Taboo Descendants and the Multi-Dimensional War

I sit and ponder my life in silence. I have just been told that our world is not what it seems. It is merely a mirage packaged neatly within lie told to keep us in the dark. Evil thrives in the desolate shadows of deceit.

I feel a desperate need to crawl onto the floor, lie on my side, wrap my arms around my knees, and assume the fetal position. How peaceful it would be to regress back to the innocence of infancy. A deafening silence engulfs me as I sit in the prenatal darkness of my new room.

Here, I am visited only by my own contemplations. What’s your next move, Doctor Jerito?

My thoughts become action and a cool, blue light illuminates the desk in front of me. I open the laptop centered in the icy, blue circle emanating from the steel lamp shade above. This is technology I can get used to having.

My email inbox fills the screen.

I ignore all the unread messages, both spam and those with pleading subject lines.

“Friend,

I need your undivided attention and unconditional trust. These may be the last words that I communicate to you.

By now, you are also aware of my losses, but please, Chica, do not believe the lies that are being spread through the mainstream media! You know I would never do anything to hurt the ones that I love and the true issue is greater than that. In short, the world that we know and have come to love is at an end. I know this sounds unbelievable, cliché even, but it’s the truth.

Earth has been invaded—again.

The initial invasion occurred in ancient times. The invaders have lived among us, most of them harmoniously, for thousands of years. Uncovering these ancient secrets is now paramount to our survival as a species.

I know what you’re thinking, but there is no need to worry about me. I’m not insane and I’m not in this alone—not by a long shot. I have allied with some powerful individuals and we plan to win this war.

I’ve said too much now. Just know that I love you.

Con amor,

Kaya Lena Jerito

P.S. As my mother would always say, ‘Beware of the betrayal of beauty’. In other words, I wouldn’t trust a shiny package without knowing what’s inside.”

I click “Send” and it is done.

Have I just endangered my best friend or saved her life? I cannot know for sure, but I am convinced that she will heed my warning. She is my sister by choice, but I love her like my own flesh and blood.

I will save her. She will not end up like the others.