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The forest stretched out before them, a lush tapestry of vibrant greens and earthy browns. Towering trees, their ancient branches interwoven like the threads of history, formed a dense canopy that filtered the sunlight into delicate, speckled patterns on the forest floor. Ferns and moss carpeted the ground, offering a soft cushion beneath their feet while the air was rich with the scent of pine and damp earth. Birdsong echoed through the foliage, a symphony of nature that whispered secrets to those who listened. Amidst this tranquil beauty, a narrow, winding path lay hidden, beckoning them to discover its mysteries.
They had left the serenity of the cabin behind, trading its quiet stillness for the warm embrace of the forest. The morning air was soft with a gentle summer breeze, and the sounds of birds serenaded them as cicadas hummed in the background. Vibrant butterflies fluttered through the blooming greenery, and colorful wildflowers pressed through the fallen underbrush to dance in the weeded symphony, their petals swaying in the breeze.
Noni, still haunted by visions she couldn’t make sense of, took the lead with an energy that surprised them all. She moved with a quiet joy, drinking in the beauty of the world around her. Now and then, she paused to gather wildflowers, her smile light and unburdened. With a playful glint in her eyes, she tucked a bloom behind each of their ears, then spun around them in a carefree dance, laughing as if the weight of her dreams had been lifted by the morning sun. It was as though the shadows of the night had vanished with the dawn.
Pete smirked, eyeing the flower she stuck behind his ear. “Great, now I look like I’m auditioning for The Sound of Music: Jungle Edition.” He submersed a small chuckle looking at Alan. “and so do you. I have dibs on Marta von Trapp.”
Alan said nothing, his gaze fixed on the girl as she twirled through the wildflowers, utterly captivated by the unfiltered joy she radiated. There was something about the way she danced and laughed, free of burden, that stirred something deep inside him… Nope… he wasn’t going there. Instead, he turned away and concentrated on the path ahead.
~*~*~*~*~
As their journey carried them deeper into the wilderness, the forest gradually transformed. The greenery grew richer, more vibrant, the air thick with the scent of blooming life. With each step, the foliage pressed in, giant taro leaves arched overhead, towering trees swallowed the sky, and shafts of sunlight struggled to break through the dense canopy. The forest was gone; they had crossed into something wilder, more primal, a jungle.
The shift in landscape was mirrored by a change in Noni. Gone was her laughter, the lightness in her step. Her carefree joy melted away, replaced by a quiet intensity. She moved with purpose now, eyes locked forward, as if pulled by something only she could sense. Alan kept close behind, puzzled by the sudden transformation. Noni couldn’t speak, but her silence now felt different. He could read it in the tension of her shoulders, the deliberate rhythm of her movements. She wasn’t wandering anymore. She was searching.
The deeper they went, the more alive the world became. The cry of birds echoed from the treetops, mingling with the rustle of unseen creatures. And beneath it all, the growing murmur of running water called to them.
Pushing through the tangled undergrowth, branches snagging at their clothes, they followed Noni’s lead, an unspoken transfer from Alan’s role as commander taking point as they traveled to the slight girl who always followed in deference. Her pace quickened, her stride lengthening with every step as if something ahead was pulling her faster and faster.
“Noni!” Alan called out, struggling to keep up. “Wait!”
She didn’t slow.
Pete stumbled over a root, catching himself on a low branch. “Noni, hold up! What’s going on?”
Even Galen, usually quiet in moments like these, raised his voice. “You’re going too fast! Stop!”
But Noni didn’t react. She moved as if in a trance, her eyes locked ahead, completely unaware, or unwilling to acknowledge their calls. It was as though the forest had swallowed her hearing, or perhaps she’d slipped into a world only she could feel.
Alan rushed forward, his strides matching hers as the other two followed, his outstretched arm unable to reach her to force her wait.
At last, they broke through to a clearing, and there it was. An oasis hidden in the heart of the jungle: a crystalline pond, its surface rippling gently, fed by a roaring waterfall that cascaded from above.
Noni walked to the edge of the pond, her eyes captivated by the mesmerizing beauty of the cascading water. As she took in their surroundings, a faraway look of recognition dawned on her face. She’d seen this place, in her dreams, yet something else tugged at her.
Galen, troubled by the sudden shift in her demeanor, stepped closer. “Noni?” he said gently. “What is it?”
She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes swept the clearing, studying every detail with a strange, searching focus. Then, slowly, her hands moved in the air.
‘I know this place,’ she signed.
Alan and Pete had noticed the shift in her, too. They moved in beside her, concern etched into their faces. It was Alan who spoke first.
“Noni,” he asked quietly, “how do you know this place?”
