The Chronicles of Draylon (2 page)

“It's just us, I'm afraid – I really don't believe in little green men.”

Draylon was enjoying the conversation; he enjoyed the fact that Paul was a sceptic, but hoped if they became good friends he'd be able to share his secret with him. Paul was surprised at how comfortable he felt – he was enjoying the conversation too. Despite avoiding people, deep down he knew he craved friendship and love, two things he knew very little about. They ordered another round of drinks and chatted about the island. Paul promised to take Draylon to see the Moai. The time was fast approaching eight p.m. and Paul said that he would have to return home. They both arranged to meet at five p.m. the next day to visit the legendary stone heads, the Moai.

Draylon turned up at the supermarket at five p.m. the next day. Adriana came outside to let him know that Paul was on his way. Adriana was happy that Paul had found himself a friend. She blushed when speaking to Draylon as she found him handsome and mysterious. She found it hard to disguise her feelings and was annoyed at her sensitive nature always giving her away. Adriana was slim build, average height, with long brown hair. She had beautiful brown eyes, and even Draylon stumbled on his words a little when speaking to her. Paul arrived and Adriana wished them a nice evening. She then bid them farewell and went back inside to finish up. Paul was looking forward to the little trip after his arduous day at work.

Draylon and Paul got into Paul's yellow Suzuki Alto; it was a bit of a squeeze, as they were both tall in stature. They headed off to the other side of Easter Island, to a place named Tongariki. This is where the famous fifteen huge Moai statues are situated, and it is called Ahu Tongariki. Ahu has two meanings; firstly, an Ahu is the flat mound or stone pedestal upon which the Moai stand, secondly, it signifies a sacred ceremonial site, and both are true at the site of Ahu Tongariki.

Draylon was hoping to chat with Paul on the journey, but Paul insisted on playing his stereo very loudly. He loved his music; it was one of his passions. They arrived and Draylon was stunned by the awesome sight; the stone heads known as the Moai were enormous. Fifteen statues all differing slightly in size, left as shrines to loved ones long deceased. Legend says the spirit occupies the statue watching over their beloved land and peoples. The statues consist of a large stone body, with a large stone head. The head has deep, carved-out features. It is said that the eyes were the last to be carved after the statue was erected, and once the eyes were carved, the spirit that embodies it is always watchful.

Paul gave Draylon the guided tour of the site. He said that the average Moai was 4 metres tall and weighed about 12.5 metric tons, and that there was one Moai at Rano Raraku Quarry named El Gigante that was almost 22 metres high and weighed between 160 and 182 metric tons. Draylon was fascinated; he wondered how on Earth these massive pieces of rock were moved from the quarry to Tongariki. The theory is they were rolled on trunks of wood; Draylon imagined there was a bit more to it than that.

“Would you mind if I took a time out? I wouldn't mind sitting down for a while,” Paul asked.

Draylon smiled. “That's fine, thank you for this.”

Paul found an area away from the Moai and sat and gazed out at the ocean. He loved to watch the ocean; he found it so peaceful, away from the stresses of life. Draylon felt uneasy – he could hear a high-pitched noise. He hadn't come across it before. It seemed to emanate from the largest of the Moai. He approached the large statue. He held both of his hands several inches away from the rock, and he could sense a power from within it. He looked about. No one could see him. He focused his ability to manipulate matter, and a space appeared in the rock.

Draylon reached in and could feel a cool metallic object. He removed the object and then resealed the space. It was a small rectangular metallic tablet. He held his right hand over the tablet. The information within it flooded into Draylon's subconscious at the speed of light. Then the tablet disintegrated into tiny particles. Draylon could hardly believe it; the language was that of an alien race long since deceased, Draylon stepped back with astonishment at what had just transpired.

Draylon went over to sit with Paul for a while. They both just sat there looking at the ocean. Draylon broke the silence.

“I'm enjoying my time here, thank you! This is a beautiful view point.”

“It is nice, I spend quite a lot of my time in the evenings looking out at the ocean.”

“Would you mind if I tagged along with you whilst I'm here on Easter Island? It's good to have company.” Draylon smiled and patted Paul on the back.

