Across the UniverseA Story by AlphaGeminiAcross the
Universe. Our eyes meet across the pier, wooden
planks below our feet bleached by the sun and scoured by salt wind. The ocean
roars nearby. And in that moment, I remember seeing her. Not just across my
lifetime, but over many. Hundreds, perhaps thousands or even more. Our eyes met
and in the same instant I saw those eyes in my mind in countless different
times, an infinite expanse of worlds where somehow, inexplicably we always
found each other. Within the now-lost temples of Xanadu, betwixt
the river and the limestone mounts that towered, dripping with vines and lush
green foliage, she was in the courtyard, next to the thousand-year-old tree in
blossom. She wore a jade green silk dress, hair blackest obsidian and face
powdered white in the fashion of imperial China, in those days. Upon the great Deathseas of Heranth, where
the white dunes of sand dominated the planet surface and gales whipped across
their sinuous changing bodies fast enough to scour the flesh from a man's bones
instantly. Her hair was platinum then, and shiny, but hid beneath the deep cowl
of a thick white reflective sun-cloak. My raiding party thundered towards her
on levitating hovercraft, whooping and screaming war cries. Again in the foundry city of Draleg Seven,
where the habitation hives sat astride and between molten rivers and lakes of
the purest metal. The way she smiled through the visor of her heat suit as I
offered her my xan wrap on our allocated break time, sitting atop a huge
abandoned metal crucible down in the iron hills of the slag wastes. Then in the imperial palace of Illumine,
where the fluted towers soared high into the azure clouds and gryphons swam
lazily through the air. I watched her die from the crowd, almost peacefully, as
the assassin's arrow pierced her delicate swan-neck, spilling the crimson of her
royal blood onto the sapphire corset. The imperial guard diving in front and
around her, too late. Upon the blood-stained grounds of the
Veralex Arena I faced her down, with only a shock sabre in my hand and a steel
blast-vest across my chest. She charged towards me, whirling her two lightning
hued mono-particle sharp swords, wearing nothing. To the roar of the crowds
high above I met the most horrible, beautiful death imaginable in that concrete
colosseum. Her hair was fire-red and her skin ebony. Twice I saved her life, I recall now
though there are surely many more. Once I caught her hand as she vaulted the
empty abyss between our star cruiser and the intercepting Navy vessel. Before
our eyes as we stood magnetically secured to the ships grey hull, the pirate
raider black and menacing tore our craft apart with a broadside of laser fire.
I held her in the vacuum of space as she sobbed. I could hear it through the physical
connection in our dark grey vacuum suits, the ovoid helmets connecting. Her auburn
hair swam lazily in zero G. The next was when in the summer of 1942
the German forces overran Stalingrad. She'd been a refugee, displaced by the
war. Her and her family, aged parents and younger siblings, had sought shelter
deep within a basement during the opening bombing runs by the Luftwaffe. When
the fighting degenerated to house-to-house, I'd found her. During a
particularly vicious firefight when me and my comrades were being pushed back
through a shattered buildings remnant, shooting as we ran. I'd seen them
there, and her, huddled among the wreckage. Grasping the parents by the arms
and hauling them out, the lot were saved before the rest of the structure was
leveled by tank shells. Her eyes had met mine, red rimmed, tired and teary.
The most brilliant blue I’ve ever seen. Every time we met, every time our eyes drew to one-another, I knew. I remembered, if only for
the briefest moment in time. For Shorter than a split second, I realized who
she was. Sometimes we were merely strangers,
passing each other by, haunted by a lingering feeling of familiarity we'd never
be able to place for the rest of that life. Sometimes she killed me, or I her.
Sometimes both our lives ended. In other timelines we grew old together and
knew deep love. In yet more we were separated, flung upon great quests and
journeys to re-unite. Not all of them succeeded. No matter what happened, where we were cast
by the tides of fate, or what occurred between us, for some reason every
encounter, every life no matter how harsh or cruel it was in the living seemed
worth it to me. For every eon or so that passed there was a blink of years, the
merest fraction of their existence, I would get to live with her. © 2018 AlphaGeminiReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 29, 2018 Last Updated on July 13, 2018 AuthorAlphaGeminiDunedin, Otago, New ZealandAboutShort stories, Novellas, and everything in between. Sci-fi, fantasy, horror, anything to vent some creativity. more..Writing
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