Thursday Fiction 387: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

 

“My friend took me to the universe of Oris to remove it but, he was lost in explanation and we didn't have time before my mother figured out that something was going on, even though she can't go to Oris.”

“Do you know how they were going to remove it?”

“I'm sure, with magic, Oris is a magic universe too.”

“Do you mean you are from a universe with no magic?”

“Yes, at least magic is not very popular,” Isabelle said.

“Then I know exactly how to remove the tracker,” Nanurah-Isabelle said.

“How?”

“We need to check your body through your mind, you need to take me with you to your reality.”

“Is that even possible?”

“Yes, but, it's really hard and I'm not so good, you know I'm almost too old to start hearing you and...”

“Let's try!” Isabelle said then she realized the hesitation of Nanurah. “Well if you want, I'm in the bathroom and not very presentable.”

 

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Thursday Fiction 386: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

“My mother can't come here, so I guess you're fine. And my mother only heard her voice once. She named her Marcia and it was deemed genuine but the magic never came out properly.”

“My mother's name is Teadrika,” Isabelle said.

“Well, I wish I didn't know that. If I give her her real name she'll be even more powerful and that won't be a good thing, at least not for me, gratitude is not her thing, she believes every one owes her something. On the other hand, now that I know it, if I don't tell her, I feel bad just thinking about it, all the thing she is missing.”

“If she isn't nice with you now, I don't think a more powerful version will be nicer.”

“My mother is power hungry,” the girls said at the same time and they started laughing.

“Well then maybe you're mother will not want to help mine find me,” Isabelle said.

“Do you have a plan to get the tracker out though?”

 

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Thursday Fiction 385: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

“She is mad because my brother got a voice on the first day and I still don't have mine. She loves him more than me, but not just because of the voice though, just because that's the way it is. When you said wrong, I thought you meant that I was wrong, that you believed like she does and were disappointed in me.”

“Oh, no, oh, no, definitely not, you're perfect, ok. She is wrong, you are awesome, I couldn't have dream better,” Isabelle said.

“Really?”

“Really!” Isabelle said and she realized that she meant it but at the same time, she had never been that nice to herself either. She had always in a side of her heart believed her mother.

“So you want to get rid of the tracker so that she doesn't follow you around?”

“Yes, otherwise she'll get into your mother soon and ruin everything for us.”

 

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Thursday Fiction 384: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

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“For a moment I thought I was wrong,” Nanurah-Isabelle said. “When you arrived I felt fear and distress that wasn't really my own and then, wrong was the first word I heard and then I wanted to laugh.”

“This world, all of it, the colors in it look wrong to me, for example the grass, in my world it's green and the sky is blue and the flowers are colorful but not like here, it's like all the color here are enhances and fluorescent and wrong. I'm sorry, I guess I'm somehow prejudiced.”

“And what is the tracker,” Nanurah-Isabelle asked, playing with a strand of grass as if she was looking at it for the first time.

“My mother, she has something on me so that she is able to follow me in every world I visit.” Isabelle said.

 

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Thursday Fiction 383: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

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That was something. She had never thought about, that because she was unique she could change something. She had never felt very unique with all the other selves she had visited, looking exactly like her. She wasn't really sure how it worked but she had an idea forming in her head. She remembered her plan, to get information about the tracker, and to get information about the imposter.

“You are unique because you come from the place where the very first universe carrying us was created. And I am unique because I am from this place and someone else created it. Some say we are just copies of our voice and that the voice is the only real version of us but I disagree because if it were true, there would have been only one person in the universe at each time and that would be sad.”

“I agree, I think you are very unique, I never met someone like you before,” Isabelle said.

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Thursday Fiction 382: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

“Maybe, if you told me more about the world here,” Isabelle asked.

