Friday, 21 June 2013

My Final Lesson

That night, I visited the Estronian again, wanting to know how well I was doing. I was greeted with a surprise. When I got back to the white room, The man in the suit was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a group of other men dressed in formal attire.
"Who are all of you?" I asked one of them, calmly.
"We are what you call Estronians. You are not a messenger. You have been terribly mislead, Adam Michaels."
"What about the man I was talking to earlier, and what do you mean?"
"I mean that we were meant to tell you the truth first. You were not meant to tell the whole world about the dangers that are coming. You were meant to talk to us and only us. Then you were to tell the leaders of your world."
"What are you talking about?"
"The man you were talking to, he lied to you."
From the distance, I could hear his voice. "I did not lie! I wanted to warn him but I could not yet tell him the whole truth. I thought I could, but I couldn't handle it!"
"What is he saying?" I asked in a panicked voice.
"He told you about the dark, violent  forces that you should fear, the forces that you, as a soldier, have gotten to know but cannot control."
"Yes, he told me. He told me."
"What he was unable to tell you was that the dark forces belong to your planet, Adam Michaels. We are here to defend ourselves and other worlds from your planet."
"No. No, that can't be true."
"It is. In 1940 we were sent here to observe your violent behaviour. Your friend wanted us to talk to you. He was so naive, thinking you would be able to change your destructive ways. He didn't know that you truly were not ready for what we had to tell you. For the past several decades we have watched you, and we know that once you discover our existence, we will not interact peacefully. We know your history, and know what you are capable of."
"But we can change, we can stop it all if you just give us a chance!"
"I'm sorry, but it is for the best that we end this war before it ever starts. It is all a question of when."
"Please, please! Don't do this! Give us a few years! We will change, I know we will!"
I stared into his  bright green eyes as he thought hard. After a long silence, he spoke.
"You have the rest of your life to prove us wrong. But our time in communication is over. Please, Adam Michaels, show us what you humans are really capable of."

And with that, I was awake. The medallion, however, was nowhere to be found. I suppose I will have to make up some kind of excuse about it getting stolen or something, but that was the least of my worries. We all have to think about proving why our species is worth saving. I don't know where we will start, but I do know that it starts with me.

Spreading the Word

I knew one way of getting the message across: the internet. I decided to send out emails to everyone I knew. They probably will just think that it's spam and delete it, but it was worth a chance. I was able to get in touch with Henry, who told me that I needed to get a get on reality. "It was really interesting, but come on, its all a bunch of baloney." I also contacted every newspaper I could think of, and I was hung up on each time. This whole mission was just as hard as I thought it would be. I figured the only people that would believe me would be the hardcore believers, so I went on this website all about alien sightings and such topics, and started typing away. I instantly received some feedback from an alien junkie who had heard of the Estron, but understandably thought they were just some cult. He told me he would also help spread the word. It won't be easy, but I have to keep trying to do this. The look on that Estronian's face was completely and utterly honest. I knew he was trying to help, now I just needed to do my part and tell everyone that I could.

My Assignment

I had no idea what to believe. What kind of effect is this necklace having on my head? Was I talking to some cultist who wants me to become a messenger? Was that actually a dream? I needed to clear my head, so I decided to go for a walk by the river. Bad idea, because everywhere I looked I saw tiny little circles. It was freaking me out so much that I needed to see Henry again for some more information. He was surely still working on the Estron mystery. When I got to his house, he was nowhere to be found. I figured he was at work so I went back to his shop, but he was not there either. Oh God, maybe they found him, and deemed him as unworthy of the information they told me! No, I had to keep it together. But before I did anything else, I had to see if what happened last night was really a dream. I went back home and took the necklace out of Keira's jewelry box. I got nestled in bed with the medallion lying on my chest, just like I did the night of the dream. I waited and waited to fall asleep, and I eventually did.
Now that I think about it, it seems less like a dream than reality. I went back to the white room, where the man in the suit was standing, looking less than amused.
"Why have you not spread the word yet, Adam Michaels?"
"Sorry, I just don't really know how. You know, if I start going around telling people that there is a great big enemy coming for us from outer space I am going to sound completely crazy."
"You are an honest man Adam Mi..."
"Ya, ya, I know I'm honest, but not everyone believes in aliens. I mean I don't even completely believe you."
"You don't believe in life outside earth?"
"Not really."
"Then what exactly do you think you are talking to? A human?"
I paused for about fifteen seconds before I responded. An alien. I was talking to an alien in my dreams. What was happening to my life?
"So you're an alien."
"I am indeed what you call an alien."
"Then who are the Estron?"
"We are the Estron. Or at least, that is what the few people who knew the truth called us. We just came to your planet very recently. Or at least it was recently for us, we measure time in a different manner. There were at first about one hundred of us, all disguised as humans. We spent some time learning your culture and your languages, and right when I said that it was important that we tell your species of the impending danger, I was outvoted by the rest of the group. Now, I have convinced them all to tell you. I have done my job, and now it is your turn to do yours."
I was compelled by his story, and actually believed it. I knew that I had to tell the world, but how?

