Odyssey Bourne Force

Together with her beloved Sidonio, they have brought sunlight to all, and are destined to reign for years and years. It is the day of her birthday, forty years old and still feeling like a woman of twenty; a great feast and party has been prepared. But then a sudden blackness falls …

In huge underground caverns human slaves are being worked to death mining for precious minerals and crystals.

All these slaves are controlled by the ever-watchful Masters.

She hears her name being called from afar, ‘Leah.' It all feels so unreal. She looks down at her body and at her surroundings. She hears screams of pain caused by torture and pure misery. She is just a slave girl bringing water to the overworked slaves and the slave masters. Now she is being called to do her Master's bidding. She, who was a great leader in another world, in another time, has fallen to a new leader and has become his personal slave. She was told she was lucky as all other females are kept for breeding purposes, and once they have outlived their usefulness, they will disappear.

She hates her situation, but remains silent, as to even just speak against her rulers would bring a punishment worse than death. And suicide is for ones that are weak. She must stay brave and quiet; the time to strike is not yet …

Then Leah collapses suddenly, a pain like she is being torn apart hits her. The visions begin; those probing deep red blood shot eyes stabbing into her brain.

A dizzying, swirling mist encompasses her mind and body; a feeling of helplessness, coupled with a feeling of freefall and having no control.

Then a sudden inexplicable feeling of euphoria and omnipotent God-like power surges through her, coursing through her veins. She feels like she is being thrown through a tunnel that has no end with those ….

   … piercing red eyes peering into her soul …

Present day …

Kate woke up with a start, sweat pouring off her; it was the same dream, night after night, yet a little bit more seemed subtly added on. Like a serial soap opera (or a horror film more like). Who the hell was this woman in her dreams, and all the faces that were in shadow?

Unbeknownst to Kate, these visions/messages that were filtering into her brain were going to change her future, with quests that no one could ever imagine.

Kate, at the prime age of forty, was a voluptuous, tall, dark-eyed beauty. She had patrician features framed by long, dark, silken hair that she almost always wore loose. She had a quick sense of humour she had developed over the years that sometimes gravitated to sarcasm. Divorced with a grown-up son living overseas, her company now was rock music, peach schnapps, cats, sci-fi movies and romantic novels, and she worked at home doing other people's business accounts. Almost totally unsociable she preferred to stay at home as she had had her share of dates, dates and more dates which only brought disappointment. Her one unsuccessful marriage left a bitter taste and no matter how she tried Mr Right was nowhere in sight and she now had basically given up looking. The only ‘social' thing she did was sing on Friday nights in a band at a nightclub. She had a following of fans, male and female, but she made a pact with herself to remain distanced, especially from the male ones, and not get too involved in any degree.

She really didn't know why she was the way she was.

Those dreams carried on for three months, until, in a moment of clarity, at least in her mind, she said, ‘I'm destined to be more than what I am now!' She said that to no one in particular. A shiver went up her spine as her mind opened to the implications of this simple mono-statement.

She was making coffee; it was 6am , ready to start another boring day at the PC. ‘This routine is driving me nuts,' she giggled.

But instead of beginning her client's accounts, she began writing about her dreams. ‘The name Leah is such a cute name.' Giggling again she began typing and when she looked at the clock, it was 1.30pm . Her stomach rumbled. Stretching and running her hands through her hair Kate made her way to the kitchen to conjure up some toasted sandwiches.

Then the ‘dream' came back, though this time she was very much awake and very aware her eyes were wide open. One minute she was looking through an open window, the next was like looking in a mirror with her face in shadow. Similar to her previous dream, but this time a deep gravelly voice spoke, ordering her to carry out a specific task she must complete, or humanity would not survive.

After the vision and the voice passed, Kate seriously considered either going to a shrink or giving up on those late night horror movies.

This was, what, far out!

But the task was even more bizarre, bizarre in its simplicity and scary in the sense that she could not make any sense out of it at all.

The voice had told her to go shopping!

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