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Felicity Finds Family By Sasha Zarya Nexus
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From Erin Halfelven's One April Morning Multiverse
Thank you to Erin Halfelven for her creation of her 'One April Morning'
Multiverse. Passages of description of 'One April Morning' are quoted
from her 'One April Morning' multiverse premise. Thank you to Erin for
her creation of the characters Mrs. Dumfries, Simon and Habib from her
story 'The Starchild-1-.' Also thank you to Erin for her explanation of
magic in her story 'The Starchild-2-.'
Thank you to the authors who have contributed to the 'One April Morning'
Universe with their stories and characters. I would especially like to
thank Terry Volkirch for her creation of the characters, Miss Tarquin
(Concierge), Zeke Tanner (Handyman), and Peg Roberts (Housekeeping) in
her story 'The Disposal Room.'
The character, Tess (reborn as Felicity),is courtesy of Reckoning edited
by Catherine Linda Michals with Tess character created by Sasha Zarya
Nexus.
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1/ Live for the Journey
It was something they all had been prepared for but Tess expected it
less due to her powers. You see she was one of the chosen. She joined
those who were task by some great power to save the Universe from the
Reckoning. She had learned to use these powers in an offensive and
defensive way and to heal those who had fallen. Her tessaract, for which
she was named, enabled her to move through space & time at will. Her
healing powers came from the tessaract as well. She needed them to
survive the Tesseract. Otherwise her mortal form would be consumed in
the maelstrom of forces which combined to provide the transportation.
Such powers are not easy to overcome but they have to be engaged in
order to work. I had been overcome in the mighty explosion, even with
the massive energies at my command. Only my strength of will kept me
together as I invoked my powers. Gone were all the pain receptors which
would have made my being overcome with agony. The healing powers invoked
to keep my energy form from dissipating into nothingness, as the last
whisper of all that I had been.
"Escape!"
The only word left from my mind as this all happened propelled the
tessaract to reach out into the void beyond the planetary system, beyond
the galaxy, beyond the universe. My journey had to be long enough for
the healing powers to regenerate my body. Much of my original DNA had
vanished so the healing forces brought together with the old, new
unknown components.
As I flew through space time within the tessaract, my body began to
regenerate into a young woman's body. I wondered at first about why I
had again taken female form but realized that even as John, I had a
female spirit and was intersexed. This woman, that I now became, looked
nothing like the woman I had been when I called myself Tess. I was aware
that the travel time involved in taking me far enough to regenerate was
that of an alternate universe drawn at random from the pool of
possibilities. That meant for me that I was now to emerge in a universe
so divergent from everything that I had known that the Reckoning had not
occurred here for this universe was not in danger, at least from that.
Before I peered outward to the new world outside the tessaract, I made a
surface reflective so I could see my new face and body. The young
woman's face that was revealed in my reflection no longer had any
connection to the man I was before or to the woman I had become. I had
very literally become reborn. I wept uncontrollably with huge sobs
catching my breathing as I began to come to terms with losing my
universe and all of my past. A glimmer of hope dawned as I remembered
something I read once.
"You are a new creation. The old has gone and the new has come."
As I considered that this new body of mine had not a stitch of clothing
on it, I found myself imagining me clothed in a way that would best show
off my new body. A flash of light and the image in the mirror changed.
I gasp as I saw myself reflected wearing a killer LBD and heels looking
even more amazing than when I had been another woman in what now seemed
ages ago. I had a purse on my shoulder and a full set of luggage beside
me.
"The Goddess has a most bountiful provision, indeed."?
I recognized the purse as the one that I had been provided with at the
time of my transformation. I never even opened it but it had been caught
up and stored in my tessaract the first time that I had activated it. I
had not seen it all this time, and not needed it since I already had
what it contained, a new identity and enough funds to get started from
my friends who helped me in the beginning.
"The best gift that I can give all who have loved me is to live well and
love always. Somewhere out there is a new family for me. All I have to
do is find them."?
I looked in my purse and found ID with my present picture which
proclaimed me to be "Felicity Dawn Archer."? In the wallet I found cash
and cards with my new name on them. In the suitcases, I had enough
clothes and necessities to sustain me on a month long trip.
I emerged from the tessaract to find that it was still the vernal
equinox. I looked a bit overdressed in the Greyhound bus station. In the
ticket line my feelings directed me further west so I purchased a ticket
to Dallas. After that I checked my suitcases and I changed into the
traveling outfit that I found in my carry on. Like the person in the
poem, I had 'promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.'
From that first destination, I made a 2 week trip across the United
States by bus. I met many people and explored many towns. None of them
spoke to me that they were home. After that first trip west, I found
that I generally went north-west. Ordinarily, I would have used the
experiance to make new friends along the way. However I kept mosly to
myself. While the outer me was completely new, the inner me was
undergoing the grieving process.
