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A Hayu's Dream

  By Beth Hoyer

  Copyrighted Beth Hoyer 2012

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  Chapter One

  Annika woke herself from sleep groaning and moaning loudly in the hut shared with her mate Theo who was heard groaning loudly saying “Not those dreams again Annika.”

  Annika rolled over adjusting the blanket over her dress and gave Theo a golden eyed glare who sighed loudly an annoying Human sound despite their species being dubbed Hayu by the forest moon world’s ruler Edenia herself.

  She continued to glare at Theo who opened his eyes showing them golden like hers and he spoke “Simply write down those dreams like everyone else around here has been doing instead of keeping them to themselves anyway.”

  She thumped a fist onto Theo’s shoulder who looked at her rolling over to eye her as she spoke “Spill it Theo on how I’m supposed to get some writing materials and something to write with anyway? Its such a fuss to make them off nature around here plus Edenia told us to reserve that habit for the offspring to learn stories of other places instead of this moon world Edenia.”

  Annika glared at Theo who spoke in response “Simply narrate the story to the offspring instead. They’ve been begging Hayu around here to tell them a story instead of reading it by writing and seem to find that boring anyway judging by them nodding off mid way during a story read to them.”

  Annika gave up a disgusted sound in response as Theo looked up and then added looking at her “Its morning anyway so time to get up and start our day. Excuse me I have things to do so sleep if you want.”

  She glared at Theo who got up yanking off the blanket showing him clad in a long sleeve top and pants along with boots on his form colored of the earth. She continued to glare as he wordlessly ignored her and left the hut which she adjusted her form to lie on her back glaring at the ceiling having a round hole for eater lights held by stones in a circle on the dirt ground.

  She spoke out loud “Hmph narrate the story huh? Oh fine I’ll do that since writing materials is in short supply but first I got to get myself out of this hut and find someone willing to listen to me talk it to them.”

  Annika got up throwing the blanket back and walked out of the hut to find others doing their work in the camp which she spied Nikolas seated on a log looking bored to her along with having various numerous Hayu offspring gathered near him on the ground looking the same too.

  She sighed and went to Nikolas sitting down next to him and spoke “So what’s going on?”

  She eyed Nikolas who looked at her and spoke “Off springs bored with the same old stories I’ve been telling them mostly about my namesake Nikolas himself. I’m getting bored with the same old telling them over and over. It’s getting annoying anyway.”

  Annika sighed and recalled her dreams spoke “Well I have a new story to tell you and the off springs so listen carefully as dictated.”

  She saw that she got Nikolas’s attention along with the attention of the off springs who all stared at her attentively as she began the story.

  Diary Starts

  January 15, 2001 (I think)

  Dear Anne,

  "I hope I'll be fine?!"

  Humph. I'm in a hospital ward. I can barely write this but I must. I don't have a watch so I don't know what time it is. I think today is a holiday. I'm not sure with my mind is feeling fuzzy. I can remember on Saturday, I believe, after yogurt we went to a store that sells clothes. We were looking at a top on a rack when the next thing was chaos. People were running around screaming. They were running away in all directions. They were waving their arms in panic. I could see people's faces in panic with looks of terror on their faces. They were screaming and looking really scared. Then I saw someone with a gun I don't know what type of gun while covered up in a gray bed sheet. Both Sue and I panicked. We ran away from the gunperson. While running we ran into some racks and fell to the floor. Ouch, it hurt when we did that. I pulled down some clothes on top of us as the lights went out then went on. In the chaos of terror, I started to feel sick and we both started to cough. Then I felt intense pain that was awful. I felt like I was out of it. Then I saw the robed gunperson again waving the gun. I couldn't tell what gender the robed gunperson was. Then next I remember was the store was covered in smoke and was really foggy. It made me sleepy that I fell asleep. I felt Sue shaking me as if to wake me but I blacked out. Then I woke up in a tented area with people covered up in plastic. Their plastic outfits were like space suits. A doctor told me via erasable pad that Sue and I caught a flu-virus from the madman. I asked who the madman was because I was confused.

