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Tales of Yukio
and guest editor,
February 2, 2014
Book Three: Past
Prologue, Taylor: A Visit to a Nomad
"Hello?" I asked.
I walked into a small, square room. A tiny girl sat in a tall stool at a desk. Her back was to me and she was hunched over, concentrating, I assumed. I saw her hand moving and the sounds of a pencil scratching against wood was the only sound in the room. Her hair was a mess of brown-colored curls that fell to the center of her back. Her clothes identified her as an Air Nomad. She giggled suddenly, scaring me.
She straightened her back and glanced over her shoulder. "Oh! Hi there!" she said in the high pitch voice expected from a young girl. She hoped down from the stool.
"You must be Yukio! You're a little late," she chided, as if I weren't older than her.
When the girl adjusted herself completely to face me, I recognized her wide dark gray eyes.
"Hi, Lyn-Chen!" I exclaimed. I crouched down and spread my arms out. She ran right into them and I hugged her tightly. "How are you?" I asked. She just smiled at me. "How did I get here?" I asked her. "I don't remember."
"You came to me," she retorted. Her voice was tiny and squeaky. It took all my attention to understand the little nomad.
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"When you're in need of assistance, I can come to your rescue. That's a good thing about the Avatar State," Lyn-Chen answered simply.
Lyn-Chen couldn't have been older than five, but she was speaking in articulate sentences. She seemed more mature than a five-year-old, though. She reminded me of my mother.
The event still didn't make sense to me. Why would my past life be here in the Physical World? Lyn-Chen hadn't been alive for almost eighteen years. Why was she back now? What did I need rescuing from? And why was I in the Avatar State?
"I know, Yukio, this is all a little confusing. But I'm here to warn you about your grandfather, Keskae Sr." Lyn-Chen said.
"What's going to happen to him?" I asked, suddenly worried.
"It's not about what will happen to him. It's about what will happen to you. He's the leader of the Independent Nation. He wants to kill you." I gasped, then shook my head, "No. Not my grandfather. He wouldn't ever be involved in something like that," I denied.
But then again, why would my past life lie to me? Lyn-Chen was a much respected Avatar. She was the world's little darling. She was so talented and she could do no wrong. She was a completely different person than me. It made me jealous. Maybe even a little resentful.
"I knew you wouldn't believe me," Lyn-Chen said, looking at her tiny feet.
"Why would I? He loves me," I said. She had to be lying, even though I wasn't quite sure.
"Yukio, I'm going to help you. I'm going to start sending you my visions."
"What does that have to do with my grandfather?"
"I could see the future when I was alive. I've been seeing visions of your life since I was a toddler. I know everything that will happen to you. I'm going to start sending you those visions. They are my mistakes. I'm going to attempt to keep you from making my same mistakes."
"Yeah, right," I said. "You're just a little girl."
Lyn-Chen rolled her eyes. "Yes. I figured you'd say something like that."
Suddenly, wind spun around Lyn-Chen, like an angry tornado. It shielded her completely from my view. I had to step back and cover my eyes so that nothing got in them. The papers on her desk, her sheets and blankets, books, a lamp, and everything else in the room was sucked into it.
Lyn-Chen emerged as a woman. All the stuff that had followed the tornado fell to the ground around her. She was still very short, but her Airbender tattoos were now visible. Her hair was longer and darker. Instead of the young Air Nomad outfit before, she now wore the outfit of a nun. "I know I appear young, but this is what I look like on the inside," Lyn-Chen explained, placing her hand to her chest. "Turn around and look at yourself, Yukio." Lyn-Chen pointed in the direction of the door, but when I turned to look, the door had been replaced with a floor-to-ceiling length mirror. I was shocked when I saw myself in the mirror.
I looked as if I were about three years old. My eyes were exactly the same and I recognized my signature snaggletooth that I sported until I was eleven. I touched the mirror with my fingertips. The little boy mirrored me warily. "I can barely remember anything about those years," I whispered. When I dropped my hand, the mirror started to show me aging.
I watched my reflection morph into myself at various stages of my life. My hair changed from short to long; my smile stayed mostly the same, but showed my teeth straightening from when I had braces in my awkward early teens.
"Why are you doing this, Lyn-Chen? Why are you showing me this?" I asked. But when
I turned around, Lyn-Chen wasn't there.
I turned back to the mirror, only to find my real reflection.
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