The Fugitive Galactic Child (Memories of an Arcturian)-Intro

Published September 4, 2014 by M.C.Simon

THE FUGITIVE GALACTIC CHILD
(Memories of an Arcturian)

This is a story based on a mix of personal experiences in my Earthen life and the parallel dimensions of my dreams. Do strict borders exist between these worlds? What are these borders?

Maybe there are… or maybe not… maybe we will understand more about them after reading the memories of the main character.

The idea for this story came to mind while I was reading the instructions I needed to follow for the “Weave my Tale” project. The story is unwritten yet, so it can take any turn in the future.

In this moment, the plot is as follows:

A 12 year old girl has a revelation one day while at school and decides to run away from home. She wants to find her true family which she suddenly thinks it’s not from this planet. She takes a small luggage bag, writes a good-bye letter to her earthen parents and leaves home. While walking the streets without having any direction she meets a weird beggar who finally convinces her to go back home. But they continue to meet almost daily and one day, he takes her on a trip, while they freeze time.

It seems that the girl’s revelation was not far from reality, and this is noticed when the two arrive on a spaceship where everyone already knew her. However, looking in an object similar to a mirror she doesn’t recognize herself anymore; she was older and all her physical attributes had changed. Still looking human, but something was different.

While on the spaceship, she had to continue going to school, an Arcturian school where her worst enemy is her teacher. He is determined to transform her into the best student of that school, though she doesn’t seem to care about that.

Finally, it is revealed to her that the teacher is her other half and together they have a mission on Earth: to make it a better place in order to align it to all other more evolved parallel dimensions.

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3 comments on “The Fugitive Galactic Child (Memories of an Arcturian)-Intro

  • Wow! You have some truly amazing stuff in this one. My favorite parts are: when the beggar convinces her to go back home and then meets with her every day; when she gets on the spaceship and everyone knows her and of course when she learns that her teacher is the other half of her true self.

    That is so cool, the idea of a character in your story being the other half of your protagonist. I have to admit normally things come to me pretty quickly, but I need to step back and wrap my head around this one. There are so many different ways you could play this. It also makes a huge comment on the human condition–how do we treat ourselves? which parts of ourselves are we at odds with? which parts of ourselves do we deny the existence of? From a story standpoint is that person the antagonist or an ally?

    I got nothing right now. Very, very interesting.

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  • About the antagonist… only after we will succeed to make the reader hate him, we will make him the good guy in this story. The idea is to prove that like in real life, we have to read behind the lines to really understand the action of any person. And until we are not in his/her skin, we can’t judge. Because… Nothing is what appears to be.

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  • Oh so there is an element of redemption for the antagonist, but since the antagonist is really the protagonist, but in a different dimension, the redemption is really about forgiving oneself and accepting oneself flaws and all.

    That is a brilliant and beautiful message.

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