It had been steady losses which started when I as John Lawton, who
became one of the Observer's Chosen five to avert the cataclysm known as
the Reckoning. I had already gained a BFF in Tanisha, the Nurse who
discovered along with being a battered child, I was also Intersexed. She
saved me by secreting me away to a battered women's shelter. She worked
legal magic to give me a new identity as Christina 'Tina' Rogers. Good
fortune rewarded Tanisha with a lottery win and she and I moved into a
mansion known as "The Castle".
Each of the five found that along with their gaining their powers, they
were also lost their former lives and were transformed to be complete
women. I, John, became Tess (short for Tesseract) and Tanisha had
offered "The Castle" as Headquarters to the Chosen and I gathered the
Chosen there as I found them. The Chosen loved and relied upon Tanisha
just as I had learned to do.
My loss continued from Military's assault on the Chosen. and Tanisha
were consumed in a nuclear explosion. The Chosen contained the blast,
but could not prevent the destruction at the epicenter. I'd rescued and
protected the Chosen as they negated the effects of the blast.
Afterwards, I gathered the rest of the Chosen into a bunker I had
discovered underneath, and protected by, Stone Mountain.
In the end, I had lost too much and I could not bear to trust the
Observer that our powers combined would be enough to subdue the
Reckoning. I consumed the Reckoning in my Tesseract, leaving my universe
and fellow Chosen safe. The location of that Universe and all that I
held dear had been torn from me as almost all my being was consumed. It
took some time to work through all of the phases of grief. I was too
focused on myself to let anyone else in even as a friend.
The last ticket I purchased was to Seattle, Washington. I finally felt
at peace with what had occured and found myself more willing to let
others in. Unfortunately, the rest of the passengers who had been on the
bus with me were used to giving me my space. While I was caught up with
the turmoil in my life, having an empty seat beside me meant being able
to stretch out and be comfortable. However now, I yearned for someone
else to occupy the seat beside me for some human contact and somoene
with whom to have a chat. As I bid farewell to March the bus entered
rural Washington State. While the calling I felt had not yet settled on
a place, it promised that soon I would arrive.
Traveling by bus overnight was not the most comfortable way to sleep,
but I had done so several times along my journey. As I woke, I looked
out the window to see a large Craftsman Style Mansion with sign out
front declaring this to be the April Morning Hotel and Bed and
Breakfast, One April Morning. I was surprised at the feeling of ecstasy
that overwhelmed me and shouted. THIS IS HOME. I was transfixed by the
sight of it and that feeling of ecstasy was torn from my being as we
turned around a corner and out of sight of it. The only thing that
consoled me is that we were approaching a sign which contained the
familiar Greyhound Logo. The Driver announced that we were approaching
the bus station and we had a three hour layover here where we would
change busses to the one that would bring us the next part of the trip
into Seattle.
I was relieved when we since the further that we had traveled from April
Morning, the more distress that I had felt. It was as if when I woke on
the street in front of April Morning, that I had become somehow linked
with it as my home. Home is such an emotional association and now all of
that emotion was vested in April Morning. I was promised a home and this
one was presented to me for my approval. It was one April morning that a
place called to me and I discovered to my delight that it felt like
home. It was ironic that the address was in fact One April Morning as
well. Now it was up to me to decide if I would accept this gift of my
one ideal home or settle for something else not quite up to this high
standard.
As I left the bus with the other passengers, I went to the ticket window
and exchanged my ticket for one which would leave the next day. I had
them take my luggage off of the Bus and place it in the storage space I
rented. I wasn't yet totally committed to making this my final
destination but I had a day at least to consider if that was to be my
new home instead of just 3 hours. With the details taken care of, I got
directions to the town's small welcome center which had obviously had
been the town's railway station which had been repurposed.
I enjoyed stretching my legs as I walked to the Welcome Center which was
in sight and the signage adequate for a newcomer like myself to not get
lost along the way. As I walked, I mused whether this would be the end
of my journey. Could it be that my travels searching for where I
belonged was just a detour and that my real journey could only start
from home? First I had to find out if this would be home. I was not
disappointed when the kind elderly lady that I spoke to gave me a
brochure with a town map, The event calendar, Zvezda College in the next
town over (with its world renowned Math department) and for the April
Morning Bed and Breakfast. She marked where we were and drew a line on
the map directing me to April morning
There was a comfortable seating group focused on the former Railway
Station's fireplace. I smoothed my skirt underneath me as I took a seat
on the couch. I looked at the other brochures but the one which was for
April Morning drew me in with an feeling of electricity flowing from the
brochure to my fingers. The description of the mansion and its
surrounding grounds from the brochure I had picked up from the town's
Welcome Center seemed inviting:
"The street sign pointed only one way, the little lane met the larger
street but did not continue on the other side. A large Craftsman-style
home occupied one corner, converted years ago into a sort of rooming-
house-cum-residence-hotel-cum-bed-and-breakfast. A big squarish building
with gables and porches, the one-time mansion bore its demotion to
commercial property with the dignity of a bankrupt financier operating a
hot dog wagon.
