In shadows of conversation…

“Where am I,” questioned Zohara unafraid.

“You are where you need to be—the anywhere place,” remarked the young man.

Zohara looks at the handsome young man, his hair, his deep voice and brownish eyes that seem to stare into her soul. “I don’t understand, can you just tell me where I am?”

“I actually cannot, and the location is foreign to your comprehension,” remarked the young man. “You must realize and please keep an open mind that any explanation about this place will prove to be too fantastic. Your mind will not be able to process it, not yet.”

Zohara, surprisingly is not upset but looks away and saw their surroundings transforming into a downtown that appeared to be from another time. The city looks like her home but different, older and dirtier. She saw people wearing clothes she only seen in her history book during the brief period of the 21st century. The early part of that century, before the invasion. “An older woman, a royal woman I met in a dream—this reminds me of that meeting” spoke Zohara.

“Is that the reason you are calm?” asked the young man.

“Panicking had gotten my father killed and attacking without reason or some sense of my surroundings is stupid” responded Zohara.” “Besides, a better reason, the last battle I fought, I think I lost.”

“You think—how so?”

“The last thing I remembered is falling to the ground with her hovering over me. I am still alive, so she spared my life.”

The young man nodded his head as his locs blew mostly in his face due to the wind. “Speaking of my reasons, I must ask, what is your name.”

“I cannot remember,” uttered the young man. “I have been in the shadows for a long time.”

In shadows?”

“Yes, my body is a shadow.”

“Oh—-I have powers, so nothing is unbelievable to me,” remarked Zohara.

“I am glad you feel that way,” replied the young man. The ground began to shake as his body was transformed to shadow.”

“Wait—wait!” yelled Zohara.” “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere actually—that’s the problem.”

Excerpt from Chapter 13 of “She is to be remembered”

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