The Chronicles of Draylon (7 page)

A scuffling noise came from the descending passageway. The only light was that of their torches, and shadows appeared about the chamber. Paul was becoming afraid. Then he pointed towards the shaft. One of the grey aliens stood before them. It was Karlon.

“You were my greatest creation, but I am afraid you are no longer required. The council see you as a potential threat, and it is bestowed upon me to undo that threat,” Karlon communicated with Draylon telepathically, as is the way on Terspheriton.

“What are you saying Karlon? You're the only real family I have.” Draylon spoke aloud so that Paul could understand a little about what was being said.

“I am sorry, but you have no family Draylon, I did what I had to, now it must end.”

With that, Karlon used his telekinetic ability to strangle Draylon. Draylon was gasping for air – he could not breathe at all, he started to turn white, and his legs gave way. Paul shouted, “Leave him alone!” He ran at Karlon, which caused him to divert his energy and throw Paul against the wall, smashing his head hard against the rock. Draylon recovered. He had a split second. He drew on all of the available energy he could and gave a telekinetic blast, throwing Karlon with incredible force against the pyramid wall. Karlon was dead on impact. Draylon ran to Paul. He took his hand – no pulse. He slowed his breathing, closed his eyes and focused. Nothing. Draylon shouted aloud, “No! No, no, please no, if there is a God!” He fell to his knees.

An hour passed. Draylon was on his knees. He was in a lot of emotional pain – he had lost his only friend, a friend who trusted him, and he had let him down.

Draylon suddenly came to his senses. He thought to himself that all was not lost – maybe, just maybe, it wasn't too late. Using his ability to manipulate matter, he created a grave for Karlon beneath the rock and then sealed it. He became aware of another passage hidden behind the rock wall. He manipulated matter and opened it. He gently placed Paul in there, and then, after making an oath that he'd be back, he sealed the passage. Draylon moved faster than he ever had in his life. He ran straight out of the pyramid and headed toward the airport. There was no sign of the craft that had brought Karlon. Draylon assumed the other greys in the craft would soon realise what had happened and be out for revenge – he had to move and fast. He managed to flag down a taxi and asked to be taken directly to the airport. The driver made haste.

Draylon booked his flight. It was a mid-morning take off. He couldn't relax; he just kept pacing about. He had to get to Tunguska fast, to the third and final piece of the amulet. He prayed the power within it could help him save Paul. He boarded the plane. Finally it took off – first stop Dusseldorf, then Moscow, and finally Krasnoyarsk in the early hours of Monday, 31st January.

During his stop at Moscow airport, Draylon bought clothing for the extreme weather conditions in Russia. He bought new boots, thermal socks, thermal undergarments, two fleece jumpers, a heavy-duty thermal jacket, gloves and a head warmer – he was all set. Draylon went through customs at Krasnoyarsk airport and then found a washroom in which he put on all of his new attire. He left the airport and managed to get a taxi to a local motorbike shop.

Draylon was looking over the bikes, carefully taking into account fuel capacity. He decided on a KTM 690 Rally. Mainly black in colour, the bike was designed to have exceptional handling and agility on any type of terrain and the fuel capacity was 36 litres. He bought the bike outright and also bought a 20-litre petrol can. He had them both filled to the brim, and the can was then strapped firmly to the bike. He was ready. He bid the Russian salesman good day, speaking the language as if it were his own, and then headed out into the cold treacherous conditions of his trek hundreds of miles across Russia.

The bike handled the snow-covered roads awesomely, and Draylon was going as fast as the bike would take him, taking into account the conditions. Draylon was shattered, cold and saddened beyond belief; all that mattered to him now was retrieving the third piece of the amulet and praying that it was enough to bring back Paul. After many hours of travelling, he filled up the tank with his remaining 20 litres of fuel. He thought he had maybe enough fuel for the journey, but had no clue how he would get back. The terrain was getting tough – he was now off-road manoeuvring through forestry, dirt tracks and waterlogged fields, and the snow started to come down hard.

