Dearest Ariel

Dearest Ariel

A Story by Rhayne
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Earth discovers the truth of ancient aliens when new arrivals attack.

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Dearest Ariel

 

            The suspicion was as old as the Bible. It’s a fact now. They’re here and they have always been. How can we call them Aliens now? Now that they’ve had to unveil themselves to help fight what they call Aliens.  They have been our saving grace for centuries and we never knew. It’s been their knowledge and teachings that have advanced our race, not our own.  We may out number them in bodies but they outsmart us in ways that numbers mean nothing.  And we should be thankful for that today, for if not for them the rest of us would’ve perished too. The ones we fear now aren’t friendly. They don’t want to blend in and live with us, they want to annihilate every living thing on this planet. It seems the more destroyed it is the better they like it. I’ve come to learn that our hidden allies still have advanced knowledge that they have yet to share with us. Already they have shown us new weaponry that seems to be the only defense we have against these new arrivals. It’s apparent to me that they have encountered this species before. My next-door neighbor who I thought to be your average college science professor, turned out to be one of the higher-ranking scientist of the former Aliens that we now refer to as ‘friendly grays’ to distinguish them from the new arrivals that I hear are very different in appearance. I haven’t had the misfortune of running into one yet. We still can’t tell the difference in the ‘friendly grays’ and our own human race unless they permit it themselves. 

            “Jax? Dinner’s ready.”

I have to go. My mother is calling. She doesn’t know that I have this computer. Thank your Dad for me again for the repairs. It’s great to be able to stay in touch with you. I’ll write to you again as soon as I can. Stay safe, Ariel. I miss you terribly.

 

           

“Thanks, Mom, looks delicious.”

            “You say that every night and it’s the same ole dish every night. I wish I could surprise you with something different just one night out of the week. Maybe one of your favorites like spaghetti or a hamburger and fries; anything but this vegetable soup.”

            “Mom, I’m as thankful for this as I would be any of my favorites. There are people out there that don’t even have this. And it looks like the world is going to have to learn to live without meat for a much longer while. Mr. Lochland says there aren’t any live animals around these parts anymore.  He said he spoke to a ham-radio operator at the Canadian border two nights ago and they said there’s no cattle or any farm animals left up there either.”

            “Where did you see Mr. Lochland? When did you go outside this house? Your father told you not to go outside, Jax, not until he gets back.”

            “Calm down, Mom, I didn’t go out. Mr. Lochland stopped by here looking for Dad. I told him Dad was away and would be back on Sunday.”

            “Oh, okay. Did he say what he wanted your father for?”

            “No, just that it wasn’t that important, but he would come back on Sunday.”

            “Wash up your bowl when you finish your soup. I’m going to take the rest of this pot of soup over to the neighbors. I don’t think they are eating much these days. I saw one of the children pulling up dandelions this morning.  I hate to think that’s all they have.”

            “Mom, let me take it over. Please. It’s heavy and it’s just a few steps away. I kind of wanted to see the Professor about something anyway.  I’m sure Dad wouldn’t mind that I go just next door.  I won’t take long, I promise.”

            “Well, it is a little heavy and still hot too.  Okay, but be careful and don’t spill any on yourself and don’t stay long and make me worry, Jax.”

            “I won’t.”

 

 

            “Hi, Luna, it’s Jax from next door? Can you get your Mom and open the door? I have a pot of soup for all of you.”

            “How do I know you’re not one of them?”

            “Well, do you remember our secret code?”

            “Yes.”

            “Good. If I get it right then I’m the real Jax. If I get it wrong then you keep the door locked and go tell your Dad there’s danger at the door. Okay, Luna?”

            “Okay. What is the code?”

            “Your heart locket.”

The locks clicked and the door opens to Luna’s cheeky grin and gleaming blue eyes.

            “Thank you, Luna. Now, I’ll stand right here while you get your Mom.”

            “Mmmm, that smells yummy. I’ll be right back.  Mommy! Jax is here with a big pot.”

            “What? Oh, hello, Jax.  What’s this?”

            “Mom sent this over. It’s her famous vegetable soup. Is the Professor in?”

            “Oh, my goodness, Jax, thank you so much! I don’t know what to say. We haven’t had a chance to get to the food bank this week and the pantry is pretty bare.  Please tell your mother how much I appreciate this.  Jacob is in the basement where he seems to live now.  Go on down.”

            “Thanks, Mrs. Wynn.”

The narrow wooden stairs led into darkness but I could hear noises coming from the other side of the closed door just a few feet away.  I knocked loudly to make sure he could hear me over the whining noise that I could hardly wait to check out. What could he be working on now? I was just about to press my ear when the door swung open quickly to an agitated look and a mouth pursed to shout angrily at the disturbance.