“Of course, you might have seen so many other world, I can't even hope that you'll enjoy this one more,” Nanurah-Isabelle said. “I need to stay here for a while though, because I'm not... well.. I'm almost too old to start hearing the voice.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well everyone call on their voice when they turn twelve. Most people get their voice really soon, other people never get it, and some people like me, get it really late. I'm glad you're here, I was starting to despair. It's not that it's really bad if we don't have a voice but it means that we can't go on learning. There are things only the voice can help us with, like getting our name. I needed my true name to tune with the magic. Now that you gave it to me, my life is going to change for the better. I'm unique now, not like a Nanurah anymore.”

“Unique,” Isabelle repeated, “changing your life for the better.” 

 

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Thursday Fiction 381: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

“Do you mind me being here?”

“What does that mean?” the girl asked.

Isabelle felt a wave of surprise in their chest.

“I mean, how do you feel about sharing your body with me,” Isabelle asked.

“I never thought about it this way,” the girl said. “I think it's marvelous, to finally have all the little parts of me, inside. Sometimes, the other comes back without being called and they tell lots of stories about other worlds. Me, I had nothing, until now. Please tell me you will come back again.”

“You really like me being here?”

“Don't you?”

Isabelle considered the question. Nanurah, wasn't as invasive as Clara, she was like a friend sitting next to you at the cafe, she made conversation and she wasn't getting inside all her thoughts and secret. Maybe that was the safe haven Romulus had talked about except that for her it wasn't in Oris. 

 

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Thursday Fiction 380: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

“Of course, it's day time now,” the girl said with a giggle. “Every day since, I came here and called for you. They call me Nanurah, it means the one who doesn't have a name, because my name is yours and I never met you before. I tried to give them a name before, but nobody believed me. You see a true name is important, it can carry you through life. So please will you give me a name?”

“My... my name is Isabelle,” Isabelle said not too sure what the girl actually meant.

“Isabelle, then that's my name too,” the girl said. “What does it mean?”

“I'm not sure, it's something about God but only in it's older form. People sometime call me Isa or Bella. Belle means beautiful and Isa is a version for Ice or Iron.”

“So you are beautiful and strong,” the other Isabelle said.

“I'm.. not.. I'm not sure if....”

“I'll try to be beautiful and strong too, people generally laugh at me because one of my ear is a bit pointy at the top,” she passed a hand on both her ears at the same time. “You feel the difference?”

“Yes,” Isabelle said. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” 

 

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Thursday Fiction 379: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

Her nails were painted bright red. This person she was in was the complete opposite of her, she radiated with happiness. Isabelle understood that the laugh wasn't only her own but it belonged to her other self too. The girl stood up and Isabelle let her, withdrawing herself to watch through her eyes and her other self started to spin with her arm wide spread away from her body. She spun and spun until she became so dizzy that she felt on the ground again, she never stopped laughing.

That's when Isabelle heard the little voice in her mind.

“I have been waiting for you for a long time you know,” the voice said.

Isabelle was startled, she shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be doing it to someone else.

“Wait, I am not someone else, I am you,” the other one said. “Will you give me a name? I'm too old now, if you don't give me a name, I can't go back down to my people, please.”

Isabelle stopped and the reality of Hamelin went back too far in the background.

“What do you mean?”

“I called you here, and it's the first time you came,” her other self said. “When we turned 12, it was time to start calling our other self to us, the one coming from the stars high above.”

The girl looked up but there were no stars to be seen.

 

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Thursday Fiction 378: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

Her mind was a mess. It had always been a mess forbidding her to sleep at night but, it was worse than that now, she had no control over her thoughts, no idea how to get out of her life. She didn't want to be herself anymore. She wanted to be someone else. She sat up just long enough to lock the door to the bathroom and closed her eyes. She didn't call for a particular universe this time, she called for one where she wouldn't be so useless, where she wouldn't be so scared of everything and everyone, she called for a universe where she would be strong. She didn't look at the bubbles in front of her. She kept on calling for something to happen, anything to make her feel better. 