  The space suited doctor replied "The person in the bed sheet with a gun"

  I felt shocked but I asked about Sue who I noticed was lying on the bed next to mine. The doctor wrote to me that we both caught the virus and got sick. I'm lucky they left my purse, which has my journal in it. So I can write down what happens to me. (Coughing) hack, hack. Sue is on a bed next to mine asleep. Sigh. I hate this cough. My nose is stuffed and I can barely breathe. I'm mouth breathing. I feel like I have a cold. My throat feels like it has a tube in it. It’s like my head is fogged with a headache. I also feel like my ears are stuffed. I'm feeling awfully stuffed up. A nurse, dressed up in some plastic space suited material, I think came in the room. Seeing it was a woman I asked her about my parents. She told me via erasable pad that they can visit but must stay behind the see through tent walls. The nurse left. I know it's January fifteen because of a calendar on a desk next to the bed with the days crossed off. I can't wait to see my parents. I feel sorry that I caught this (coughing) hack, virus from the madman. Oh I feel crummy trying to suck in some oxygen. I think that's what the tube is for, gives my lungs oxygen. Aw. I can't believe it. I think I'll sleep now. I hope no matter what happens I'll still have this journal with me. One odd thing is that during the chaos I felt like I was out of my body and watched myself my human body change into a grey wolf. It was very weird. I might as well write how I came upon this journal to write in here which I aim to use memory to figure it out.

  Tired,

  Elizabeth

  January 6, 2001 Monday

  "To Lisha,

  Happy nineteenth birthday, I hope you have a wonderful Birthday. I hope you use this journal for your imaginations.

  Love Mom"

  I can't believe I finally have a journal. I've wanted this journal since I saw it in the museum store in New York City. Oh, Mom and I took a train trip to New York City on Saturday in December to visit one of their museums. I wanted this special journal because I like Ancient Egypt. I didn’t have enough money to buy this journal and this Egyptian pen of a pharaoh too. I brought the pen instead. I'm so excited to write in here. Lisha is a nickname from my name Elizabeth. This is a brand new journal about over six hundred pages long. I found this journal including a birthday card written by my mother Marina Zeskaya.

  The journal is in my favorite color blue with golden writing in Ancient Egyptian graphics that translates: “Ra is between you and harm in all the empty places where you must walk.”

  I also got a set of ten blue ink pens, which I got today from my mother as a birthday gift. This journal is small enough for my purse that I brought at a store in a mall with a lot of great stuff. The purse is a pink trailblazer back pack. It is smaller than a regular school backpack. One day mom and I went to a mall and I saw this pink backpack and brought it along with items for our train trip to New York City. I brought walking sneakers, thick black sweatpa
nts, and a blue coat. I like the color blue.

  I'm glad that I can write down my thoughts whenever I want to. I plan to write a lot but I tend to be a bit on the lazy side and might be skipping days whenever I write in here. Mom and I went to New York City to visit one of their museums. We took the train from New Haven to New York City. It was a great trip. At NYC mom and I went to a museum and explored it. I mostly enjoyed the Egyptian exhibit and the stores selling souvenirs. I went in a store and I saw this journal and wanted it but I also wanted to buy an Egyptian pen with a Pharaoh Head on it. Mom must have brought the journal when my back was turned because I saw her buying me something and she told me it was for my birthday at home in Hamden, Connecticut.

  Let me introduce myself my name is Elizabeth Alina Zeskaya and I am deaf. I do have some hearing in my left ear that I can hear when I put a radio up near my ear. I don't mind being deaf for I can talk, lip-read and I know sign language which a language talked with the hands. I'm an only child and the only one deaf in my family. I wear hearing aids because I'm deaf, which is a hearing loss. Mom claims that I’m named after Elizabeth who was a classmate of hers who died before I was born.

  I have blue eyes and blond hair but I don’t like my hair. I have