Noni shook her head, signing in confusion. ‘I do not remember... I have seen it in my dreams. It calls to me.’
“Calls to you?” Pete exchanged an alarmed glance with Alan before turning back to the bewildered girl. “What do you mean it calls to you?”
‘I do not know… it is a feeling....’
Pete motioned for Alan and Galen to follow him out of Noni’s earshot. He may not have bothered as the girl wandered the edge of the pond, her companions forgotten.
“I think we should fill our canteens and get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps. And I think it’s affecting Noni, too.”
Alan looked back at the silent girl. “I dunno, Pete. You know lately Noni’s ‘feelings’ have been pretty accurate. If she knows this place, maybe we should find out how? And why?”
“I’m with Pete,” Galen said, his voice edged with unease. “Noni’s acting strange. I’ve known her a lot longer than either of you, and I have never seen her frolic in a grove of flowers. And now…” He trailed off, turning back toward the pond where they’d left her.
“Noni?” he called, softer now, concern creeping in as he realized she was no longer there.
Alan and Pete turned sharply. “Where is she?” Alan asked, worry tightening his voice.
The lost astronauts both shouted her name, urgency rising as the three of them began searching the area. Alan quickly gestured a direction for each of them to follow to cover the territory quickly.
“Pete! Galen!” Alan’s voice called to them from just inside the trees. “Over here!”
They rushed toward him. Alan pointed through the dense foliage. There, not far off, was Noni. She moved slowly, aimlessly, as though caught in the haze of some distant memory, her eyes searching the world around her like she was trying to piece together something forgotten.
“Hey kiddo,” Pete spoke to her as they approached, “going somewhere without us?”
Noni turned, her eyes glistening with confusion. ‘Why do I feel this place? It’s as if it wants me somehow. A memory? Why do I know this place?’
“I think we need to get you out of here,” Alan interjected.
“Hey Al,” Pete said, scanning the area as a chill feeling engulfed him. “Ever get the feeling someone’s watching you, and maybe we ain’t so wanted?
Alan’s brow furrowed as he, too, glanced around, that “something’s wrong” feeling gripping him unexpectedly.
Suddenly, a flurry of arrows shot from the trees above. The first struck Galen in the side, his cry of pain cut short as he collapsed. A second arrow thudded into the ground beside him, followed by several more that embedded into the earth near Alan and Pete.
Noni rushed toward Galen, but before she could reach him, she dropped to her knees with a strangled cry. Her hands flew to her ears as if trying to block out a deafening noise only she could hear, her face contorted in pain.
“Noni!” Alan shouted, panic surging in his voice.
He and Pete sprinted toward their friends, but before they could reach them, figures dropped from the treetops with the precision of soldiers on ripcords, landing silently and swiftly. In seconds, they were surrounded. The ambush was clean, practiced, too fast to counter.
Alan skidded to a halt, his eyes wide, already assessing their odds, lifting his hands slowly he froze in place.
Pete’s jaw clenched as he mirrored the gesture, hands raised in quiet surrender. His soldier’s instincts screamed at him to fight, but the numbers, and the blades, left no room for resistance.
The air was tense, humming with the potential for violence. They were outnumbered and outmaneuvered
These men didn’t look like any soldiers Pete or Alan had ever seen. Their hair was long, some adorned with braids, beads, and bird feathers. Others wore headbands of different colors. Many were bare-chested, their bodies marked with war paint and draped in bone necklaces and makeshift armor. Alan, ever the history buff, took in the sight through a daze of adrenaline, some of them looked eerily like Native warriors from a distant, forgotten time.
None of them spoke, their arrows aimed and knocked in their bows ready to let them soar should any of them move another step. One man aimed again at Galen as he pulled back his bow string, ready to let his arrow fly when a commanding voice echoed through the trees. “Stop!”
The archer hesitated, his gaze flicking toward the source of the voice. Emerging from the trees was a figure, regal and imposing, dressed in a mixture of ancient and modern garb that seemed to command respect. His eyes, an intense, azure blue, locked onto Noni, who still knelt on the ground, trembling with pain and confusion. With a tilt of his head the archers lowered their weapons in unison.
He was tall and striking, his long dark hair cascading past his elbows, lending him an almost mythic presence. Without hesitation, he strode toward Noni and dropped to one knee before her, his expression unreadable.
“Leave her alone!” Pete shouted angrily as he and Alan both moved protectively toward Noni, only to be stopped by the men aiming their weapons threateningly at them.
The figure, keeping his gaze fixed on Noni, spoke softly but with authority,
“She is one of us.”
His voice had a melodic cadence, a calm that contrasted starkly with the chaotic scene. Noni’s trembling lessened as his words seemed to envelop her with an otherworldly reassurance.
