“Not only is it a Fibonacci sequence, but watch this.” Ellyana sat down in front of her laptop and began to manipulate images on her screen.
After about five minutes Ellyana turned her screen toward Iain and Drew.
Displayed on the screen was a map of the area, with all the markings that Drew and Iain had made. The green line that Ellyana had created extending
out beyond the bounds of the site, small yellow x’s marking different points along it. She pointed to a particular point that she had denoted with a
“Do you know what THAT is, Iain?”
Iain peered closely at the screen. “Is that the village?” he asked. Drew moved in closer to see what Ellyana had indicated.
“Seems to be” Ellyana replied. “And,” she continued “it seems to be a midpoint of the sequence, the end the end is indicated here. “
Ellyana pointed to an area of dense Jungle growth.
“This is too damn weird” Drew said. He looked up at Ellyana, as their eyes met Drew was suddenly overcome with a feeling of dread. He reached for
his throat and started gasping for breath. He reached out toward Ellyana, his eyes widening, darkness beginning to take over, struggling for a
breath. A sudden light flashed before him, and he clamped his eyes shut.
He peered down into the creation of woven roots and saw two newborn babes, a boy and a girl. Each was curled in opposition to the other, head to
foot, forming a sort of yin-yang.
Between them, right where their bellies would have touched lay a tiny, yet perfectly formed child. Drew reached in and gently picked it up.
It was no bigger than the palm of his hand it’s elongated head being no bigger than his thumbnail. He touched it softly with his fingertip,
stroking the curve of its spine. The tiny creature began to move and started to stretch, turning itself to reveal a marking on its belly.
Drew's eyes widened, and the creature seemed to melt. He watched as the symbol seemed to burn into his hand, and acting on reflex he clenched his fist
shut. When the pain subsided, Drew opened his hand and revealed a golden triple helix.
Iain rushed over to Drew as he collapsed onto the floor. Drew was no longer gasping for breath. Iain touched Drew’s cheek, it was hot, very hot,
and Drew looked flushed. Sweat had broken out on his brow, but he was breathing.
“Help me, Elly”. Iain ordered.
The two siblings lifted Drew up and managed to get him onto a cot. His breathing was labored, and he looked very ill.
Iain and Ellyana kept vigil over him for the next several hours, trying to cool him by opening a flap in the tent to let the breeze through, and
wiping sweat from his brow. An occasional moan could be heard, but Drew’s breathing continued to be labored.
As Ellyana watched her brother tend to Drew she fought wave after wave of the strange feelings that she had battled with for the most part of her
Drew was only the second man that she had encountered in her life that seemed to ignite desire and passion within her, and she struggled with their
intensity. She didn't want to betray her brother.
She had watched their interaction on many occasions and, to her at least, there appeared to be a latent mutual romantic and sexual attraction between
the two men. She wondered if either of them had ever acted upon it, and the thought made her jealous.
She wondered if that what it was, jealousy. It was a strange mix of sadness, anger and frustration. Who was it directed at? Was it Drew, was it Iain?
She didn't know.
The only other man that she had ever considered being physically involved with was her brother and that itself seemed to cause confusion. She once had
expressed these desires to her best friend in college and was met with a tirade of obscenities indicating that there was something very wrong with
her, and it caused her to be ostracized by her small circle of friends. It left her confused and alone.
She couldn’t help how she felt, but she could control her actions. Never again would she voice her desires, and never would she act on them, with
anyone. As much as it pained her, that included Drew.
The more time they spent together, the harder it became to resist her desires. She had vowed to remain a virgin. It was the safest path, even though
it was a painful and confusing one.
Ellyana sat curled up in a chair in the corner, and appeared to be sleeping. It was her turn to keep watch over Drew, but Iain was conflicted on
whether or not he should wake her.
She was beautiful, and Iain could understand why so many men seemed to become enamored with her so quickly. It was almost amusing the way that she
seemed oblivious to their attention, and Iain often wondered if she had feelings at all.
She buried herself in her research, and at times seemed emotionless. Once in a great while he would catch a momentary glimpse of what seemed like
tenderness in her eyes, but those moments were brief. It was almost a relief to Iain that she never became romantically involved with anyone. The
thought of someone touching her in the way that he had touched other women made his stomach turn.
He reached over to touch her shoulder, and gently shook her awake. As her sleepy eyes flitted open and began to focus on him, Iain felt a wave of
tenderness, fighting back a strong desire to lift her into his arms.
Ellyana looked over toward Drew, and for the first time ever Iain saw something in her eyes that was more than clinical concern, and it made him
smile. It was followed immediately by a burst of jealous anger that he quickly tamped down. He could tell that something was changing within his
sister, and he couldn't tell if he liked it or not.
He pushed the thoughts from his head.
“How’s he doing?” she asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
“He’s finally resting” Iain replied. “The fever seemed to break about an hour ago.” His eyes studied her face and he seemed to be unable to
“Is there any coffee?” Drew said sleepily.
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