It was approaching evening. Draylon was freezing cold and could barely hold the handlebars, but he was determined to make the journey – he had to, for Paul. The bike started to splutter – the fuel was almost gone. He squeezed out another mile or so and the bike stopped. He started to run. He knew he must only be several miles from Tunguska ground zero, where the alien craft crashed in 1908. He was running as fast as he could.

Snow covered the ground, and he could barely make out his footing when he tripped on a felled tree. He landed with tremendous force and shouted out loud in pain. He looked down at his left leg. His tibia had snapped piercing his skin and tearing his trousers clean open. Blood was flowing freely. He knew he had to manipulate the bone back into place quickly before the healing process went too far. He grabbed the bone and screamed so loudly that the very heavens shook, and the sound echoed for miles, causing snow to avalanche off hills and mountains far away. He pushed the bone into place, tears coursing down his face, and then his breathing started to slow, the leg started to mend, and in minutes, it was healed and he was ready to advance.

Draylon sensed danger and turned to see a craft in the sky in the distance. It was twilight and the white lights of the saucer reflected off its shiny metal surface. Draylon panicked. He had no hope of escape now, but he started to run anyway – he wasn't going to give up. His breathing became laboured because of the sheer cold of the evening air, and he fell again on another unseen branch. All of a sudden, he heard a high-pitched noise before him. He quickly dug down with his hands. He found it; the third piece of the amulet, almost as if the pale green alien race had foretold this very moment.

Draylon placed the piece on the snow before him and pulled the other two pieces from his pocket. They shot out of his hands with immense speed and became one with the third piece. The craft was now just a hundred feet away. Draylon ripped open his top and placed the amulet around his neck. There was an awesome light emanating from the crystal at the amulet's centre and then it started to dissolve into Draylon. There was no pain. The amulet dispersed throughout his entire body, infusing every last molecule. Draylon looked up and then held his right hand out before him. There was a blast from the craft. He closed his eyes – nothing happened. He looked up. Where he had his hand up, there was a blue force field. It expelled the laser from the craft. Draylon used his ability to draw on energy from all available power sources and blasted the craft in a tremendous fury. A great beam of intense white light hit the craft and it exploded in an instant with a noise and brightness that shook the foundations of the Earth. Draylon was blown hundreds of feet from the blast and fell unconscious.

He awoke a short while later feeling as good as new. His clothes were badly burned and torn and hanging off him, but he felt no cold. He felt better than he had ever felt in his life. His limbs felt strong, as if he could shatter the Earth's surface beneath his feet. He could feel something still happening from within, as if the amulet hadn't quite finished its work yet, and then it was done. Draylon felt an odd sensation, like a weightlessness. He looked down and he was several feet from the ground. He was shocked at the revelation. “I can fly!” he said aloud.

Draylon thought of Paul. He shed his extra clothing but for his jeans and T-shirt. He bent his knees and leapt. He shot into the sky so fast; it was like he was bending the very fabric of time. He tore through the sky, leaving a storm in his wake.

In seconds he arrived at The Great Pyramid in Egypt. It was approaching midnight – nearly 48 hours since Paul's death. Draylon shot down to the subterranean chamber and manipulated matter to unseal Paul from the passageway. He gently picked up Paul and laid him down in the chamber. He closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, prayed to humanity's God and focused all of his being. Minutes went by. Draylon could feel Paul's body start to warm. He focused harder and then fell back when Paul choked back into existence. Draylon was ecstatic.

“Paul, Paul, can you hear me?”

Paul opened his eyes. “What happened? How long have I been out? I've had the strangest dream. And why are your clothes all burnt?”

Draylon laughed out loud. “It's good to have you back with us my friend.”

“I have this strange feeling, like I've been out for days.”

“Let's go back to the hotel, I'll tell you all about it on the way.” Draylon clapped his friend on the shoulder and smiled.