“No problem, we should be getting back now though, some of us have to work tomorrow.” Paul smiled and patted Draylon on the back too.

Paul dropped Draylon off at The Moai Inn and arranged to meet up again the next day at five p.m. and then Paul headed off home. Draylon purchased a couple of energy drinks from the vending machine inside his hotel, then went to his room and sat up in bed thinking whilst sipping on his drink. The tablet he found inside of the large Moai indicated that another alien race had visited Earth, and quite possibly had something to do with the building of the Moai about the island. What intrigued Draylon the most though, was that the tablet gave coordinates to a site in South America, in Peru, on the plain of Nazca. Draylon was excited. He hoped he was on the brink of a huge discovery. He wondered if he could persuade Paul to come with him, they were going to need more money though if he was to come. Draylon had a plan.

Draylon woke the next day and decided he'd go for a run. His human side loved physical activity. He never had any jogging bottoms so he ran in one of his pairs of jeans and a grey T-shirt. His trainers were fine though. Draylon, being a hybrid, genetically modified in a lab, had exceptional human gifts; his strength, speed, agility, reflexes and all five senses were well above that of any other human being on Earth. He decided to run for ten kilometres. He loved the feeling of exertion. After the first mile, his aerobic system kicked in and he was running faster and faster. His breathing adapted and slowed, and he felt invincible. It gave him time to clear the cobwebs, metaphorically speaking, and he was feeling charged and energised. He saw his hotel come back into view and he made a sprint finish. He eased to a stop and his breathing slowed to normal in just a couple of seconds.

Draylon decided to take a shower and freshen up a little. He then washed his clothing in the bathroom sink and hung it outside to dry. He was starting to feel a little hungry and so put on another pair of his favourite jeans, a grey T-shirt and trainers and decided to have a look around town to see what other shops were about. He found a tiny shop that sold newspapers, snacks and refreshments; it was called Alonzo's. Draylon found two of his favourite energy drinks and decided on a ploughman's sandwich, after carefully reading its label to see its ingredients.

The store man was Spanish-speaking, which Draylon understood perfectly. He could speak all languages of the Earth, old and new. A lot of Draylon's knowledge of the Earth and its languages was downloaded. Alien technology allows for the brain to be stimulated and a lot of information passed into it quickly and easily. He had an exceptional ability to learn and retain information anyway, but the technology on his own planet could further enhance that on a massive scale. Draylon paid for his refreshments, and thanked the shopkeeper. Before he managed to leave the shop, he found himself drinking some of his favourite drink, he imagined he was getting some kind of addiction to it; he smiled to himself and left the shop.

It was five p.m. Paul met Draylon outside of the supermarket. He suggested that they go for a walk to the sea just outside of the town. He wanted some fresh air after being cooped up all day. Draylon enjoyed the exercise, but was starting to feel hungry. He proposed they stop somewhere to grab a bite to eat after their walk. Paul agreed, as he was feeling a little hungry too. As they approached the end of the main stretch of road, a car came hurtling past them. At the same time, a beige Labrador puppy ran out into the road.

The car braked and skidded, but it wasn't enough – it struck the puppy and sent it tumbling down the pavement. Draylon and Paul ran to the little puppy. Its eyes were still open and it was twitching. The driver of the car got out to help. Draylon informed him that he was a vet and that he should go. The young male driver got into his car and drove off. Draylon looked around; luckily no one else witnessed the event other than himself, Paul and the driver. Paul was upset – he asked Draylon if he was really a vet. He prayed that the puppy would be OK, but deep down, he knew that this was the end for the poor little thing.

“I'm not a vet Paul, but I need your trust now,” Draylon said, knowing that everything hung on this moment.

“You can trust me,” Paul replied. “But what can you possibly do?”

Draylon placed his hands gently on the puppy; he closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and focused. Time seemed to stand still.

Paul interrupted, “What are you doing?”

At that moment, the puppy startled to wriggle, then got to his feet, barked, then licked Draylon all over his face. Draylon smiled and handed the puppy to Paul. Paul was ecstatic; he kissed and stroked the little puppy. A tear rolled down his cheek. A little boy came around the corner. He became overjoyed at the sight of his puppy. Paul handed him over and ruffled the little puppy's head, and the boy ran off back home. Paul looked at Draylon.

