I travelled through the ether to a place in a different realm. Surrounded by a pulsating orange light which swirled around me I was taken to a room. A room with a large table at the far end. This was where I started my journey.
On the table was a large, leather-bound book. I touched the book, it was smooth and cool. The pages were very old, and uneven, but not at all tatty. There was a symbol on the cover of the book, circles and triangles overlapping… and something that I couldn’t make out. A rose? A key? And there was a image of the cross section of a tree, the growth rings, which was beside the rosekey design.
The book opened on its own accord, and the pages flicked back and forth before me.
They stopped, and the book lay open in front of me.
I couldn’t make out all of the words, but I tried to read as much as I could. I could see a few hazy letters, and a number. 1643. A name appeared. Helena. And a place, sadly forgotten as soon as I saw it.
The letters and numbers weren’t actually on the page, but floating just above it. When I looked at them, they faded. I had to really focus to see what I was seeing, and in the next instant the book was closed.
I found myself walking along a corridor which had various objects placed on either side. I saw a wartime fighter plane, and the thoughts of World War One came to mind, although the plane itself seemed more recent. There was some kind of ‘tube’ – a musical instrument or some kind of staff – I’m not sure. And there was a harp. There were other objects, but these, like the words on the page were hazy and faded away when I looked at them.
When I reached the door at the end of this corridor, which too opened on its own accord, I could see the orange glow of the ether bubble waiting for me. I stepped inside, and returned to the present.
It would seem that I am not yet ready to be shown the answers I seek in my quest surrounding the year 1642, so I will have to continue my search by other methods. Although, I wonder, who is Helena?