“Who are you?” Alan demanded, his voice edged with both urgency and suspicion.
The man met Alan’s stare with calm and confidence, a barely there smile left no doubt it was he who was in control.
“I am Torin,” the man said, his voice low and authoritative. “Commander of the Guard.” He cast a glance at the others, assessing them with a soldier’s calm. Then, more quietly, he added, “I can help her.”
Noni remained on her knees, her breaths shallow. But something shifted in her eyes, just a flicker. The pain didn’t vanish, but was momentarily eclipsed by something deeper. Recognition? Memory? Whatever it was, it hovered just out of reach.
Alan stepped forward, instinctively defensive despite the archers’ looming presence. “What do you want from her?” he asked, his voice taut.
“I seek no harm,” Torin answered. “Only to awaken what lies dormant within her. She carries the blood of our people. A legacy that binds her to this place. And to us.”
Galen, still on the ground and gripping his side, groaned. “This is madness,” he rasped. “We have to get out of here.”
Torin’s gaze shifted, his expression hardening. He looked to one of the guards and spoke with cold finality.
“Kill the ape.”
As if jolted from a trance, Noni's body moved before thought could catch up. A silent cry echoed within her, No! She rushed to Galen's side, positioning herself protectively in front of him. Her hands moved in frantic, trembling motions, signing, 'No, please. You cannot kill him. He is my friend.'
Her silent plea cut through the tension, her eyes wide with fear, locking onto Torin's. The pain in her head surged, a sharp throb behind her eyes. The world around her blurred, the edges of reality closing in. A rising, deafening roar filled her ears, not just noise, but voices. Strange, urgent voices she didn’t recognize, overlapping and crashing into each other inside her head. She felt as if her skull were being split apart. She clutched at her temples. Fear gripped her so tightly she could hardly breathe.
Her hands faltered mid-sign, her breath shallow, chest tight, trembling as she struggled to focus. Through the agony and confusion, she forced herself to look at Torin, her eyes wide with silent, desperate pleading. The voices swelled, nearly drowning her. Still, she stood her ground, despite the trembling in her limbs, her gaze pleading. The world around her blurred, her breath ragged. Her eyes, pouring every ounce of her fear, and desperation, into that one unspoken plea.
Alan and Pete tried to reach Galen and Noni again, but the guards closed in, blocking every path. Strong hands grabbed them, dragging them back, Pete fought hard, elbowing one in the ribs before he was forced to the ground. Alan struggled too, but the numbers were against them. In moments, both men were restrained, but Pete would not give up.
Pete!” Alan yelled, concerned his junior officer was about to get himself killed. “Stand down!” He ordered
Pete reluctantly stopped struggling turning angry eyes toward the one who called himself Torin.
“She’s begging you, don’t kill him!” Pete shouted, his voice raw with urgency.
“Wait!” Torin held up his hand and the warrior halted, just before he let go the string of his bow releasing the killing blow.
“I know what she said.” Torin answered Pete as he watched Noni standing protectively in front of Galen, her arms raised despite the excruciating pain. He could feel it, inside, he could feel her agony, but there was no other way.
“You do not understand, it must be done,” he told her. “Apes are not permitted in our village, and they cannot be allowed to return to their own. If more come….”
“He can’t go back to his village,” Pete cut in sharply. “He’s a fugitive, just like us. The apes hunt him the same way they hunt us.”
‘Please,’ Noni signed. ‘Do not hurt him’
Torin stood silent, his mind deep in thought. Noni again sank to the ground as the pain in her head became too much. She clutched at her ears as if she could block the voices and sounds pounding in on her. Her face mirrored the agony going on inside. Despite her own misery, she lay next to Galen her arm stretched across his chest to his shoulder and offered comfort against his own pain.
Torin held up his hand to the others, “Enough!” he barked. “Can’t you see what it is doing to her? She is not ready for the silent talk. There will be no more discussion. I will face Johan, and he will understand. We take the ape with us and see to his wound. I have spoken!”
He knelt in front of Noni, gently helping her to her feet. “The pain will ease,” he said, his voice low but certain. “You have been away a long time. Your mind is not yet conditioned to the connection. The voices you hear, the thoughts, they are part of you. You were born with the gift, but it has been dormant for too long. Now it stirs, and your body is struggling to remember.”
He watched for a moment as the tension in her face slowly began to dissipate. “Better now?” he asked.
The pain subsided, continuing as a quiet hum. Noni removed her hands from her ears and slowly nodded.
