by Sarah Fairbairn
Steph stood in a state of shock. She just couldn’t fathom it. The strikingly handsome man standing in front of her was telling her his name was Rylan and he was her great grandson from the future.
“We have to go into the past to save the whole family’s future” Rylan stated in an earnest tone.
Steph needed to sit down. Steph needed at double shot of tequila.
The more she looked at Rylan the more she thought he looked familiar and the more she saw a resemblance between him and her high school sweetheart Tom. She hadn’t seen Tom in over six years, but unmistakably he had Tom’s vibrant emerald almond shaped eyes and scruffy unruly chocolate brown hair.
As Rylan lead her outside to his time machine, which looked like an old beaten up 4WD Ute. Steph couldn’t help but think about the last time she had seen Tom. They had been fifteen at the time. An argument had broken out between them, they both wanted such different things for their futures or as Steph saw it, Tom was just doing what his father wanted. Neither of their families approved of their relationship. Tom was from a wealthy high society family. Tom’s father wanted him to focus on his studies and join the family’s law firm or follow in his mother’s footsteps and become a well noted surgeon. As far as Tom’s father was concerned Steph was a useless distraction.
As for Steph’s family, her parents disappeared without a trace when she was only four and she’d grown up raised by her Grandmother Martha and Aunt Tessa, both religious Wiccans. The three of them lived as eco-friendly life as possible, loving and respecting nature, but this approach made the neighbourhood think they were crazy hippies.
While all three of the ladies had traditional earthly powers, the reason the natural witches blood line had survived so long was because they didn’t go around reading people’s fortunes, making love potions, or messing with people’s lives. They simply worshiped and worked the land.
Steph was snapped out of her daydream when she saw inside the old Ute. Where the simple Dash should have been there was an array of flashing lights, buttons and gizmos she couldn’t understand. It looked like something out of a futurist fighter jet. She questioned Rylan as to what exactly he needed her help with and where they were going. Problem was she wasn’t really listening to his answers, she was thinking about Tom. So when there was a high pitch squeal and a flash of bright white light she had no idea what was going on.
As the light faded and she looked around, she was in the bush up the back of her old high school. But this bush didn’t exist anymore it had been turned into a shopping complex and a new housing estate two years ago. She got out of the time machine and looked around dazed. She could see two kids sprinting to get back inside the grounds. They looked like her and Tom. A shiver ran down her spine, she’d lost count how times had they’d snuck out of the grounds to muck around in the caves at the back of the school.
Steph looked around still trying to believe what her eyes saw. Rylan was standing at the entrance of one of the caves beckoning her in.
Steph shook her head. “What on earth are we doing here”.
Rylan rolled his eyes. “I told you, on this day you lost a bracket in the caves and we have to find it”
Steph was staring back down the hill. “But why do you need my help and what was so important about it”.
Rylan huffed. “You were that last person to actually see it; I don’t know what it looks like exactly”.
Steph glared at him.
“It wasn’t just some lucky charm bracelet as your grandmother thought; it did in fact have shielding abilities against the Vapers”.
Steph had no idea what he was talking about but she could see the strain in his eyes. She went into the cave to start to search for it. Her mind was bombarding her. How had he known I’d lost it on this day. How did he even know it ever existed. A frigging time machine that looks like an old Ute.” What on earth is a Vaper.
Before she could make up her mind about what she was going to do when she found the bracelet, Rylan was holding it in front of her with a smug look on his face exclaiming, “this is it, isn’t it?”
He held the amethyst and onyx bracket that Steph hadn’t seen for years in his hand. Steph was starting to worry that she may have made some sort of monumental mistake, but she got no impression of evil or wrongdoing from Rylan, his aura seemed pure.
Rylan hurried her back to the Ute and before she knew it she was standing on the curb of her apartment block watching Rylan drive down the street and then burst into a flash of light.
Steph was just about to turn to walk to her front door when she saw a sleek and low black car pull into the curb. She stood dumbfounded as Tom stepped out of the driver’s door.
“Tom” she breathed, then promptly fell in a heap on the front lawn.