            “Oh, Jax, hello. I thought it was one of the kids knocking again.  Come in, young man, come in. What can I do for you?”

            “Well, Sir, before I get to that, can I ask what you’re working on? It sounded rather interesting from out there.”

The Professor began showing me his project, “this is only part of a much larger project, my boy. I’m going to let you in on a little secret but you have to promise to not let this out. It’s imperative that this stays right here in this room, understand?”

            “Of course, Sir.”

            “A couple of colleagues of mine and I have come up with a way to infiltrate the enemy.”

            “Really? How does this work?”

            “How would you like to be the second to prove my accomplishment?”

            “Whoa, me? Will it work the same for me? Remember, I’m human, you’re not.”

            “Trust me, young man, it’ll work for you as well. It has to, because you see, we are in this together. We can’t pull this off on our own, you know, we need you and you need us.  All you have to do, my boy, is hold on to this locket and when I tell you to, open it so that the beam of light from this cylinder can shine on the inside of it. When it does, you’ll see for just a split second the image of the human heart project out and then you will transport to that chamber over there.”

            “Whoa! Wait, transport? You mean like teleport? Like beam me up, Scotty?”

            “Jax, the only change to this method of travel for us is that I’ve scaled it down to transport shorter distances. I’m sure you have seen the heart locket that my wife and daughters wear?”

            “Yes. Luna is very protective of hers.”

            “And she should be. It’s her only way home. It’s the only way for any of us to visit our old home now. Things there have changed greatly over the centuries too. Our race does not travel by spacecraft anymore. Long range transport is done through these tiny heart lockets.”

            “What are these made of?  It’s not gold or silver.”

            “No. This material is not of Earth. It is a mineral from our home planet. It’s unbreakable, very lite-weight and when held by its owner, will bind with his or her DNA. You tell it where you wish to go and it will take you there. It’s also possible to carry another person piggyback, but just one at a time because during travel the two DNA’s will combine and as soon as you reach your destination everything returns to normal.  Because of the extent of the material’s power and strength, we have been experimenting for centuries to manage exact distances.  Long range, and I mean planet to planet, universe to universe has been the range thus far. Figuring out how to adjust for much shorter distances has been a real challenge.  You see, this material has been hard to analyze due to the hardness of it.  Only one mineral has been extracted so far and that has been just the surface.”

            “So, Professor, what exactly do you plan to do with this? I mean, how or what are you planning to infiltrate and for what purpose?”

            “We have confirmation that a fleet of the enemy’s ships are planning to pass over us on their way to the next point of destroy, the second wave that might very well be the beginning of the end for us all. If we’re ready in time, we can transport enough intel fighters aboard the mother ship, and with a little luck and a lot of skill, they may be able to disable the fighter crafts aboard her and reprogram their systems to attack each other.  We have the devices and the intelligence to do this. We just don’t have enough of those people gathered here to be ready.  But we’re working on that as we speak. Now, are you ready to try this out?”

            “I don’t know, Sir, I promised my Mom I wouldn’t be long. I don’t want to make her worry.”

            “Then take this heart locket and turn around to face the light cylinder.  Now, open the locket and it will activate the light. As the light is shining into the locket and you see the image of the human heart, think of home.”

 

            


“Ahhh! Jax! You nearly scared the life out of me. I didn’t hear you come back. What are you trying to hide?”

            “Uh, nothing, mom. Uh, Mrs. Wynn sends her thanks for the soup. You were right, they are almost out of food. If you don’t need me for anything, I think I’ll go to my room now. I have some reading to do.”

            “Sure. I think I’ll be turning in early tonight. I feel tired and missing your Dad. Oh, speaking of Dad, I received a telegram while you were next door. Your Dad will be home tomorrow and says he’ll be bringing several people with him. He wants you to tell the Professor that he completed his mission successfully and there will be more than enough people to go on some trip with him, whatever that’s about. I hope your Dad’s not planning to leave again right away.”

            “I’ll be sure to give the Professor the message, Mom. I had no idea that Dad’s trip was to help the Professor, but I guess it makes sense. After all, we are all in this together.”

            “What?”

            “Nevermind, Mom, you go on to bed and I’ll deliver the message as soon as I get something from my room.”

 

As soon as I booted up my computer, I sent Ariel a message.

            The most amazing thing happened tonight. I’m so excited about this. I can’t wait to see you.  You’re not going to believe the news I have to tell you.  Thing is, I want to tell you in person, so, check your watch at nine o’clock your time and then close your eyes. I have a surprise for you, for both of us. Remember, nine o’clock, close your eyes. Until then, stay safe, my love.

© 2021 Rhayne


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Rhayne
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