Torin smiled. “Good.” He turned his attention to Galen. "You will be safe," he assured the chimpanzee, his voice carrying a comforting weight. "But...” he spoke to Pete and Alan as well. “You must trust us and let the path unfold as it is meant to." Pete defiantly shrugged his arms from his captures grip, as the soldiers released them both.
As Pete and Alan exchanged wary glances, Torin’s men lowered their bows and stepped back, creating a narrow path through the thick forest.
"Follow me," Torin instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. HeNoni’s hand, guiding her gently but firmly along the path. As she glanced back to her friends, her eyes lingered on Alan before turning again and letting Torin lead her, tugging to a stop only as she saw Alan’s hesitance.
Despite their fears and doubts, Pete and Alan had little choice but to comply. First, they focused on Galen, who was still lying on the ground, grimacing in pain, his bloodied fingers wrapped around the shaft. The arrow had to come out. Alan took a meaningful look at the smooth edges of the arrowheads notched in the bows of their captors before coming to a decision. He gave a nod toward his junior officer. Pete quickly knelt beside Galen, holding him steady and whispered reassuring words. Alan positioned himself beside Galen, his expression tight with worry, and with one quick, determined motion, he wrenched the arrow free. Galen’s body arched, a sharp cry escaping his lips as the pain spiked. Alan tossed the barb aside, pressing his palms against the puncture.
"Hold on buddy," Pete muttered as he opened his backpack yanking out a spare shirt. He tore off strips of cloth, using them to bind the wound and stop the bleeding.
The worst of it was done. They helped Galen to his feet, leaning him heavily between them as they stumbled after Torin and Noni who had resumed their brisk walk into the forest, moving as quickly as Galen’s injuries would allow. The other soldiers followed close behind, silent and watchful, their presence a constant pressure at their backs. Every step forward felt like walking deeper into an unseen trap, but they had no choice except to follow. The forest seemed to close in around them, the trees whispering their secrets in the wind, casting strange, eerie shadows that made their journey feel even more uncertain.
Pete and Alan kept a tight hold on their chimpanzee friend as they moved forward, Galen’s feet leaving drag marks in the soil. The forest grew denser, the path narrowing as they approached a series of steep, moss-covered rocks. Torin, still holding on to Noni, led the way, with the ease of someone who knew this terrain well. His movements were sure and steady, even as the ground became treacherous. The damp stones beneath their feet were slick, making each step a calculated risk.
Pete and Alan followed closely behind, their grip firm on Galen’s arms, supporting him as they navigated the rocky ascent. Every now and then, Galen winced, his pain still lingering, but they pressed on, moving with cautious determination. The dense forest pressed in around them, the weight of the trees casting long, twisted shadows that seemed to stretch deeper into the unknown.
Noni, her apprehension momentarily replaced by determination, and a longing to find an answer to her growing recognition to the path onward, found herself matching Torin's strides. She momentarily forgot the needs of her friends as her own pushed the ape’s groans and Alan and Pete’s worried reassurances aside. The sound of rushing water grew louder, a roar that filled the air and vibrated through the ground beneath them. They climbed higher, the mist from the waterfall ahead mingling with the scent of pine and earth.
At the summit of their climb, the majestic waterfall came into full view, cascading down in a powerful torrent.
Torin paused, allowing the others a moment to catch their breath and take in the sight. Noni soaked it in, holding her breath as her entire body moved to see every aspect of the beautiful landscape. Her friends’ attention turned more inward instead. Galen leaned heavily against Alan and Pete who wrapped strong arms around his waist to help him remain on his feet. The blood seeping into the hastily made bandages gave testament to the need for medical attention to the injury.
"This way," Torin instructed, his voice barely audible over the thundering water. He guided Noni toward the waterfall's edge, where a narrow ledge offered a precarious path behind the curtain of water. Torin stepped forward, Noni firm in his grip and slid from sight. The others followed, moving carefully as the spray dampened their clothing and skin. The water sparkled in the dappled sunlight, creating a shimmering veil over what was revealed as the entrance of a hidden passageway.
Once behind the waterfall, the noise diminished slightly, replaced by the echoing drips of water from the cavern walls. The passageway was dark, the only light coming from the glistening cascade behind them. A torch stood stationary in a metal sconce embedded in the rock. Torin lit it with the strike of a flint, its flame flickering and casting a warm glow on the rough-hewn walls.
"Stay close," Torin said, taking the lit torch from its resting place, his voice steady and reassuring. "We are nearly there."
The passageway twisted and turned, the air growing cooler as they ventured deeper into the heart of the mountain. Noni felt a strange sense of calm wash over her, the presence of Torin and the light of the torch lending her courage. Pete and Alan watched Noni closely, still skeptical of their guide.
