Chapter 1A Chapter by BNCooperLearn about Echo Spencer, her family, her friends, and why she has to leave it all behind.Terra Sol Sitting
on the cliffs of Mt. Solstice, Echo was reminded of how fervently she loved her
home. This side of the mountain was mostly rock and ferns, but the view offered
her miles of tree tops and hills for her eyes to savor. A vivid imagination
allowed her to touch the top of each giant tree and soar with the falcons into
the horizon. In her fantasies she could lay on the top of the jungle and rest
her feet in Serenity Lake to the west. The tops of the trees swayed left and
right, revealing greens on every aspect of the spectrum. The breeze caressed
her face as she tried to picture how soft or rigid the top of the Polyp trees
might be. She could close her eyes and be transported mentally to anywhere on
Terra Sol, but this was by far her favorite spot. As she sat, reveling in her hypothetical
adventures, the stone underneath her made her bottom sore and legs fall asleep.
As beautiful as the cliffs were, streaked with lavender and blue, they did not
make the perfect place to let the imagination train run rampant. Standing and
stretching the stiffness from her limbs, Echo realized how the time had gotten
away from her. Her siblings would be picking the guania fruit and herbs from
the garden for dinner on the other side of the mountain, cursing her name for
every minute she was not there to help. Subconsciously shaking off their
supposed criticisms, she inhaled one last deep breath of the sweet summer air
before kicking up the dirt on the trot back home. Her village was a couple of
miles away, but her long legs would carry her there in minutes. Long
legs, bronzed skin and dark hair were trade-marks of her home planet, but the
almond shaped eyes and cat-like grace came from her family alone. As she
approached the outskirts of their yard, she saw her sisters had their own raven
mops braided down their backs and baskets of the deep orange fruit balanced on
their heads. She was too far away to see
the looks on their faces as she approached the edge of the field and glad for
it. Cocking one side of her mouth and clucking her tongue, Echo shook her head
at her younger and mischievous sisters. From the right, her elderly neighbor,
Stanza, waived to her across the clearing as she bounded toward the row of
houses. “Hullo
Stanza! “ “Hullo,
Echo. My you’ve grown like a Grover weed! Closing in on 6 foot it looks like. “ “6’3
now, actually. Mum says I should stop any day now. Or at least, she hopes so. I
think she’s tired of making longer clothes.” She gestured town her beige pants
that were already about an inch too short. Although Echo was getting tall for
her age, Stanza still trumped her by about 5 inches. He was known around the
village as Stan-tree for his height and sturdy build. A rumor among the younger
children was that Stanza would go into the forest when he dies and turn into a
giant oak tree. “At
least those little sprouts will have something to grow into.” Stanza offered. Experience
had taught him there was no reason not to be optimistic. “Ha! No
ways…the twins are too petite. Twigs they are. They will hit 6 foot if they’re
lucky, but I doubt they will have any meat on their bones until they make
little twins of their own.” Stanza chuckled at Echo’s honesty. “Blunt
as a cliff, just like your father when he was a boy.” He patted her head before
nodding back toward her modest home. You better get back and help your mum while she’s still got
you around.” “You’re right. I was just on my way to help with dinner when
you waved. I’ll see you later?” “Oh definitely!” he grinned and revealed crooked teeth and
laugh lines that proved the years may not have been easy, but he always took it
in stride. “At the very least I will be with the rest of the village to
see you off.” Not knowing what to say, she waived and headed home. The
nostalgia that surrounded her on the south side of the mountain crept back into
her eyes as she told Stanza goodbye. The kitchen was already filled with a savory sweetness
although her mum had just brought the guania and meat to a boil. Echo stopped
for a moment just over the threshold to take a big whiff and allow her stomach
to let loose a growl. Her mouth immediately watered as she visualized dinner
and remembered how long ago breakfast had been. Soon the table would be set
with hearty stew, cheese, bread and colorful conversation of the day’s events. She
looked forward to hearing about her father’s day at the building yard almost as
much as she was anticipating dipping her bread in the stew and sinking her
teeth into the thick crust in order to reveal the luxuriously soft center. Later,
the family would eat frozen sweet cream on the porch to counter the humidity of
a Terra Sol night even though they would all undoubtedly be full. At the
moment, however, everyone was going through the routine of washing hands, faces
and even feet before dinner. Automatically, she took to the sink and started to
scrub under her nails. Deep in thought, she almost didn’t notice the twins
coming into the kitchen behind her an unloading their pickings for the day. “ This
is what I will miss the most” Echo thought. “ Does
everyone have rituals and routines? Will I know what to expect out there? Or will
I always be caught off guard? What if the food is bad? What if…” A million
negative possibilities flashed through her mind. “Echo!”
