doing?” The person didn’t respond; instead, the
figure continued to stand still, the head turning slightly toward
him when he spoke. Feeling his anger rise, he stormed over to the
person, ready to give him or her a piece of his mind. “Look, I
don’t know if you think this is funny or something, but it’s not.
Who do you think you are, pulling a prank like this?” As he came
closer he saw it was a woman .
She stood rigid, regarding him up and down
as he approached. His voice seemed to fail him as he stood in front
of her. Something was odd about her. She wore a long robe made of
pure white that sparkled in the moonlight. She had long blonde
hair, and her eyes seemed to look right through him. She still
hadn’t spoken a word, but something about her made him uneasy.
Finally, she smiled at him, making his face
feel hot. Who was this woman?
“My name is Diana,” she said, almost
answering his thought. “I come from a land called Eden, and I’ve
come to get you, Aiden.” She knew his name. Taking a step back, he
looked around for other people hiding in a bush, ready to start
laughing at him, or a camera focused on him to capture his
reaction.
“What kind of joke is this?” he asked,
turning back to her. “Who are you?”
“I told you who I am, Aiden. I am Diana, a
witch from Eden, where the High King and High Priest have sent me
to get you. You must come with me to Eden. It is where you will
fulfil your life’s purpose.”
Without warning, he began to laugh. In
situations that were either exceptionally sad, or awkward, Aiden
had the reaction of laughing. It was uncontrollable, and usually
inappropriate. The woman, Diana apparently, didn’t seem to take
offence, and simply waited for his laughter to subside.
Taking a deep breath, he tried
unsuccessfully to wipe the smile off his face. “You don’t expect me
to believe this, do you?”
“I realize you are only of the age of
fifteen, but you must understand that there are things in this
world bigger than the one you know. Within our worlds we coexist,
in separate dimensions, but always side by side. It is very rare
for anyone from Eden to cross over here, and almost unheard of for
someone from here to come over to Eden, but now is the time for
precedence to change. You must
replied.
“Love you,” added his mom.
He crawled into bed and immediately fell
asleep.
It didn’t last for long.
As he lay in bed, his mind deep in sleep,
there was a voice calling his name in the distance. At first he
thought it was part of the dream, but something tugged at his
conscious mind, and suddenly he found himself sitting up in bed,
his covers lying next to it on the floor. He stared at the wall in
front of him, trying to gather his wits, before he realized
something had woken him up. Looking over at the clock, he saw it
was midnight. Something about his room was off. He realized there
was a ray of light coming through the small window on the side of
his room, which lit up the whole space.
“What the hell is that?” he asked out loud.
Getting off the bed, he walked over to peer down to the side yard.
At first he couldn’t see anything, the light practically blinding
him. Then he realized someone was standing there, shining a light
right at his room. Opening the window, he yelled down at the
figure, but the person didn’t seem to hear him. Cursing, he left
his room and headed outside. He was tired, and it got cold outside
at night, but he had to tell the person where to go, so he or she
would stop shining the damn light. Trying to be as quiet as he
could, he crept down both sets of stairs, and went to the back
patio doors that led off the kitchen. Making his way through the
backyard, he wondered what kind of person found this type of prank
funny. He certainly didn’t.
As he rounded the corner, he saw the light
was gone, but the figure still stood there.
“Hey,” he called out. “Get out of here! What
do you think you’re doing?” The person didn’t respond; instead, the
figure continued to stand still, the head turning slightly toward
him when he spoke. Feeling his anger rise, he stormed over to the
person, ready to give him or her a piece of his mind. “Look, I
don’t know if you think this is funny or something, but it’s not.
Who do you think you are, pulling a prank like this?” As he came
closer he saw it was a woman .
She stood rigid, regarding him up and down
as he approached. His voice seemed to fail him as he stood in front
of her. Something was odd about her. She wore a long robe made of
pure white that sparkled in the moonlight. She had long blonde
hair, and her eyes seemed to look right through him. She still
hadn’t spoken a word, but something about her made him uneasy.
Finally, she smiled at him, making his face
feel hot. Who was this woman?
“My name is Diana,” she said, almost
answering his thought. “I come from a land called Eden, and I’ve
come to get you, Aiden.” She knew his name. Taking a step back, he
looked around for other people hiding in a bush, ready to start
laughing at him, or a camera focused on him to capture his
reaction.
“What kind of joke is this?” he asked,
turning back to her. “Who are you?”
“I told you who I am, Aiden. I am Diana, a
witch from Eden, where the High King and High Priest have sent me
to get you. You must come with me to Eden. It is where you will
fulfil your life’s purpose.”
Without warning, he began to laugh. In
situations that were either exceptionally sad, or awkward, Aiden
had the reaction of laughing. It was uncontrollable, and usually
inappropriate. The woman, Diana apparently, didn’t seem to take
offence, and simply waited for his laughter to subside.
Taking a deep breath, he tried
unsuccessfully to wipe the smile off his face. “You don’t expect me
to believe this, do you?”
“I realize you are only of the age of
fifteen, but you must understand that there are things in this
world bigger than the one you know. Within our worlds we coexist,
in separate dimensions, but always side by side. It is very rare
for anyone from Eden to cross over here, and almost unheard of for
someone from here to come over to Eden, but now is the time for
precedence to change. You must
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