 

She opened her eyes again when she felt the grass caressing her cheek. The grass was blue and the sky was orange and something was clearly not right in this universe. Every color was wrong. And Isabelle began to laugh. It was the best thing she had ever seen in her life. Everything was wrong, everything felt so out of place that she felt as if she belonged for the first time. She sat up and looked around. She was alone with the wind and the flowers and the grass, at the top of a hill. Her skin was light purple and she was wearing a light white dress.

 

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Thursday Fiction 377: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

She went to the bathroom and vomited her half digested diner and a bit of bile. She felt dirty. Clara hadn't been in her body but she has felt her everywhere in her mind and she had done it to others. She had been going to other universes as if it was nothing because she had never felt anyone before. She had taken information, looked at the worlds through others eyes, she hadn't manipulated as many of them as her mother even when she had so often been encouraged to do so but she still felt like a monster. What sort of right had these people if anyone could enter their head? Even Romulus, he was entering the head of his other self in this universe. She liked his mind and his other self's body. This was all so wrong.

She passed some water on her face and curled up in a ball on the ground, not strong enough to walk back to bed. She was totally lost, thoughts racing about things she didn't want to think about, new things, things from long ago, that didn't even matter anymore.

 

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Thursday Fiction 376: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

She felt terrible, if her mother didn't believe her, she was going to be in even bigger trouble.

“There has been interference,” her mother said, then she walked to the door.

“What kind of interference?”

“It's none of your concern.”

“But...”

She gave Isabelle a stern look. It wasn't allowed, it was forbidden to explain herself and it was forbidden to ever show her mother that she believed her to be wrong.

Her mother closed the door and walked away. Isabelle listened to her steps going away in the corridor, wondering why she was still wearing her high heels and fully dressed at this hour.

A part of her wanted to go back to Oris but a part of her wanted to never go there again. She always felt bad entering someone else's body but sharing with Clara was even worse. It was as if Clara was inside her, Isabelle felt nauseous just thinking about it. Maybe the alliance was right and maybe there were really universes where she shouldn't be going. 

 

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Thursday Fiction 375: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

Isabelle's mother was shaking her by the shoulder.

“What!” Isabelle said.

“Where were you?”

“I was sleeping what's going on?”

“You weren't sleeping, don't lie to me.”

“I was,” Isabelle pretended a yawn and pulled the blanket her mother had disturbed higher on her shoulder. “I was sleeping and I was dreaming, it was weird, like I was flying about the ground but the ground was the same brownish color everywhere and there was a skyshake, like and earthquake but in the sky and I woke up.”

“Really?” Her mother said crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Yes, what happened?” Isabelle said still with an overly sleepy voice.

 

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Thursday Fiction 374: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

 

“And there is nothing I can do about it,” Isabelle said.

“There is everything you can do about it,” Romulus said.

“If they want me to be out of the game, my mother only has to declare me inept and keep the surveillance on me and there is nothing I can do to prove myself. She never wanted me, I was never good enough for her, she will never listen and...”

Isabelle stopped pale and shut her eyes.

“She's here,” she muttered. “I have to go.”

“Wait, Isabelle we need to...”

“She is gone,” Clara answered.

 

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Thursday Fiction 373: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

 

“The alliance is not what it seems to be. It doesn't need to exist. It's just made of people pretending they need each other when they don't, what ever happens in your universe is your problem because that's where your body is. We can't take anything else than idea from other universe, at least at the moment,” Romulus said.

That wasn't the answered Isabelle had expected because she knew it was far from the truth and then Romulus was lying. She looked at him and at her mother, well Clara's mother.

“You know that if any of the alliance member wants to make a lot of trouble in a universe that is not theirs they can. You know that...”

“Isabelle,” Romulus put his hands on her shoulders. “That's what I wanted to talk to you about. The meeting we had today, They want your brother to become the heir of Hamelin, they want him to marry the heir of Anarin in your universe to control her. Mike and your mother want to make a dynasty from multiple universe. Once they know how the heir of Anarin changed universe, they are going to create an army of their own.” 