she was taken out of her reprieve by a bump from the younger twin, Celia. “Stop
daydreaming and help us set the table, Yah?” Echo gave her a bump back as she
reached for the plates in the cupboard but stayed silent. “You’re
not gone, yet, you know.” Claire, the older half, said with a sigh from the
other side of the kitchen. “You
still have responsibilities, just like the rest of us. I should put my wash in
with yours for skipping the gardening today.” “You two
made it out o.k. by the looks of it.” Echo replied while eyeing the heaping
baskets of fruit waiting on the counter. “We
could have been done in half the time and you know it.” Celia said with a
scowl. “Don’t
be such a whiner, Celia, or I’ll give you some of that cheese to chew on.” “You
know she’s right, Echo. Are you going to abandon your chores on Delphime too?”
Claire knowingly struck a nerve but didn’t back down from the fight. “We
won’t have chores Claire. We have jobs. Like adults.” Echo replied as she bumped the older twin out of the way
finish setting the table. “Brute!”
Claire slammed the basket she was holding down on the floor, ready for the
brawl. “Imp!”
Echo’s eyes flashed, accepting the challenge. “You’re
in for it now.” Celia warned no one in particular. “Girls!”
Their mother called from outside. “
Separate yourselves immediately.” The
twins took to the sink while Echo backed up to her earlier post of setting up
the table. “Claire.
Celia. Come help me take the wash off the line until dinner is done. Echo, make
sure the stew doesn’t stick.” With minimal protest all three girls moved around
the kitchen, careful not to make contact. The twins would rather be outside
anyway, even if it meant helping their mother with the wash. The evening was
clear, unlike the humidity of the kitchen. Echo stirred the pot per her
mother’s instructions, getting lost in her own mind again. Claire’s comment
about Delphime (pronounced Del-feem) aggravated her more than she would ever
admit. It was true she had skipped out on her fair share of chores before, but
who didn’t? That didn’t make her irresponsible…right? No, she would complete
all of her duties on the water planet. She straightened her back and
strengthened her resolve to be the best
representative of Terra Sol she could be. Just as she was running through all
of the worst possible scenarios that could arise while away from home for the
third time that day, her father came banging his work shoes on the door. The
dirt flew off in large chunks and pelted their door mat. She didn’t know why
her father insisted on wearing such clunky things when most people went without
shoes altogether. They fit his personality, though, as much as his sturdy build
and short crop of hair did as well. “You ARE
going to miss them, you know.” He began, bringing her mind away from Delphime
and back to the argument between her sisters. “And
they ARE going to miss you back.” He added, as if he could read her mind. “Yeah,
well they sure don’t act like it.” She
strained herself not to roll her eyes. “Everyone
expresses pain differently, Echo. What happens when you smash your fingers?
What do you do?” Abrahm eased into his
“lecture” voice. Echo could feel that a life lesson was waiting in their midst
to be captured and absorbed. “I yell. I probably kick whatever darned thing
smashed them.” She said with a little smug pride. She learned young not to show
pain or vulnerability when she was really hurt. “And
what does Micha do when he smashes his?” Abram continued, plopping a berry into
his mouth from the fruit bowl on the counter. He nonchalantly looked over his
shoulder to make sure his wife wasn’t picking in to see him spoil his dinner. “Cries.