A woodlot sat on the other corner, a clutter of neat stacks of firewood
and seemingly random piles of jumbled logs. The randomness, the owner
would say, resulted from the necessary moving and turning of the piles
of curing wood. A regular array would be less efficient at the task and
would have to be un-stacked and re-stacked to be sure the wood cured
evenly. Simply moving the pile from one place to another once a week
with an ancient forklift turned all the logs over and assured that each
got enough sun and air to turn into perfect firewood.
The lane did not continue past the end of the woodlot or the small row
of outbuildings behind the mansion. The house, being the only important
building facing the street, bore a singular number and the name of the
lane as its address. One April Morning."
I felt that it was interesting to me that the excerpt from the brochure
which elsewhere sang the praises of the landmark, in this one passage
conveyed the same feeling of specialness that had attracted me in the
first place. I also from the brochure found that Mrs. Dumfries was the
proprietor of the April Morning Hotel and Bed and Breakfast. It was also
pointed out that contrary to the Bed and Breakfast rooms which were
booked in the normal way, I would need to meet with Mrs. Dumfries
herself in person to stay in one of the more enhanced rooms. It was more
like the process one would expect from an apartment complex rather than
a hotel.
I called the number in the brochure and Mrs. Dumfries answered on the
first ring. She told me that she was free at the moment and could see me
about a room as soon as I could arrive. I got up from the couch and went
over and thanked the lady for her help.
I started to follow the route she had marked out towards One April
Morning. As I turned the curve which had so disappointed me before when
the Hotel had vanished from my sight, A feeling of anticipation began to
build as I focused my attention on my destination. As I drew closer to
April Morning, my feelings elevated towards the extreme ecstasy that I
felt as I had my surprise glimpse of April Morning as I woke this
morning.
It took quite a bit longer walking that it would have to simply
materialize in her office. I had not actively invoked my powers since my
wondering across country began. In my wanderings I had cherished walking
with the breeze catching my hair. April in rural Washington State was
much preferred by me than spending my Days enclosed in some meeting room
looking longingly at the cherry blossoms outside in Washington DC being
debriefed for the millionth time by some public servant.
The feeling of pure joy that I had felt on first waking and seeing this
doorstep was multiplied as I actually stood at the entrance. Mrs.
Dumfries met me at the door and directed me back to a private room. It
looked and felt more like a tea room than an office but that suited me
fine and I felt at ease in her presence.
"Felicity, Welcome to April Morning. I'm very happy to meet you." She
extended her hand in greeting which I took and shook and she motioned to
a chair for me to be seated as she sat next to me at the table.
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Dumfries. I am so glad that you were
able to see me at such short notice. Thank you for allowing me to skip
some of the preliminary steps to get to this point in my seeking to live
here."
"Why is that exactly that you wish to live here, dear?"
She paused for a moment and continued, "You admit to just arriving in
our town."
"It feels like home to me, Mrs. Dumfries and I never thought that I'd
ever feel that again when..."
".. When you lost your last home in a cataclysm?"
"Yes! Do you know me?"
"I don't know you, dear, but I know of you. You do not need to fear that
your secret will be revealed. You do not need to fear that this home
will be taken from you. April Morning has a way of defending itself and
caring for its own. You may cast out your fear and begin your new life
here."
I buried my face in her shoulder as I began to weep earnestly as I
remembered. As I finished she held a tissue for me to take to dry my
eyes. The fear that I didn't realize that I had held onto with my
wanderings had been lifted from me. Somehow I knew that April Morning
could deliver everything she promised.
"Thank you so much Mrs. Dumfries. The fear is gone at last, now that I
am home."
"Let me show you the rooms and we'll see which one speaks to you. Then
you can enjoy all the comforts that this being your home can provide.
The old has gone and the new has come."
I took that as a good omen that she spoke the same words that I had
recalled, when I first saw my new face. I followed her on the tour of
rooms that she conducted. Just as she said, one of the rooms spoke to
me. The window seat looked out on the garden and I sat there looking
out.
"Felicity, it looks like you found your room or rather the room found
you. Come by this afternoon and we'll take care of the details but this
room is yours now."
I smiled at Mrs. Dumfries as I realized a few things. I knew that my
journey would continue in some form for myself and for others. The
promise I made to myself that I would find a home was fulfilled. My
faith was strengthened that I would find the family that I had promised
myself as well. I would also fulfill my promise to live well and love
always.
"Thank you, Mrs. Dumfries. I truly have come home."
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