Thursday, 20 June 2013

Last Night

The night I came home from Henry's house, I had the weirdest dream. I don't even remember getting into bed, but I must have fallen asleep immediately. Once again, my mind was occupied by the one day in Kandahar that I will never forget, but things escalated from there. In the dream, I woke up in my own bed to a strange buzzing sound. I got out of bed only to realize the sound was coming from the medallion in the drawer. I shut my eyes again. When I next opened them, I was in a room that was all white, with little distinction between the walls, ceiling, and floor. There to greet me was a tall man wearing a black suit and tie. His hair was perfectly combed, his shoes shined, his eyes a bright shade of green. He told me to take a seat, and I complied without hesitation. I looked around the seemingly open space, towards the ceiling and saw the faint outline of a dome. I looked again and I could see millions of circles on the walls. Was this where the Estron met? Who was this guy? He sat on the floor beside me and started to speak. His voice was deep and soothing.
"Adam Michaels, do you know why you're here?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Do not answer my question with a question that does not answer the initial question."
"The medallion."
"I didn't steal it from you."
"I know you didn't steal it."
"Then what's the problem?"
"We have no problem, Adam Michaels."
"So why did you bring me here?"
"Because you picked up this medallion. We were waiting for you to pick it up, so we could talk to you. You're a soldier, and we are preparing for a battle ourselves. There are forces out there that you should fear, forces that you do not understand and cannot control."
"You want me to fight?"
"No, no. We want you to spread the word. You are an honest, good man, and this is why we have chosen you. You will let your fellow citizens know that dark times are upon us."
"You can't tell them yourself?"
"Something tells me that they will believe you."

And with that, I awoke. I looked around, forgetting for an instant where I was. Of course, another weird dream. It was then I realized that the medallion was lying on my lap.

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

What I Discovered

The next night I decided to start my research. I googled the symbol that was in the centre of the medallion, just to see if there was something the internet knew that Henry didn't. It was hard to sketch the design on my sketchpad, but even after I could finally draw something that was almost identical to the real symbol, I could not find any results. As my frustration was rising, I got a phone call. Henry was for some reason calling me at 9:45 on a weeknight. It turns out that he was also still thinking about the medallion. He told me to come over to his house immediately. For some reason, I agreed.
As I walked up to his door, he swung it open to greet me. His grey hair was a mess, his shirt all wrinkled, and his usually prim and proper beard was looking a bit rough. Despite his appearance, he looked more excited than I had ever seen him. As he rushed me into the door, I saw a collapsed mountain of paperwork, next to several empty cups of coffee. I asked him how long it had been since he'd been outside, and he did not respond. Instead, he jumped right into the reason he called me over. He asked me to show him the medallion again, which he held under a very impressive eye glass. He told me that the circular symbol that was inscribed on the front of the medallion was actually made up of a series of thousands of tiny circles. He told me that this type of writing was commonly used by a small religious group called the Estron. The Estron were apparently formed in Great Britain in the mid 19th century. The group dissolved in the early 1940s, and they were so culturally insignificant that practically no one has heard of them. I had a hard time believing that some British cult made a medallion that somehow was brought to Afghanistan and forgotten in the desert, but it was all I had to believe. Henry tried to explain to me that the Estron believed Earth was meant to defend the universe from evil, that we were the chosen species out of all the lifeforms in the universe. To me, it just sounded like a few nut-jobs who read too many Green Lantern comics. I was too tired to care as much as Henry, so I decided to head home. If this was some super rare piece of medal that was forged by a few freaks, I don't think my wife would want to know. It wouldn't seem too romantic if what I gave her had some significance to a cult. Anyways, time for bed.

The Gold Medallion

I finally gave the medallion to Keira, and she loved it! It took me longer than I thought it would for me to find someone to turn it into a necklace, but when I finally did, it looked great. She likes it so much that she is going to wear it everyday to work. What surprised me was the jeweler's reaction to it. She said that it might be worth a lot, maybe even more than anything she had in the store. I could hardly believe that, considering how some of the diamonds in that store were as big as her head. Still, just for kicks, I went to the pawn shop to see just how much this little thing was worth. Henry, the owner and a longtime family friend, was confused by the sight of it. I asked him if it had Middle-Eastern design qualities, and he said no. He genuinely did not know what it would be worth. "In all my years I have never seen anything quite like it", he said, scratching his beard as he always does when he thinks. "You've got yourself something really special". I asked him if it was possible that it was just a really uncommon piece of junk. He responded with a smile and said that things that are rare are never junk.
I realized that what I had stumbled upon in Afghanistan was not just a nice little souvenir, but something so rare that the most experienced pawnbroker in the area couldn't identify. Why exactly was something like this lying in the sand in the middle of nowhere? I can only thank my luck. Anyways, after I got home from the pawn shop, I wrapped it up all nice and pretty to give it to Keira. Like I said, she loved it. The look on her face made me laugh, as she genuinely had no idea what it was when she first saw it, but after a second she figured out that it was jewelry.
I'm glad she likes it so much, but what if it really is worth as much as that lady said? I think I'm going to need to research this thing a little bit more myself. 

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Adjusting Has Been Hard

I've been home for a week, and it hasn't been easy. Last night, I woke up at 3:00 AM panting, sweating, and wondering where I was. Keira turned to me, ready to call the paramedic, but I calmed down a few minutes later. I've never had something like that happen to me, and I can only hope that it will not happen again. I can't even remember what I was dreaming about, but I knew what it must have been. It was the war, the one time I know for sure that I killed someone. Most of the time we were far away enough from the enemy that I couldn't tell if my shots made contact or not, but that one day, I knew I killed him. He was about fifty yards away from me, and once I pulled the trigger, I saw his body fall to the ground. It was something that actually didn't affect me immediately, but began to eat away at me as time went by. I thought about how while the two of us were at odds because of war, he was still someone's son, brother, maybe even father. It had been a long time since I had even thought about him, but after that night, it stayed in my head. My week started off with days where I wanted to wake up early and get started, and others when I didn't want to get out of bed at all. I don't know how I was going to get past this rough patch, and how long it will even take, but I know things will eventually get easier for me.