Echoes in Eternity (The Pella Series Book 1) by Emine Fougner Page A

voice.
    “This is the best I can manage to do Elissa, daughter of Marcus. May the seeds of your memory blossom at the right time... may the right words by the one you have ties of paternity or the ties of the soul water them and let them blossom in full strength. May your body and soul take charge of its possession on her own when the time is ripe for you,” he says in that lilting voice, and presses something into my skin under my arm at the base of my right breast as he floats me further in the tunnel made of wind.
    “This is as close to your heart and soul I can get without damaging your past... May you find your way home child of Marcus, wife of Alexander Aurelius, mother of Agnes and Jill. Hear my last words, and wake up to a new beginning... Hear my last words and forget the past and remain shadowed away from the Fallen Angels ... Hear my last words and don’t...give...up...on...love...” he says in an old language, and pushes me forward with such a force that I’m sucked into a cyclone like energy, and finally nothingness...
    “Ellie!!! Ellie! Wake up!” Someone shakes me with concern.
    “Should we call a doctor sir?” asks the concerned male voice.
    “The doctor is already here!” snaps a dominant male voice sternly.
    “My apologies, sir,” replies the meek one.
    “Is the security waiting outside?” asks the commanding voice.
    “Yes, he is, sir,” replies the first voice in a soft tone as if to not to wake me.
    “He can’t leave until he gives me a full report of what happened!” orders the dominant voice. “Make sure he remains!” he commands with an unmistakable scorn.
    “Yes, sir,” replies the soft voice then I hear scuttling footsteps distancing towards the door. When the footsteps cease, I don’t hear a door open and close. The dominant male voice gentles, and speaks to me softly; his words caressing my name, as strong arms are gently rocking me in an assuaging rhythm.
    “Miss Duncan? Ellie? Wake up... You’re alright. You just passed out in your car. Wake up.” A hand is slowly, soothingly rubbing my hair. I feel everything, and I hear him, but why can’t I open my eyes?
    “Doc?” his voice asks concerned.
    “She’ll come to herself in a few minutes. She must have had a shock. The security said she had a near accident. He was merely inches away from hitting her. He claims that he didn’t see her, and he said she was pretty shaken when he managed to stop his car...” says a gentle but authoritative voice.
    “Fuck! How could he not see a woman walking in a huge parking lot? What was he looking at?” 
    “He claims that she bent down to pick her purse up which was why he didn’t see her as he was going up on a slope. But he stated that soon after he helped the young lady into her car, she passed out. He said he tried to wake her up seeing as she had fainted, but she wouldn’t wake up which is very common with shock. That’s when he radioed for help. She must have had a hard week, and possibly the near miss was the last drop overflowing her cup.”
    It is evident that a shudder just went through her body. She’s shivering. “Will she be alright?” he asks concerned.
    “Of course. It’s just the way the body copes with shock, Alex. It’s a physiological response. Our bodies are used to dealing with events at a slower rate where it can control the response. When something traumatic happens, the brain cannot comprehend what’s happening because it happens so rapidly, and being nearly hit by a car will do that to you. Her body simpl y pulled all the blood into her center as a protective and defensive measure away from the extremities. Her brain temporarily shut down.”
    “But she ’s hot and cold at the same time,” says the concerned voice.
                  “The hypothalamus gland regulates the body temperature. When the brain shuts down, so does the gland. Nothing to worry about...” he says, but I hear the worry in the doctor’s voice. I try to move