After what felt like an eternity, the cave opened up to a concealed clearing atop the mountain. A small village below, almost invisible to the untrained eye, revealed itself. Torin motioned for one of his men to go on ahead. “Warn them no silent talk for the time being,” he instructed.
The man nodded his understanding and ran down into the forest below. The group soon followed.
Pete and Alan were amazed at the untouched beauty. Horses ran freely in the prairie near the village. Deer, startled by their presence bounded into the surrounding forest. It was as if they had stepped back in time and were seeing the world thousands of years ago before progress had made its mark.
Finally reaching the serene village, they could feel the tranquility surrounding them. It was a place where ancient traditions thrived, where huts, cabins and tipis coexisted in harmony. The villagers dressed in homespun clothing, others, much like the native Americans from human history in animal skins. Still others dressed in attire similar to Torin’s men. All watched with curiosity as the group approached.
Noni once again reached up covering her ears and temples, her pain seeping back stronger and more intense. Torin, grabbed hold of her shoulders, hugging her to him and helping her walk as he led them to the center hut. Larger than the rest, its entrance was adorned with intricate carvings and symbols. He helped Noni to sit on the ground then motioned for them to stay outside while he disappeared through the door made of strong tree branches and animal skins.
Pete and Alan carefully lowered Galen to the ground next to Noni. Blood still oozed from his wound, the bandages soaked through, and Alan’s worry deepened. Although the bleeding acted as a natural means to remove any debris from the deep puncture, the continued blood loss was at a dangerous level. If they didn’t treat it soon, infection paired with dehydration and the inability to combat those disorders in such primitive conditions could mean life or death.
“Hang in there Galen,” Alan tried to comfort the wounded ape. “We’ll get you some help soon.”
Noni reached over putting a soothing hand on her former master’s forehead. Despite the churning torture in her own head, her concern for her friend outweighed the pain.
Alan turned to Noni and quickly crossed to her side. “Are you alright?”She gave a small shake of her head, no. Her face was pale, her features pinched with pain.“Your head?” he asked softly, crouching beside her. Pete moved between them and their guard, his arms loose at his sides ready to react to anyone who attempted to interfere with Alan’s ministrations.
She didn’t answer, just winced and closed her eyes. He gently took her hands, easing them away from where she had been cradling her head. With careful fingers, he lifted her eyelids, one at a time, searching her face.
He wasn’t a doctor. He wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to be looking for, swelling? Dilated pupils? Something out of place? But all he could see was pain.
He laid a comforting hand against the side of her head, his jaw tight. “I wish I knew what to do. Let’s hope they have a doctor, or someone, who can actually help you and Galen.”
It wasn’t long before Torin exited the hut, followed by another man with long dark hair, and bright grey blue eye’s that mirrored Nonis, he was bare chested with soft buckskin trousers, a thick beaded head band with a silver beading resembling a lightning bold in the center, strings of elaborate beaded necklaces that match the colors in his headband, hung from his neck. He held an air of importance about him.
“This is Johan,” Torin introduced the man. “He is clan leader.”
Johan glanced briefly at the dark-haired man before focusing on the trio on the ground, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Galen. He turned a stone glare at Torin.
Noni winced, the ringing and buzzing in her ears adding to her pain. Torin apologized then explained Johan did not speak verbally, he spoke telepathically.
Noni looked bewildered not understanding the word while Pete and Alan each exchanged their own quick, unspoken communication.
“I’m sorry Noni,” Torin apologized. “It is a way to talk with your mind. I know this causes you pain. But soon you will understand.”
Noni seemed to pay him no mind. Despite her pounding head, her attention again centered on Galen.
“We need to get him to a doctor!” Pete barked motioning to the wounded chimp. “Do you understand that? He’s gonna bleed to death if we don’t get him some help.”
“You must have some one here. A doctor? Healer? Shaman?” Alan added urgently, glancing at both Torin and Johan.
Torin nodded. “Johan has agreed to let him stay… for now. Bring him and come with me.” He bent down to help Noni to her feet, steadying her with a firm arm as he and the other man turned to lead the way.
Alan and Pete carefully lifted Galen, supporting his weight between them as they followed Torin and Johan deeper into the village, with guards flanking them on either side and more trailing close behind.
The pathway wound through a series of humble dwellings, each adorned with intricate carvings and surrounded by radiant flora that swayed gently in the evening breeze. Tipis were painted with symbols and vibrant colors, some faded with time. The village seemed larger than when they looked down on it from atop the mountain. But then they guessed they’d yet to view all of it. The dwellings were scattered among trees and bush, some not easily seen.
