Magnum Opus

GIRL IN TWO WORLDS

The Skipbladnir, Chapter 11

Girl in Two Worlds by Pamela Wayne

 

Nyx escorted me back to my cabin. Under the ghostly glow of three Millennium moons, we crossed the deck of the Skipbladnir.

I looked up into a river of shooting stars and asked Nyx to point out the Sun.

She told me that the Earth’s daystar was too far away to see with the naked eye.

Her words stunned me with the realization that I now stood on the other side of the universe—200 million light years from home.

When we reached my cabin door, she reminded me that I was but a thought away from Earth as it pertained to time travel. I tried to comprehend the speed of thought, that everything happens at once, in an instant. Now.

The sage bid me, “Good daynight,” and closed my door.

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I paraded past the full-length mirror to take one last look at my medieval outfit. It again reminded me of the costumes that Hunter and I wore to the renaissance faires.

Full of restless energy, I sashayed back and forth in front of the mirror, admiring the new me. Happy with my decision to visit Millennium, I smiled at my reflection. I convinced myself that Momma would see me in a few short days.

Okay. Weeks. Maybe months.

She’d understand why I left her, especially when she sees Hunter awaken. I knew, deep inside, that Jeremy would patiently wait for my return. I hoped he didn’t freak out when he saw me lying in a coma.

Stopped worrying about home and everyone else and thought of myself.

I felt empowered.

Ever since I was a young girl, I dreamed of exploring far-away lands.

Now I lived on a far-away planet.

A leather-bound book sat on a marble podium.

The Magnum Opus had caught my eye.

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I knew how pleased Daddy would be with me if I looked at the Millennium Book of Wisdom before I left the Skipbladnir.

Thicker than any of the dictionaries in my father’s library, cloth ribbons of various colors divided the worn parchment pages of the magnificent Magnum Opus.

Opening the gold-leafed leather cover, I read the table of contents:

THE GREAT WAY

OCTILOGY: EIGHT GREAT TREASURES

TRIAMULETS & THE TRIANGULUM STONE

UTOPIANS: HEROES OF HIGH SELF-ESTEEM

EXTRACTORS: VILLAINS OF LOW SELF-ESTEEM

DARK PLAGUE: CURSE OF THE UNIVERSE

EMOTIONAL VIRUSES: COMPENDIUM OF DISEASES

BESTIARY: COMPENDIUM OF CREATURES & ORGANISMS

GODS & GODDESSES: COMPENDIUM OF DEITIES

LEAGUE OF KINGDOMS: SELF-GOVERNMENT

HISTORY: CHRONOLOGY OF MILLENNIUM ERAS

GENEALOGY: HERITAGE OF MILLENNIAN RACES

PICATRIX: COMPENDIUM OF COSMOLOGY & ASTROLOGY

PLANET MILLENNIUM MAPS: PHYSICAL AND POLITICAL

SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM

 

Curious, I turned to the section marked:

 

EXTRACTORS

 

“Here they are,” I said. “The dysfunctional creatures that Professor Johan talked about.”

Turning the parchment pages, I stared at the illustrations of the Villains of Low Self-Esteem.

The creatures looked really bizarre and had even weirder names: Captain Kraken, Vulcan, Hocus, Jinx, Lizardo, Rodanna and Madam Tarantula.

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When I got to the last page of the Extractor section, the description of Ex, the Master Extractor, lacked a drawing.

No picture.

The caption read, “Invisible Villain”.

I looked around the room, thinking how creepy it would be if an invisible creature hid under the bed.

Wait. He doesn’t have to hide, he’s invisible.

I’ll have to ask Nyx about the Extractors later, I thought.

Closing the book, I turned off the oil lamps mounted on the teak-wood walls and latched the two porthole windows.

Light from the three Millennium moons poured into the cabin, giving the room a bluish glow.

Returning to my canopied bed, I undressed and slipped into a black silk nightgown that Alfrigga had laid on the bedspread.

On the night stand table, a plum-colored candle provided a warm light.

I sat on the edge of the feather bed and picked up a pearl-handled brush and a looking glass that laid on the tabletop. Gazing into the mirror, I ran the brush through my black hair as it fell onto my shoulders. My blue eyes sparkled against my smooth porcelain skin.

Pleased with the way I looked, I couldn’t help but smile in the looking glass.

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I opened the top drawer to the night stand and picked up a parchment page that displayed an ink pen illustration of a man’s face. My eyes were drawn to a signature that read: HW.

“It’s Hunter’s initials,” I mumbled, grinning from ear to ear.

Studying the ink pen drawing of the man with spectacles and a long beard, I knew it had to be Morph’s portrait.

My brother can’t stop drawing, even when he’s on another planet, I thought.

Feeling closer to my brother than I had in a long time, I placed the parchment page on the night stand.

Blowing out the candle, I crawled under the purple satin sheets.

With my head nestled into the fluffy feather pillow, I stared out the porthole above my bed. A blue Millennium moon, surrounded by a sea of Andromeda stars, seemed to stare back at me.

Feeling alive, empowered; a barrage of thoughts entered my mind:

Even if the sky is weird, I like Planet Millennium. Where will my quest take me? What bizarre characters will I meet along the way? Where do the Extractors live? I know they are dangerous.

I’m sure Momma is crying her eyes out right now. I hope my brothers and sisters behave while I’m gone. Who am I kidding? They’ll be holy terrors without me there.

I love that girls have special powers and boys don’t.

I think I understand molecular cloning and astral body travel, but I’m confused about Dreamtime. I can’t imagine being trapped in a comatose body.

The mighty Skipbladnir surged forward.

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The muffled sound of the rowing cadence became hypnotic.

The portholes above my bed displayed billions of twinkling stars.

Like a trance or magic spell, I turned my head and fixated on the Millennium map illuminated in the moonlight. The mysterious map, with its eight kingdoms and eight treasures, beckoned to me. I stared at the parchment map, thinking about my journey to find Hunter.

Will I really see Hunter tomorrow? I wonder what Morph is like? Daddy really liked the sage. Hope to see some of the fairy tale places like Wonderland. I pray my Triamulet will get me back home. What if Hunter doesn’t have his Triamulet?

Finally, after hours of thinking, my eyes gently closed.

The distinct shapes of the map’s Eight Great Kingdoms had been burned into the back of my eyelids.

I don’t remember falling asleep.

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