Andromere's Paradise (One Shot)

                A bluish spinning light emerges from the artificial wormhole. It seems to be like a clear water but without end. I couldn’t possibly believe how amazing things are with science. I took a step closer to see the time lapse movement of the Neutrinos when a sudden electrical surge made everything explode.

                Shards of broken glass was ever where. There were blood spilled. Bodies on the floor. The laboratory suddenly became a warzone but without a returning fire. It was a massacre. I needed to save my life. It would take me 30-45 seconds to run to the exit door or a split second to gamble my life and jump into the wormhole.

I decided to gamble.

Oxygen was thin and I could feel the pain of the glasses that stabbed me. I couldn’t stand straight. I was lying in the nothingness and stumbling into the blue light without any gravitational pull. I can’t see anything. Everything was blue and misty. I couldn’t breathe. I needed air. I needed. I. . .

The sun was hot and it was burning through my eyelids. I could taste saltwater and hear waves crashing on the shore. Birds chirped everywhere. I couldn’t believe what I could hear. I didn’t dare to open my eyes. I was afraid of the beauty that surrounded me; afraid that the wormhole had placed me somewhere only my subconscious was telling me or if I was not only dreaming but prophesying something diabolically amazing.

Soon cold hands were wiping my face and my wounds were as if healing itself rapidly. I listened to her faint English; I was surprised that they could speak what I could speak. “Years and years ago, a traveler like you came here and promised to return with force and power. He was angered with the beauty of this paradise that he wanted it for himself. He promised ten long years of preparation for his coming and not a single islander could save us from the wrath of his intellect. But, now, a human is in my hands. A human whose resembles a savior is here.” I shivered. I didn’t want to wake up with a very big responsibility.

“I am Andromere. You are at my place, human. In here, everything that you want to do with time will follow your bidding. You can go back to autumn or winter. You can control and predict the weather. You can move about anywhere at any time. You can go back to your life.”

Back to my life?

I woke up after long hours of sleep and found myself in an empty house. There, sitting beside the fireplace, was a woman whose back was turned to me. Her long blonde hair has reached the floor. It was not that perfect type of hair that somebody would see from the T.V. commercials.

“I want to travel in time, go look for that man, go back to my life and go back to the place where I belong.” I stood up and told her. She looked at me. She had the eyes of a cat and whiskers. She was beautiful despite her inhuman appearance.

“I am Andromere. The Queen of Time Isle and you are in my Paradise. I am the one and the only living here. I am preparing for the battle given ten years ago. Now, I will do as your bidding is but assure me that you will be the killer of my assailant three days from now.”

Three long days passed and I prepared myself to kill. I don’t know what made it so easy for me to do what Andromere has said. For the entire three days, I was given food, medicine and different types of swords and mallets I could use to kill that assailant. I was so desperate to see my father again and to see how I became an orphan. Day in and day out I would train myself in stealth, offense and killing.  I was not afraid because I know that Andromere would be there to help me and I could just jump through dimensions if I want to.

The mission then started for me. At first, I didn’t know how I would be travelling until Andromere came close to me. She held my hand and placed them in her hips. She moved her face closely to mine. I don’t know what I was going to do. I closed my eyes and I felt her soft whiskers brush against my face. I opened it and we were kissing however, I can’t feel her lips. Blue clouds enveloped us as flashes of my recent memories passed through us. On and on we traveled backwards while our lips were intertwined to each other. I could feel her shiver. I could sense that something was wrong with her but before I could react, there we were on a street filled with people I do not know.

Everything was pitch black. Everyone was busy. I didn’t know if they could see us but rest assured they were passing us like we were bystanders. I turned towards my companion and I was amazed by her dazzling beauty. Her eyes were almond shaped with a dark, long and flowing hair. She stands smaller than me, still. Her skin is as normal as other Europeans. She was amazingly beautiful with a very interesting accent. At that moment, I felt something. I was nervous as I looked at her. I touched my lips and thought back on the kiss that had occurred awhile ago. For a moment, I forgot what I was supposed to do: to look for the infant me and how I became an orphan. All I thought about is her. All I knew is her. All I care for is her. Then suddenly the people were screaming.

“Whatever you do, do not alter what I tell you not to alter. Do only what I tell you to do. Speak only when I tell so.” Andromere had the knack of keeping her sentences short, simple and firm which made me feel like she was a teacher and I was a pupil under her care.

Everybody was panicking. I didn’t know what was happening so I looked to the left and saw nothing but more people. I looked to the right and still, the same. Finally, Andromere pointed towards south and saw what was happening.  A building was burning and many people were trapped. Finally, I saw someone eerily familiar. He looked the same as me. He wears the same glasses. He walks very similar to mine. His hair color, his eyes, his hands, his mustache . . . everything. Then, it dawned on me. He was my father.

He was walking casually towards the fire and then in a split second he was running and shouting about his newborn child. He screamed so loud that he was almost in par with the sirens of the old fire trucks. He was running fast and he was able to enter the burning building. Blue smoke rose again from Andromere, she was touching my hands. Then, in an instant, I saw how I was abandoned. My mother and father died from the fire on that day. They threw me out of the window and I was caught by the firemen. Things went faster and I saw my surrogate father going out from his old house and there I was, wrapped in blue and red cloth. I don’t know why they decided to give me to him but rest assured when I saw his face I was about to cry.

But I was not the only one who had deep emotions on the sight of my father. Andromere was shaking, I didn’t know why exactly so I shrugged it off.

Faster now, time flew and I saw my father and me enjoying our lives. I couldn’t help but cry.  We enjoyed times together, playing together, eating together and growing up with each other. Until, his fatal day came. Again, I saw my father, bloody and dead. But, I didn’t know what happened to him. I walked towards my father when Andromere shouted. She raged and I flew backwards. Suddenly, I was back into Andromere’s Paradise.

“You have seen enough, human! Now, do my bidding as I have fulfilled your wish!”

She kissed me again. I was in a white office. I don’t know the place. When suddenly, an old man was sitting calmly in front of me, his back turned away as he was sipping tea. It was a summer night. I knew the weather well because of the training. Andromere was beside me.

“Kill him and be done with it. His death shall set you free. You shall have control over time with your wormhole as you can visit me frequently.”

I closed my eyes and raised my hands. I was shaking. My heartbeat was racing. I was near at killing him. He was old. Frail. Weak. He couldn’t possibly survive anything as hard as my blow. I struck him once. He didn’t flinch. Twice. Thrice. No movement. Then, I opened my eyes. Alas, the consequences. I killed my own father. It turned out that my father survived through travelling in Time Isle, but he remained there, and he was not welcome to remain. He destroyed time continuum and I had to fix it, for his life—but was it worth it?