Put the light in the hands of eternity

The beginnings

The Bridge, second Chapter 

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa 

Eggya months before his disappearance

At that moment, we see Ingerin Barderian in  the General Hospital of Eggya, he is received by a doctor who announces him with deep sadness:

– The three elderly people who brought us did not survive, I am very sorry, the protocol imposed by health requires the signature of knowledge of a relative to proceed with the autopsy and remove the brain of each of the deceased; you were the rescuer, that is why we came to you.

Ingerin, without saying anything, extracts a pen from his shirt and looks at the doctor who puts the papers in front of him so that the procedure can be carried out. After several hours they give him a sealed package with the remains that must be taken to the institute of neurosciences, but It’s too late, Barderian gets in his car and takes them home with him.

He opens the box and places each of them on the work table, exhausted he collapses on his bed, looking for something to hold on to calm his depression, between wakefulness and sleep he finds Raudek’s beloved face and hugs his pillow with strength:

Barderian inadvertently kisses the pillow repeatedly but a light interrupts his passionate delirium, which he tries to sink once more without success.

<My beloved, in privacy you were always playful, I love you, you have always been so tenacious, you are the most intelligent and passionate person I know and I know that others only come the first time, mmmmh! Beloved>

Barderian inadvertently kisses the pillow repeatedly but a light interrupts his passionate delirium, which he tries to sink once more without success. That light is similar to a pulse and ends up waking him up:

<Wow, I must have left the cell phone on without realizing it because of exhaustion!> 

He grumbles and reluctantly goes to the study and looks at his reflection in the mirror on the wall; his tousled hair, the hair on his chest changes color with the beam of light that flickers like a heart, his face lights up again and again to the rhythm of that light that comes from the jars containing the brains of the three eggyans.

With his face lit up and his mind the same, Barderian realizes that the three drieden are sending him direct messages and consequently acts:

He takes his phone and dials the library Abudanaya, the phone rings but no one answers, he realizes that it is mean night also for them and leaves a message:

– Urgently begin to digitize all the materials in your possession, all protected in silicon Murdorian tubes; I will arrive as soon as possible, if we need funds to have more tubes, I will negotiate it, this is imperative, thank you.

(It seems that the library was not entirely digital as it was made known to the earthlings)

The second message he receives makes him reflective, he does not really understand how to do what they ask him, but he knows perfectly who to call to complete that task.

On the moon of Medreos

Hours later Raudek Vilob’s team receives a text message from Yertei:

Dear Raudek Vilob:

I understand that you are in charge of the group with the infinity symbol that pioneer Barderian told me about, we were waiting for your message from one moment to another. I will be with you as soon as possible, certainly, time is short.

Last night a message arrived at Abudanaya and everything is ready, the gathering of information is not enough, I will explain in person what this is all about. Go to the neuroscience bench with the light off, separate the indicated material, you will know what I mean. Thanks.

Yertei is the drieden with whom they communicated by leaving a message in the town of Tourum, they will know that each of these special beings has created a unique bond, no matter who of them knows the information before, each of them can transmit it to the right person to complete the circle.

We are approaching a reality that surpassed them and they had to make their talents the most valuable resource to rescue the best of each one of them.

Photo by Jaymantri on Pexels.com

Por Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Escribir es una de las actividades creativas más fascinantes que existe, indagar lo caminos de diferentes versiones, encontrar motivos para acrecentar el cauce de un relato y motivar a la lectura, es agradable para todo el que escribe

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