As they walked, Johan appeared to communicate telepathically with Torin who relayed the message aloud. "Johan has permitted the healer in the village to tend to the apes wounds. We must hurry. She will be able to help Noni as well. "
The clan leader then looked at Noni sympathetically, as if apologizing, knowing the pain it caused her when he used the silent talk.
They were led to a large, circular hut at the edge of the village. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the soft glow of lanterns illuminating shelves lined with jars of various remedies. An elderly woman with silver hair and kind, yet sharp, blue eyes, sat on furs spread on the ground, her hands deftly mixing a poultice.
She paused momentarily and looked up at Noni before reaching for a tin cup. Taking hold of a small leather bag, she carefully dropped a pinch of powder into the cup and poured water over it, stirring the mixture before she handed the cup to Noni. The girl hesitated, glancing at Pete and Alan for confirmation.
"For the pain in your head," she said with a small smile and a comforting tone. Noni slowly accepted the cup with a nod of thanks, all the while wondering how the woman knew she was in pain.
“This is Aiyana,” Torin introduced. “She is our most skilled healer.”
Aiyana motioned for them to lay Galen on the blankets in front of her and immediately began her work, her movements precise and confident. She cleaned the wound, applied the poultice, and bandaged it with care. All the while, Johan’s presence was a palpable weight in the room, his telepathic instructions guiding her actions.
Noni, the pain in her head subsiding as she drank the tea, couldn’t help but watch in awe as Aiyana worked. The healer’s expertise and the obvious respect she commanded were evident. Within moments, Galen’s breathing steadied, and the flow of blood slowed to a trickle.
“He will need rest,” Aiyana said, her voice soft but firm. “And time to heal.”
Torin turned to his guests. “We have lodges ready for you, the ape will be brought to you soon.”
Alan exchanged a look with Pete, then nodded gratefully. “Thank you. We appreciate your hospitality.”
Johan bowed his head slightly before looking at Noni and smiling.
“He is saying welcome home,” Torin told her as Johan made his way out.
Noni looked confused. ‘Home?’ she signed.
Torin tilted his head slightly as he watched Noni’s fingers move, then smiled. “Come, I will take you to your lodges.”
Alan knelt next to Galen, who seemed to be more at ease and breathing normally. He looked up at Aiyana as he stood.
“Thank you.”
The woman gave him a short nod before taking a bowl with burning sage and gently waving the smoke over her patient.
~*~*~*~*~
Torin led them through a different part of the village than they had traveled before, Pete and Alan taking note of the path, burning it in their mind as they walked. The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth, and the faint smell of sage. In the distance, the sound of a flowing stream provided a soothing background melody. The camp was quiet as they made their way to the other side of the village. A lone wooden building stood silhouetted against a large rock wall.
As they approached, Alan asked, “You never even asked who we were.”
Torin glanced back over his shoulder, his tone calm. "We'd been watching you long before we revealed ourselves by the waterfall. We already know who you are."
Then, motioning toward the doorway, as he stepped aside he added, “This will be where you stay.”
The first thing they noticed were two more guards standing on either side of the door like sentinels.
“Aww, and here’s the welcome wagon,” Pete mocked eyeing them as he passed when he opened the door and stepped in. The single room was small, a blazing fireplace set against the far wall, already illuminating the room. Three beds made of soft furs lay near the hearth, their packs set off to the side.
“Home sweet home,” Alan quipped.
Pete grinned. “No place like it.”
“Food will be brought to you soon. Aiyana will see to it your ape friend is brought here,” Torin told the men, then turned to Noni, gently putting a hand on the small of her back.
“Come with me, your lodge is close by.”
Both Pete and Alan startled and stared at the realization that Noni would be removed from them. Noni looked at her two friends with uncertainty. The firm look Torin returned, announced that no other option would be considered. Alan pursed his lips briefly before giving the girl a soft, half-smile.
“It’s alright,” Alan said gently, only just realizing he'd been glaring at their host until he turned his eyes back to Noni. “Go on, we’re not going anywhere until Galen’s on his feet. Besides, when’s the last time you slept without Pete’s snoring rattling the trees?”
Pete shot him a look. “Hey, I don’t snore. Pretty sure it’s you making all those snarling noises in your sleep.”
Their playful exchange brought a faint smile to Noni’s lips as she allowed Torin to lead her away.
Alan watched her go, the smile fading from his face. He felt a knot of frustration tighten in his chest. He was supposed to protect them, to have answers. But now, with Galen unconscious, and Noni out of reach… he felt helpless. The weight of responsibility pressed down on him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was failing them.
