Posted on Mon Jul 25th, 2022 @ 6:18pm by Lieutenant JG Alena Alessa
It had been a few days since the space station had been returned to its rightful timeline. Alena was beyond relieved. But she was also puzzled. She was near certain that she had been able to read some of the T'Kon letters when she and Commander Horn had visited the T'Kon vessel.
With a sigh, she grabbed one of her cherished books that she had inherited from Mrs. Anderson. Opening the cover, the first she saw what one of the letters she had seen when she had been at the T'Kon vessel. Security. Why had she been able to recognize the word back then? And why did she have a book with the same language.
Alena rubbed her temples. This was a headache. She had a feeling that what she knew about herself wasn't the entire truth. She wished Mrs. Anderson was still alive. The woman had a way of explaining things. To make Alena see the situation from more than just her own point of view. The bigger picture.
With a sigh, she turned the pages until she reached a section she had wanted to read for some time. While Alena had always thought the section was part of a legend or a fairytale, Ma and Mrs. Anderson had insisted that it was facts, and not fiction.
She wondered why they had been so adamant that it was fact. For some reason, it both piqued her curiosity, and gave her the chills. Because that section was almost a diary, belonging to someone Alena didn't know. It seemed like it belonged to a man, but the way it was written. While most text was easily readable, this section was written intricately, and it took some time to get the hang of reading the writing. She had studied that particular writing font as a child. Turning a few pages, she saw that there was a small pendant on a thin silver chain. It had a name engraved on it. her name.
Alena leaned back against the back of her chair. What was going on? How did the pendant get there. She knew it hadn't been there when she was a child. But why was it there now? It had more written on the back of the pendant. Our Little Star.
Her head spun with all the information she had just acquired. The text on the back said "our", not "my". Alena had a feeling that her father might not have been missing, like she had thought. Mrs. Anderson had definitely had her secrets. Probably more than Alena could even come close to unveil.
With a sigh she closed the book, put it on her nightstand, and settled on her bed to rest and try to work on her empathy and telepathy, and how to reach out and then shield them.