 

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Thursday Fiction 372: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

“A different set of rules, from four hundred years ago,” Isabelle said.

“Yes, a set of rules that allows people to move object without touching them just buy manipulating the aether between them and the object. A set of rules allowing time and space to bend to people's will. In other world, Magic!”

“But what does this have to do with me? Why did you want to meet here?”

“When I was visiting other universes without the knowledge of the alliance, Oris has always been a safe heaven for me. People here are different. They know about people like us and they don't interact with us and let us control them unless they want to.”

“But why did you start visiting forbidden universe? Why...” Isabelle stopped herself in the middle of the question. She had too many questions to ask but she knew why he was here in the first place, because her too wanted to get to other universes, her too wanted to know what was out there. 

 

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Thursday Fiction 371: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

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“They mathematically needed the Aether to understand the electromagnetic field, but it wasn't even proved that the electromagnetic field was the same as the luminiferous aether. Then, in 1905 Einstein formulated the special theory of relativity and generated the same mathematics without needing the aether. In our world, we followed Einstein, there is no aether. The experiment to find it was abandoned. The aether disappeared like any ideas dies from a more elegant solution. But in Oris, the aether never died and never disappeared. Michelson and Morley saw something, a small variation in the frame of space-time, something unusual, something that could explain everything. In this universe. The aether was never abandoned and all the rules of physics are born from there, Einstein never created the theory of relativity, in this world, people use the aether as a link between everything from the cells in your body to the further stars you can see, every atom is linked to the aether.”

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Thursday Fiction 370: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

“If, just if, magic exist, how does it work and why is it only in this universe?” Isabelle asked. She'll have to deal with Frederique and Anarin later but for the moment it was better to concentrate on the topic at hand and get out of here as fast as possible before her mother realized where she was.

“Once upon a time...” Romulus said smiling.

Isabelle rose an eyebrow.

“Alright, alright,” Romulus sighed and let his arms felt to his side. “In 1718, in his third book of Optics, Isaac Newton suggested the existence of an aether. The aether is a substance unpalatable but filling the entire universe, it was supposed to be a necessary medium for the transmission of the electromagnetic force and an explanation for the gravity. Everything moved in the aether. In the 19^th century, the luminiferous aether was thought to propagate the light but Michelson-Morley's experiment failed to detect the motion of Earth through the aether. People tried to understand why but it was too complex, in a way if they couldn't see it, it wasn't there. There was a controversy.”

 

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Thursday Fiction 369: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

 

Isabelle didn't really know, because it would be a shame, didn't mean that it wasn't true. But at the same time she always wanted to see what was out there even if just a little bit. And it was true that there were already universes that seemed to have been stuck a bit in the past or universes a bit more advance, like Anarin.

“A lot more advance that one I heard,” Clara said, “With flying machines that go to other stars.”

“What?!” Isabelle answered in her head.

“You've never been there? I thought you knew about it as they have their heir stuck in your universe,” Clara said.

Isabelle tried to stop thinking about Frederique but it was a bit hard now. She tried to concentrate on what Romulus was saying.

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Thursday Fiction 368: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

He closed his fist again and the ball moved on the surface of the pond, never really touching the water. He turned to Isabelle and all the water went down with a flash, droplet landing on her clothes and cheek. Romulus smiled but he looked a bit tired.

“This takes a lot of concentration for him still but he is getting better. Magic is always tiring anyway. So much flow of power,” Clara said.

“But Magic doesn't exist,” Isabelle said out loud.

Clara laughed gently in her head.

“Everything exist, if you can just think about it, you create it,” she said.

But Isabelle didn't understand.

“I know that you have been living in a very restricted portion of the multiverse, including only universes pretty much like your own but there is a infinite number of worlds out there, they can't all be so much the same, that would be a shame, wouldn't it?” Romulus said.

 

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