Because he’s 10.” She said with strong redundancy. Where was he going with
this? “And
what does your mother do when she’s hurt?” She had to think for a moment. When
was the last time she had seen her mum hurt? Quin was the toughest woman she
knew, and the best mum because of it. “I don’t
know.” She finally answered.“Nothing I guess. Mum is too strong to kick or cry
or scream.” “Your
mother is strong, that’s true. But she does feel pain.” And after a moment,
“She sings when she’s hurt, Echo. She spouts joy and emotion to cover the
pain.” Some distant memory danced behind her father’s eyes for a second, and
then was gone. “The
girls are hurting, so they hurt something else. It’s their own way of dealing
with pain. And maybe if they hate you enough by the time you leave they won’t
miss you once you’re gone.” He said with the wisdom of a man who had hurt and
been hurt enough in his lifetime to know what pain was and how it operated in a
person. “That’s
the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Isn’t it better to love someone while you
have them and miss them while their gone, than to hate them forever?” Echo was
instantly angry and frustrated at how anyone could choose to be hateful on
purpose. Abram smiled to himself. “That’s
the real question, isn’t it?” Echo
opened her mouth to question him further, but the twins, little Micha and her
mother all came into the kitchen at once, prepared to eat. Later,
as the six of them ate frozen sweet cream on the porch under the gathering
clouds, echo heard the cicadas begin to buzz and girls started up an old
village serenade they all learned in school. With all of her favorite things in
place and her departure looming in the distance, Echo wished desperately for
something to kick.
As soon
as the eastern sky began to fade into dawn, Echo was racing across the village
toward orange-leaf ridge. Of all the realms, those from Terra Sol (Solars) were
the quickest. Echo was especially fast on long, muscular legs that were
practiced on the rough terrain of the mountain. Millie was already on the
ridge, one knee to the stone and one propped up on which to rest her hands,
manipulating a few pebbles at her feet with her eyes closed. All of the Solars
could manipulate the elements of their natural world, but none were encouraged
to do so past their mentoring years. She doubted her parents even knew how to
anymore. Once the planets decided to begin the age of peace, manipulating was
strongly frowned upon. The Solar Soldiers had used their abilities to fight the
other forces from Delphime and Airedessa. Now, manipulating was associated with
the war and pain and death. If any of the elders knew that Millie and Echo
practiced like this, they would have them put in work camps that same day.
Pushing aside thoughts of the war and the elders, Echo mimicked Millie’s
position, placing her left knee on the stone, bowing her head and finding her
center. Within moments she too was reaching inwardly for the stones that Millie
was manipulating in small circles. Millie had began to push herself further-
out into the jungle where she could wave branches, blow up leaves and twirl
sticks. Still, a small part of Millie kept moving the stones. That is, until
Echo fought her to take over. Frustration marked Millie’s brow as she tried to
regain control and the soil down the slope of the ridge began to shift. Millie
cracked an eye to see a smug smile resting on Echo’s face. Millie knew she was losing
the battle and had no choice but to break pose and push Echo over and down the
slope. Any fight that Millie was going to lose was not a fight she intended to
see the end of. Echo tumbled a short way and landed with a laugh and an oomph. “You damned cheater!” She shouted up to Millie as she
brushed off her knees and pulled leaves out of her hair. “It wasn’t supposed to be a competition! You just always
make it into one.” She crossed her arms over her chest, knowing she was in the
right for pushing Echo off her high horse. Literally. In minutes Echo was back
up the slope, confident smirk still in place. Her tan shorts were a little
dirtier than before, but she didn’t really care. “That’s because you never share.” She countered, while
pulling the elastic band off of the end of Millie’s braid in a flash. In one
motion she stretched the band and shot it off her thumb and into the jungle. Millie
didn’t bother to watch it go, knowing it wasn’t coming back. “I would tell you to go find it, but I know you won’t” “Yeah, and I would tell you to stop pushing me down hills,
but I know you won’t do that either.” With the girlish affection of childhood
friends, Mille barely held back a smile and shook her head. “Oh what ever will I do when you’re gone my dear, sweet
Echo? I will have so much peace and quiet, I might become the most powerful
Solar in the village.” Echo took a step and put a bronzed arm around her best
friend’s shoulders. “Calm, temperate Millie,” Echo began, mimicking Millie’s