~*~*~*~*~
Noni’s tipi was back inside the village, a good walk from Pete and Alan. She kept glancing back in the direction they left behind but Torin’s insistent pull on her kept her from slowing and the spinning in her head and swirling in her stomach prevented her from attending to her surroundings as Pete and Alan had taught her. Once he stopped, Torin opened the flap door, revealing a cozy interior, larger than Pete and Alan’s shack, and more detailed. An intricate painting on softened animal skin hung on the wall, a basket of cloth and furs sat off to the side. A single bed made of soft furs awaited her along with her pack of supplies. Just outside the door, a neatly stacked pile of firewood awaited, ready for use if needed. In the center of the room, a circle of stones cradled the flickering fire, casting a warm, orange glow across the interior. The light summer breeze kept the night air comfortable, and the fire’s warmth gave the space an intimate, cozy feel.
And no guards secured the dwelling.
“I will bid you good night,” Torin said, his lips curling into a gentle expression as he gazed at her. “You should rest. Tomorrow you will begin to understand all you have forgotten. We will teach you to speak the silent talk as we do. You will have no more pain when you hear the voices. And there are others that wish to welcome you home.”
‘Why do you call this my home?’ Noni signed.
Torin’s eyes softened. “Although an ingenious tool I am surprised to witness, there is no need for those hand signals. I can hear your thoughts; you have only to think the words and I will understand.”
Noni looked at him, still not comprehending.
Torin gently took hold of her shoulders. “This is your home Noni. It is where your life began. Know that you are safe here. All will be revealed in the days to come. It is too soon, and too much, for you to grasp all at once. Rest now.”
‘My friends, are they safe now too?’ she signed, still not able to just think her words.
Torin smiled. “Yes, they are safe. Of course, they must adhere to the rules as we all do. They may also call this home in time.”
With that he started toward the door, then suddenly stopped and turned, his eyes lingering on Noni, captivated by her beauty. As she stood there, the soft glow of the firelight danced across her features, highlighting the delicate curve of her face and the gentle sparkle in her eyes. He felt a warmth in his chest, a silent admiration for the grace and strength she exuded. In that moment, Torin realized just how deeply her presence affected him, her beauty not just in her appearance, but in the way she carried herself with quiet determination. He looked forward to knowing her better in the coming months.
“Rest well,” Torin spoke softly before he opened the door flap and disappeared through it.
Noni watched him leave, and within seconds of his departure, the flap opened again. Two young women with long braided hair stepped in, their eyes an ocean blue. They dressed in a smooth doeskin dresses with strings of fringe falling over their shoulders. Colorful beaded belts settled around their waists, each a different combination of colors. One of the girls placed a platter of fresh fruit and a bowl of stew in front of her, the aroma she did not recognize, accompanied by a sort of flat bread. The other set down a bundle tied with rope beside her. They both bowed to her and retreated until they reached the door and vanished behind the flap as it closed. Both moved in silence, no words spoken.
The girl watched the flap close behind them, intrigued as to why they bowed to her as if she was an ape. She looked down at the bundle they’d brought. Curious, she carefully untied the rope that bound it together, running her hand over the soft cloth as it unfolded beneath her fingers. It was a strange material she’d never seen before, but she admired the soft feel. Inside the package was a dress, somewhat like the girls had worn, but the color was a pure white, the decorated beaded belt were the red, blue and silver colors matching Johan’s. A chain of beads and matching earrings and soft shoes of the same dress material completed the ensemble.
Noni stood admiring the beauty of its intricate design, finally carefully folding it and setting it on the soft material it had been wrapped in.
Taking her bowl of food, Noni went over to the doorway and lifted the flap so that it stayed open as she enjoyed her meal looking up at the stars as darkness fell. The moon was full, the sound of crickets singing their soothing melodies filled the air. Each note seemed to whisper promises of safety and tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos they had left behind. The forest, with its ancient trees standing sentinel, felt like a guardian wrapping her in a protective embrace. Noni took a deep breath, allowing the calming sounds to wash over her. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her heart. Tomorrow may well bring new challenges, but tonight, she could find solace in the serenity of the darkness and the steadfast companionship of her friends knowing they were thinking of her, even as she thought of them.
Movement in the shadows disturbed her thoughts. She strained her eyes to see.
In the center of the village, a fire burned brightly, its flickering lights dancing among the tipis, huts, and structures scattered throughout the community. The sight of two men carrying a stretcher between them, followed by a woman, as they walked towards Pete and Alan's shelter, caught her attention.
Setting her bowl down, she stood and followed them knowing the body on the stretcher must be Galen.