“That was amazing,” Paul said in a soft voice.

Draylon smiled. “We need to talk.”

“Yes we do,” Paul replied.

They found a couple of rocks to sit on fairly close to the shoreline. There was a silence, with both Paul and Draylon deep in thought. Paul broke the silence, not able to keep it bottled up for a second longer.

“What just happened?” said Paul, feeling a bit flustered.

Draylon felt a bit anxious, hoping that Paul would understand. “That bright light you saw wasn't a meteor, it was my craft. This is going to be very hard to believe. I'm from another planet.”

Paul interrupted, “From another planet, what are you talking about? I meant the dog, how did you heal the dog?”

“I have the ability to heal myself and others. It is one of my gifts. I am not entirely human. I'm an alien-human hybrid.” Draylon knew how that must have sounded to Paul.

“That's ridiculous! OK, I'll humour you, prove it!”

“OK.”

Draylon pointed at an empty bottle near the shoreline, Paul looked over.

“This is telekinesis.”

Draylon, using his hand and his mind, caused the bottle to raise three feet off the ground. He held it for a few seconds, and then lowered it back to the ground. Paul's jaw gaped. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was a sceptic, he wanted to believe, but had so many doubts, although his doubts were starting to fade.

Paul smiled. “How can I deny that, in the last fifteen minutes I've seen you heal an injured puppy, and now move a bottle with your mind? What are you? Who are you?” Paul felt a little nervous, but also excited.

“I'm from another planet, from another galaxy, light years away. I'm an alien-human hybrid; I was created in a lab by leading scientists on my home planet. They created me using superior DNA from my planet, and superior DNA from yours. They can isolate particular traits, they are that advanced. I have numerous alien abilities, and yet look entirely human on the outside. I need you to keep this secret.”

“This is a lot to take in.” Paul smiled and patted Draylon's shoulder. “I can't believe this is happening, I feel like I need to pinch myself to wake up,” Paul chuckled, “I'm a reformed sceptic.”

Draylon laughed, and then proposed they go get something to eat, as he was famished.

They went to a local bar in town that did food. The bar was called The Rongorongo Inn. Paul ordered spaghetti Bolognese and a pint of cider. Draylon ordered penne pasta with mushrooms and an energy drink. They found a nice bench outside the front of the bar and they talked at length and shared stories from their upbringing. Paul felt as if he was on cloud nine. He could hardly believe what he was hearing, but he had witnessed the puppy being saved, the bottle being raised off the ground, and that is impossible by Earth standards.

Draylon felt saddened by the knowledge of Paul's lonely childhood and adulthood. He hoped that they could be good friends and fill that void a little that Paul had created for so long. He realised that being brought up without your real parents is tough; Draylon had experienced the same thing on his planet. Karlon never had much time for Draylon on his home planet – he was always at the lab working on new experiments, but Draylon was thankful for the first class education he received, as Karlon was the top scientist on his planet. The conversation was halted as the food was brought out and they ate heartily. When they finished, Draylon thought it was time to confront Paul with his proposal.

Draylon said to Paul that he had something he needed to ask him, something quite big. He thought he might as well just come out with it rather than beat around the bush. He told Paul that when they were at the site of Ahu Tongariki, he had found a metallic tablet, an alien tablet; a tablet from a race of alien life that was now extinct. One of his biological fathers, named Karlon, told him that this alien race had destroyed themselves and their planet in civil war. This tablet not only suggested that maybe this alien race had something to do with the construction of the Moai, but also what intrigued him the most was it gave him coordinates to a site in Peru, the Nazca lines.

Draylon asked Paul if he would like to accompany him on an adventure. He said that he wants to visit the Nazca plains to find out what these coordinates lead to, but that required money, so he had decided to go to Las Vegas to win enough money to fund the venture. He also planned to stop at Roswell to pay his respects en route. He explained that he would win enough money for Paul to deposit into his bank to cover his bills for at least a year or more. Paul told Draylon it sounded great, but he couldn't plan to win money because it's all about luck, also he had a job that wouldn't hold until he got back. Draylon told Paul that he could count cards, and that he was technopathic, so winning was the easy part.