Visitor to Terra

About the Book

It seems like taens later when a voice arouses Mar-Rue-Maye. The voice is female, but it is not that of Mileah. She seems to be speaking, but not expecting a response. It is evident that she is not of her world, but maybe approachable, to assist Mar-Rue-Maye in escaping this one. Her words are different, but her manner is calm. Mar-Rue-Maye concentrates on the wave, and follows it with her mind. She senses many voices mumbling or speaking in low tones, as she locates the female among them.

“How are you called?” She asks the voice.

A confused female is looking around her as she has just heard a question, but there is no one there to ask it. She shrugs it off and returns to her activity. A response does not come, but Mar-Rue-Maye senses that the voice heard the question, and asks once more.

“How are you called?” pausing for an answer, she continues, “I do not hear your words, only your thoughts! That is how I found you. Concentrate on thinking your words, not speaking them. I ask once more, how are you called?” The female responds, curious of the situation, “I am Major Katherine Grey. Uh, Katherine, Uh, Kate, call me Kate. How are you called?” she asks.

“I am called Mar-Rue-Maye, Zitaah,” comes the response. “Kate, Major Katherine Grey, what designation is that?”

Feeling somewhat puzzled at the question, Kate responds, “Designation? Oh, it is my rank. I am a Major in the Air Force. My name is Katherine Grey, but my title is Linguist. I work with languages and dialects determining the origin of different people I meet, so that we may communicate better.” Searching the room, and not sighting any females within range, the questions arise.

“Where are you, MarRue?” “Can we meet in person?”

Correcting her name, “I am called Mar-Rue-Maye” she continues, “I cannot say.” Pausing a moment to focus, Mar-Rue-Maye gives a brief statement. “I am a visitor to your land. I have been here a short time, but your way of life is unknown to me and I am alone on my quest. Your words are different, but I heard your thoughts, and searched you out.”

The Major continues, “I am flattered. Where is your land? Perhaps I know your spoken language and can help you on your quest.”

Sounding sad Mar-Rue-Maye answers, “My land is far from here. I am on a journey, and may not return until that journey is complete.”

“Mar-Rue-Maye, where are you? Where are you going on this journey?” Feeling weak, she finishes, “I cannot say. I need rest. I will find you later.” “Hello, Mar-Rue-Maye, let me help you, how can I find you?”

Her response comes, “I cannot say. This is not where I am supposed to be.” “Are you in the library?” The Major’s question goes unanswered.

The Major is a little confused and concerned. She considers someone is pulling a prank on her. And if it is not a joke, how can someone with that talent just fade off? Was she in this room? Glancing around at the small crowd seated at the various tables, no one seemed to catch her eye. Was she in the building? This was a rather large building to be looking for one person. Taking a breath, she assumes that it was a joke. If it wasn’t, something just happened that she could not explain, as there was no evidence to back up her story. Her curiosity heightens with the fact that she was the one chosen out of all the others in the room. She packs up her books to go, all the time trying to figure out who Mar-Rue-Maye was. She was going to find out.

About the Author

About the Author: I moved to Alamogordo, NM in 2007, happily working in retail sales and writing down a word or two. Writing has always been easy for me. I have written poems for so many years, that it becomes second nature. Sometimes I just sit on my back porch, and look up at the stars. An idea comes to me, and I write it down. This idea took a few pages.