~*~*~*~*~
Pete and Alan sat at the fire while they finished bowls of venison stew. They’d been surprised at the supper brought to them by a middle-aged woman with dark hair and blue eyes, dressed as many of the American Indians of the plains had thousands of years ago. The elk teeth that adorned her deerskin dress jingled as she walked. She set the half-filled pot of stew next to the fire to keep it warm and handed the two men bowls and wooden spoons before leaving as quickly as she had come. The astronauts nearly fell over in astonishment when the dished the stew into their bowls and realized the contents weren’t just vegetables. Meat, deer meat they guessed, was a main ingredient, and they filled their bowls with intense anticipation of the savory meal.
“Do you think Noni’s alright?” Pete asked through mouthfuls.
“We should check on her before we turn in just to make sure,” Alan suggested filling his spoon again.
“Oh, ya think Mutt and Jeff are gonna show us the way to wherever they took her?”
“We’ll ask nicely,” Alan smirked. “I don’t like the way that guy looks at her,” he finished, a scowl creasing his forehead.
Pete agreed. “Neither do I. Reminds me too much of me when I walk in a bar checking out the action.”
Their conversation was interrupted by a sound outside their cottage and the door being opened. Aiyana walked in followed by two men with a stretcher. She instructed the men to take the ape to one of the beds.
“He will rest. He was given medicines to make him sleep,” Aiyana told them candidly. “You may call on me if you have further need.” Turning on her heels and without another word she made her way out followed by the two stretcher bearers. Alan followed them to the door taking a step outside to ask his questions, but his path was blocked and the door closed in his face.
“Guess that means the asking nicely part won’t get us to Noni,” Pete remarked as he sat on the edge of Galen’s cot and lay a hand across his forehead.
“Like that’s gonna stop us,” Alan murmured.
“He’s warm.” Pete frowned.
Noni waited until Aiyana and the stretcher bearers were out of sight before stepping forward from between the structures where she had hid. The two guards at the entrance dipped their heads in silent acknowledgment as she approached. Watching them carefully, she eased the door open and peered inside.
Alan and Pete were at Galen’s side, Alan wiping a damp cloth across his forehead and along his cheeks. The chimpanzee lay still, fast asleep despite the activity around him.
Noni moved quickly into the room, dropping to her knees beside them. Alan’s face filled with relief at her appearance and moved away to allow her next to the chimp. She gently smoothed Galen’s brow, her touch light and comforting. Then she looked up at Alan and Pete, her hands moving with quiet urgency. ‘Will he be alright?’
Alan offered a reassuring smile. “Hard to tell, but the bleedings stopped. He has a mild fever which is to be expected. He seems to be resting comfortably. We’ll know more when he wakes up.” He paused looking into her eyes. She was exhausted, and it showed in her deep pools of blue. “How about you? Are you alright?”
Noni nodded that she was. ‘The tea, it helped the pain ease.’
“You look pretty tired there, kiddo,” Pete put in. “We can look after Galen tonight. Why don’t you let me walk you back to your humble abode.” He grinned.
Noni shook her head. ‘No, I want to stay with you. Galen might need me.’
“Noni, you’re exhausted,” Alan remarked gently. “Why don't you let Pete walk you back?”
“Come on,” Pete stood, offering her his hand. “It’s been a long day. You need your rest. We’ll call you if there’s any change.”
‘Promise?’
“I promise, cross my heart,” he obliged with the gesture. Pete smiled that comforting big brother smile he always gave her when she was worried about something. Reluctantly, Noni agreed taking his hand.
“Sleep well,” Alan said, watching as she disappeared through the door. “Pete,” Alan called to his junior officer causing him to turn back. “Watch over her for a while, will ya?”
Burke looked down at him, hiding a knowing smile. He could see the truth in his commander's eyes; the man was a little more concerned for their petite, blue-eyed friend than he’d admit.
“You know it, boss,” he nodded, understanding.
With a gentle but firm grip, he guided Noni through the camp, ensuring her safety and comfort, even as one of the guards who stood outside followed behind. Once they reached her tent, Pete gave her a reassuring smile and a kindhearted wink then stepped back, allowing her some privacy. “Good night kiddo. I could use some air, so I’m gonna sit out here enjoying the stars for a bit.”
She squeezed his hand fighting a brush of tears that thanked him for caring about her, knowing she was comforted by his presence. ‘Good night, Pete,’ she signed back before slipping inside.
Taking up vigil at her doorway, Pete sat down leaning on one of the strong lodge poles. He watched as the fires of the village began to fade. His guard stood nearby but made no move to challenge him.
Noni lay down on the bed, her body sinking into the warmth of the furs. Her head no longer felt the surging sharp pain it had before, thanks to the tea Aiyana had given her. She closed her eyes, letting her weariness take hold. She sensed, more than knew, Pete was outside, keeping watch, keeping her safe. But somehow, in this place, she felt a sense of peace and contentment. Her body relaxed, as sleep finally claimed her.
