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She did it for her brother, as she could see, he was anxious, without knowing why. So she came to Chi. She was aware of the location, a small island dedicated to meditation and peace, open to surfers and the devoted. Once she had visited a temple there with a friend.
Hesitantly, she looked up toward the statue, the dark bronze of the Buddha, dominating this corner of the island. In front of her waited the jungle. Behind her she could hear the distant sound of waves. She forced herself to walk toward the shore, her bare feet light on the cold stones, smooth and ancient, polished by centuries of footsteps. She felt the evening chill through her light dress.
On both sides of her stood statues and small temples. A torch burned at the end of the path, below a tall wooden portal. Steps led down to the beach. Near the portal she saw a small teleport. She walked down the steps, soon feeling the sand still warm under her feet. The sun was now a red disk low on the horizon. She heard the waves crashing on the shore, big rollers that the surfers must enjoy riding during the day…
She walked a bit further, now in semi darkness, and shivered a little… She was on her own, or so she thought. As she let her eyes adapt to the obscurity around her she saw the dark silhouette, on the water’s edge. A hooded figure, immobile and softly shimmering in the dying light…
“Come closer Jane, ” said a woman voice, as if from a far distance, from behind the hooded shape. Jane felt a sense of dread but she obeyed, as if in a dream. She saw a tall woman wrapped in a black robe, who soon lifted her hood a little. A mass of red hair framed a beautiful sombre face still in shadow. Jane saw the eyes, they were fixed on her. The eyes were deep wells, black on black, absorbing all light. The woman smiled, and Jane was petrified.
Who was that woman? Her brother had been so unspecific.
Jane grew aware of a small fire burning brightly further down the beach, in the distance. Looking up she saw the woman’s eyes, now two soft emerald light orbs.
The face was smiling. It was a woman’s gentle smile, and she looked deep into Jane’s eyes. Jane observed the full lips.
Gathering her courage she said, “ That’s a cool avatar you got there, but you really frightened me”
Silence followed. Seconds, perhaps minutes passed. Then the voice suddenly said, “It was not my intention to frighten you. You see, I have been standing here for sometime. But I will share a secret with you, Jane: this is not my avatar, it is me”. She added: “You should know, your brother and I were, once, very close, a long time ago.”
Jane realised the shape looked now more solid, more human. The woman moved slowly closer to Jane. “Is it you who are stalking my brother?” Jane dared to ask. Those bright emerald eyes were now close to Jane’s face.
“My name is Melissa” the woman said, smiling. “Your brother and I have a date: are you his messenger?”
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