earlier sarcasm, making her giggle despite herself. “The village isn’t ready for a practiced Manipulator such as
you. Honestly, they are all lucky I have been here to hold you back all this
time.” Millie flinched a little on the inside. Echo had never held
her back and they both knew it. Even though Millie had spent double the time
studying, practicing, and training, Eco had always been a little….better. Maybe
some small part of her subconscious was jealous, but she stifled it with every
other inch of her will. Echo had not only been her biggest competition for the
past 18 years, but also her greatest friend. She had never made her feel
inferior or second best. On the contrary, Millie knew she was better in every
way because Echo had pushed her to her best. Now that she knew what
determination and hard work felt like when they were pushing through her veins,
she could never settle for being a village house wife. “Oh yeahs, I’m sooo grateful for you protecting the village
from me.” Millie kept up the dripping sarcasm that was present in many of their
conversations. Her voice oozed intolerance, but her eyes shown with love. “Smartass.” Echo pursed her lips and gave her a little shove
on the shoulder. “I can’t stay long, I want to go see the little ones before
orientation. I doubt I will have time to go back again before…” Echo didn’t
have to finish her sentence for Millie to know how she was feeling or what she
was thinking.” “Before you start the greatest adventure of EITHER of our
lives? Before you make your way to the capital to become the greatest
socio-cultural analyst this system has ever seen? Either of those options will
suffice for an ending to that sentence.” She was attempting to draw Echo’s mind
away from the negative. A place Millie knew Echo had been visiting far too
often lately. “Yeah, something like that.” Her eyes and heart trailed over
to the jungle, that thick trees and ferns she loved so much. “How can you be so down all of a sudden? You’ve been working
toward this internship since you were twelve.” Echo ran a hand through the loose strands of hair that had
escaped her braids and blew out an exasperated breath. Where to begin? Or could
she even start to explain to Millie something she didn’t understand herself? “It’s just the twins…and mom…and Stanza…” She stuttered and
searched for words. “So, it’s everyone?” “Yes! I mean…Well, no, it’s not them… I mean…I’m not sure.” Millie cocked a dark and amused eyebrow. Echo was never
flustered. Finally, after a prolonged and heavy silence, she turned to face her
head on and spew the conflicting emotions fighting inside of her. “I just don’t want anything to change, you know? Grover
Village and Terra sol are all I have known for…well forever. Yeah, I know we’ve
studied the other realms in our mentoring, but it’s not the same. I just have
this feeling that as soon as I leave nothing is going to be the same. That’s
terrifying! Yet, I’m so incredibly excited. And then I’m guilty because I’m
incredibly excited. But why am I feeling guilty? Everyone told me to go, and I
know it’s the right thing to do. It’s the smart
thing to do. But the twins have already started acting weird. I don’t think
Micha really knows how long I will be gone, or he would be acting up too.” Echo
had sat on the edge of the ridge before starting in on her monologue, and
Millie joined her in an empathy stance. “It’s just a year. It’ll be over before you know it.” Echo
loved Millie’s positivity, but found it hard to convince her heart that year
would pass unnoticed. “And besides,” Millie continued, “You will probably be too
busy to miss us once you’re gone. We’ve all memorized your schedule and there
is only one break.” This time Echo knew she was at least partially right. She
could recite the preliminary schedule from memory two days after receiving it
in the mail upon acceptance into the internship. She ran through the coming
year in her mind, even though she knew Millie was right about the number of scheduled
home visits. Month 1- Intensive
Orientation Month 2- Preliiminary
studies of rural areas. Month 3- Intensive
studies of rural areas. Ages 0-15 Month 4- Intensive
studies of rural areas. Ages 15-30 Month 5- 3 weeks of
intensive studies. Ages 30-50 [1 Week Home Visit] Month 6- Preliminary
studies of Urban Areas. Month 7-Intensive studies
of Urban Areas. Ages 0-15 Month 8- Intensive
studies of Urban Areas. Ages 15-30 Month 9- Intensive
Studies of Urban Areas. Ages 30-50 Month 10- Free Rang
Studies-Area of Choice. Month 11-Free Range
Studies-Area of Choice. Month 12- Exit Interviews,
Assessments and Qualified Screening. The last phrase always made her heart jump a little. Qualified Screening meant you
successfully qualified to move into the second phase of the internship. Less
than half of the interns accepted to study on Delphime were able to move on to
Airedessa. And of those, only a handful was able to work for the capital. © 2016 BNCooper |
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