Obsession Ch -3

Ch -3, Where’s Mom?:1

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"blah, blah" - normal conversation.
'blah, blah' - thoughts.
"...'blah'..." - words that are stressed.
BLAH, BLAH - exclaimed words2

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Disclaimer: I do not own the character Menes. He’s from history. Go check if you want to know more about him.
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Peter woke up to the weirdest music he had ever heard in his life, but somehow, the tune seemed to be familiar. He wondered where the music was coming from. And he also wondered why he felt so comfortable all of a sudden. It almost seemed as if he were floating and it was a good feeling, too. It was almost as if he were dead, on his way to heaven, riding one of those puffy clouds that hung in the sky. He wondered if it were really true. Or else, why would he feel so unearthly all of a sudden.Or like, he was in his haven -where he should have been all along. 4

He didn’t want to open his eyes. What fool would want to do that? He didn’t want to wake up from this dream, if it was even a dream. But that was alright, no one wanted him to wake up or anything. He could just be there, resting peacefully, with not a thing to worry about. It would be an understandment to say that he was in bliss. But something made him open his eyes, nonetheless. He didn’t know what it was that made him do so – it was too close to him not having power over his own body. But he didn’t want to believe it. Of course he wouldn’t believe it; he was just curious about where he was, that's all. 5

When he first opened his eyes, his vision were flooded with morning light coming through a near-by window. After his vision stopped glaring, and he was able to see properly, he realized that he was not in some puffy cloud or heaven like he had thought. 6

But nor was he in his room.It was almost close to calling it a heaven. But even he knew how to differentiate between a place seen after-death and unbelievably heaven-‘like’ place. What he saw was the latter; he was sure of it. 7

The was a room half the size of his soccer ground back at school and about fifty feet high. It had a single entrance, which was itself nine to ten foot; four huge windows that stretched vertically on two sides of the room. The room seemed to be a bedroom, with the king-sized bed he had been sleeping in, in the exact opposite direction of the entrance. ‘So, there was where I was, before waking up,’ decided Peter. 8

All was well. Of course, except that the room did not seem like it belonged to a normal person. Far from it. It was a room that could have easily belonged to the President of the country. God knows how he ended up here. May be had fallen into some strange coma, or may be he was abducted or kidnapped to this place when he had been asleep. 9

‘Naah,’ he thought, ‘People don’t get abducted to places like this. They get kidnapped to chilly rundown places, maybe. No, I think I have finally lost it!’ He gets a long sigh. He couldn’t understand the things that were happening to him these days. He seemed to come across strange people, inexplicable behaviors and creatures that seemed to appear out of no where, these days. But he decided he would just have to cross the bridge as it came, no need for being all panicky and worked up. That will only worsen the situation. 10

So he strolled around the room, and saw peculiar things among others, he had never seen in his life. There was this object, which looked almost like a pot, but had a log neck and had a hawk’s face for a lid, for example. Strange but beautiful things like that adorned the room. There was a huge wardrobe, a table and usual things, too. And then he noticed a tall, gigantic mirror which he guessed was the tallest object in the room. He wondered who would want a mirror like that. ‘Maybe someone eccentric?’, thought Peter. 11

Meanwhile, he crossed the room and to have a look at the mirror. He later recalled that this was where 'everything' had started – at least to him. Maybe everything that happened after that would not have happened if he had not been as curious as a cat, in the first place. But maybe it had been bound to happen, a fate sealed thousands of years before he was born. When he reached the mirror, and was near enough to see what was reflected on it, he froze in middle of his steps. What he saw sent involuntary shivers through his body and he just stood there as still as a solid ice statue:12

There was a picture of a five year old boy – no, an image of a five year old boy, with black hair and possibly the darkest shade eyes he had ever see. His skin was tan too. Not tan from going to beach or playing out on a hot day, but – this boy was Egyptian!. 13

It was an image of a boy, a small prince, who was wearing the right clothes for his title. It was all to clear. After all, he ‘was’ a history fanatic. But what was stranger was the fact that the body of the boy, and now his, was moving of its own accord. As if he didn’t have any control over it anymore; as if he never did have control in the first place. He was just a presence, just a viewer, who was not really there; not supposed to be there for over five thousand years. As the realization struck, he swore that he would surely have fainted had he been in control of his body. 14

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The Prince did not seem to be doing much. Nor was he like a normal kid. He just was there, seemingly thinking about something apparently. 16

Meanwhile, there came a sharp knock on the door. The Prince turned to see a short lean lady who looked almost girlish come into the room with worry etched in her face. She started to say something –17

“Where’s Mom?”, the Prince asked urgently. "Is she out in the hall. She's still here, isn't she?"18

“Prince –”, started the Lady sadly, but was quickly cut off. 19

“She did NOT leave me! No! She did not leave me! Tell me, Lady Nora, she did not leave me, did she? Please, Lady Nora, tell me.”20

Peter who was observing this conversation from the Prince’s view point almost missed a weird fact. Both the lady’s and the prince jaw movement suggested that they were talking in English, which was only understandable, because they seemed to belong to Ancient Egypt for all he knew. But it still didn’t explain, how ‘he’ could understand them. 21

“Prince Menes, please listen to me. She could not stay here any longer. She did explain to you, didn’t she?”22

“No, no, no, no –”23

“Sweet heart, it’s al –”24

“NOOOOOO!!”25

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Peter woke up with a jerk from his dream. He was sweating all over and didn’t feel any better mentally. The voice of denial was still echoing in his mind, till he went drifted into unconsciousness once again, but this time a normal one.