On the way back to Hotel Khufu, Draylon told Paul all about what had happened. Paul was stunned by what he had heard, and couldn't believe he'd been brought back to life after two whole days. He thanked Draylon for bringing him back to being. Draylon explained that if it wasn't for Paul distracting Karlon in the pyramid, it was he who would have been dead now.

They stopped at a café that was open late and Draylon ordered a pot of tea for Paul and coffee for himself.

“What did the amulet look like then?” Paul enquired.

“You saw the two end pieces that were like two semi-circles; well the third piece, the middle piece, had a clear crystal in the middle, a silver chain attached at the top and a symbol across its entire surface. The symbol was like the letter X – it had a line joining the left and right sides of the X. That is where the two semi-circular pieces fit, and of course, the line jutting out from the main symbol that was on one of the pieces you saw.”

Draylon asked the waiter in his Arabic tongue for a piece of paper and a pen. He then drew the symbol for Paul.

“What does it mean?”

“I have no idea. Maybe I shall never know.”

“Tell me about your new abilities.”

“My original abilities have been amplified on a massive scale, and I can fly, which was an unbelievable experience, and I assume my amplified healing abilities have made me invulnerable, but I don't wish to test that. Do you fancy flying with me?“

“Not a chance! I am keeping my feet firmly on the ground, except for maybe a plane or two.” Paul laughed to himself. “What a journey this last month has been.”

“I fear that was just the beginning for me. I can only assume that the pale green aliens that created the amulet, and foretold my coming, were correct about my kin. And if that is so, then I am now a protector of humanity, for with technology evolving so quickly now on Earth, I believe it won't be long before the greys are visiting on a more regular basis. Maybe they've already started plans for annihilation, which is why they no longer felt they needed me. I did not see this coming. But I will do all in my power to prevent it.”

“I find it really hard to digest this. So much has happened so quickly. I don't envy you, except for the flying thing, perhaps,” Paul smiled at his friend then suggested getting back to the hotel as he was shattered.

They arrived at the hotel, went straight to their room and slept through to the latter hours of the morning. When they awoke, Paul asked Draylon if they could head back to Easter Island the next day. Draylon thought it a good idea and suggested they spend the rest of their day relaxing. Paul acquiesced. Draylon noticed that although he enjoyed resting for the night, there was absolutely no need; his body felt charged, as if he had a battery with limitless reserves, but Paul deserved a rest, so he was more than happy to lounge around for a while.

It was Wednesday 2nd February; they awoke early, washed, got dressed, and checked out of the hotel. They spent the day relaxing, drinking, chatting, enjoying the sights, and by early evening, they got a taxi to the airport and booked their flights to Easter Island. Eventually, it was time to board the plane. They got on, found their favourite seats in the safer rear part of the plane, and then the captain announced their departure. The plane took off, first stop, Madrid with a long layover, and then on to Santiago with another long layover, and eventually on to Easter Island, estimated time of arrival Saturday 5
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February, just after midday.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon on Easter Island. They got off the plane and Paul took the deepest breath. He felt like a changed man. It had only been a month since that night when he first saw the light in the sky, but it seemed like more. He felt relaxed now and was enjoying the fact that he had enough money to not have to work for several years if he so wished, and it was a good feeling. They went through customs and left the airport. They both decided to walk to Paul's flat and enjoy the warm day. Draylon asked if Paul would be wanting his old job back. Paul said that maybe in time he would, but not just yet. He said that he was thinking about writing a science fiction novel about their adventures and laughed. Draylon frowned at his friend and then laughed too.

Once at Paul's flat, Draylon said that he quite fancied a run. Paul said that he would see him in about an hour then; there was a tremendous rush of wind.

“I'm back!”

“That was a little quick, where did you go?”

“Just around the outskirts of the island.”

“Unbelievable, you've only been gone a second.”

“I know. Running isn't quite the same now, I must admit, but I'll save money on transport, I suppose.”

“Maybe later we should go to the quarry, or maybe Tongariki, where you found the tablet in the Moai. I think if no one is around, we should check out your abilities and find out what you can really do, what do you think?”