ALEC: An Action & Adventure Fantasy Novel (Alexander Trilogy)
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“Is it over? Is that all there is?”
The Universe became much brighter, painfully so to his unaccustomed inner vision. The light, heretofore only individual points from stars, was bathing him from all sides with ever-growing intensity. As he waited suspended in a realm wherein time and space had no meaning, he no longer saw his body but some inner presence within himself beginning to attract, or absorb, the radiation all around him.
No, it wasn’t that. It was... could it be?
It was he. He, himself, was beginning to shine, as though all the galaxies within him were emitting their own previously constrained radiance. For an ephemeral instance he saw himself as though from outside. He saw a brightness of a thousand stars... a billion points of light dancing a dance of celestial harmony. In the essence of this brightness that burned his eyes, he saw Sandra. Just as he saw her on the Home planet, only made up exclusively of light. Purest of all light. In the next instance he merged with this radiant phantom. He and Sandra no longer shared the same pod. They were fused into a single entity.
“I love you, my Prince.”
He detected the very last emotive thought as if coming from the outside of his own being. And as he consolidated his oneness with the glorious being of light, he whispered with the same ardour, “I love you for ever more, my Princess. You are my life.”
In the next segment of eternity they became one.
Days passed before Alec’s mind could absorb the immensity of that last Step. As far as he knew, the Final Step. What else could follow a total fusion with that part of him which was before he came to be, which will for ever continue, long after his contribution to the fabric of the Universe would be long past. He suspected he would never see Sandra again, although he was intensely aware of her presence. More so than ever before.
He would no longer have to wait for her, nor call out her name. They were a single entity. They occupied the same space-time. Even as every drop in an ocean is one with the ocean, so he felt at one with the infinity welling within his inner self. This awareness also transmuted all time into a single instant. The instant of the never-ending Present. He also felt a unity with the endless ocean. Not of the transient, ephemeral oceans of the planet Earth, but the ocean of stars, within and without himself, ever vibrant, ever expanding, forming new stars, generating new life through which he could behold himself.
He would never, ever be the same.
All thanks to Sandra, his Princess.
Epilogue
Alexander
Susanna remained for another year in her school in NDG, and then John Norman moved his family to Kingston, Ontario. He bought a 38-foot sloop with a cutter rig, on which Alec was always a welcome guest. Once Su learned of Alec’s true age, the passion she had displayed at the New Year Eve’s ball waned somewhat. She’d learned the truth from Alec himself. At the time, he didn’t think it would make any difference.
He was very wrong.
But they remained good, really good friends. And the truth came out, but not before Alec had learned a great deal about growing up and about the requirements and secret desires of a young lady. He had always been an avid learner, and Susanna, though almost his chronological peer, had a lot to teach him. Alec didn’t mind at all.
After the first intense twelve months or so, they saw each other no more than three or four times a year. Each time they met, it was as though a long lost brother and sister were finally getting together. The days were invariably on the Suzy, as the new yacht was named. Yet, even as time passed, when their meeting took place on a starry night with moonlight highlighting the gentle ripple on the great waters of Lake Ontario, they were apt to forget about their newly found understanding. Her eyes shone with the old sparkle; Alec’s admiration born at that Masquerade surged back with the intensity of a rising gale.
But these were fleeting moments. Few and far apart.
Two years after the Normans left Montreal, Alec was entrusted to take the yacht under his own cognizance for a longer tour. He took Suzy from Lake Ontario all the way to the Georgian Bay. Most of the way, Alec was the skipper, with Su acting as his number one mate. All four of their parents took turns joining them periodically along their route. Not so much to chaperone their children—they probably thought it was too late for that, or possibly they were hoping that it might be. I guess, we may never know. They joined them to bring provisions by car and to spend a day or two on board. By then, although Alec looked like a presentable young man in his early twenties, he still counted a mere seventeen springs. Su, by then, was a very mature nineteen-year-old.
Back home, after a lot of soul-searching, Alec decided to study physics. Eventually—theoretical physics. He thought that, with his experience of the inner worlds, he might be in a position to cast the Universe in a different light. He always thought that Einstein’s theories were not the result of the genius’s mental deliberations but the consequence of his unique view of reality.
There was one other reason why Alec chose an academic future.
Since the Final Step, he was free to venture to the Home planet almost at will. I say almost, because he had to be in the right state of mind, one could say of spirit, to succeed. On one occasion he thought he needed to learn something about quantum mechanics that had been nagging him for some time. He entered the abyss momentarily and emerged with a spark in his eye he hadn’t had since he first saw Sandra. He had glimpsed his future. He saw himself in Oslo, waiting in line to receive the Nobel Prize for some aspect of Theoretical Physics. He did not discover what he wanted to know about quantum mechanics, but he was nudged in the direction where the answer might be found. There were no real shortcuts in the continuum. The Home planet was there to enhance his life, not become a substitute for it.
“Just live...” he remembered her words. “Just live.”
Alec didn’t share his reasons for his choice of studies with anyone. Not even with his mother, who, he learned later, was hoping for a more artistic venue for his future. He compensated greatly by joining his mother’s painting class. He actually discovered he wasn’t half bad as an artist. It helped considerably that he no longer felt compelled to turn his head each time a model divested herself of her gown.
There is little to add to this story.
Alec already had one Princess engraved in his heart. In the meantime, the earthly, the very human Princess, continued to generate a warm glow in his libido. No longer sleepless nights, nor pangs of anguish, but a pleasant glow that Alec found quite comforting.
At a certain point along Alec’s studies, for reasons unknown to himself, some of the powers he had acquired under Sandra’s guidance began to grow exponentially. He found himself doing things he never before thought possible. Things that earlier in his life he would have found frightening. This, however, is quite another story. A story a long, long time into the future. Or into the past. Depending whence you are looking at it.
But one thing is certain.
All fables, tales or stories worth their salt, or writer’s ink, must end with the Prince and Princess living happily together for a long, long time. And this was never more true than of Alec and Sandra. Not since they became one. Later, even as Su blossomed into Susanna, Alec became known as Alexander; only in his case, Mozart had nothing to do with it. And you know something?
They really did live happily ever after.
Well….?
So Long...
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Part two of the Trilogy continues in
ALEXANDER
Acknowledgments
I would be remiss were I not to thank Bryn Symonds and Madeleine Witthoeft for their diligent editing, each in his and her inimitable way. I am indebted to my many friends for their meticulous proofreading, with particular thanks going to Kate Jones, who took great pains to perfect my manuscript. As always my gratitude to my wife, Bozena Happach, who put up with being a grass widow
for weeks on end and then offered me her inspired insights.
Second Edition was studiously examined by Ronald Piecuch, assuring the continuity of the previous work. My thanks to all of them.
Sincerely,
Stan I.S. Law
A Word about the Author
An architect, sculptor and prolific writer was educated in Poland and England. Since 1965 he has resided in Canada. His special interests cover a broad spectrum of arts, sciences and philosophy. His fiction and non-fiction attest to his particular passion for the scope and the development of Human Potential. He authored more than twenty-five books, fifteen of them novels.
Under his real name he published six non-fiction books sharing his vision of reality. He also composed two collections of poems in his original native tongue in which he satirizes his view of the world while paying homage to Bozena Happach's sculptures. His poetry in English, as well as a number of articles and short stories, can be seen at Authors Den: http://www.authorsden.com/stanislaw
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