Time Travelling - Chapter 3

Time Travelling - Chapter 3: The True Story of a Lost Star.

(Diary Entry from last chapter) "Diary Entry No.36: It is the same day as I did the previous entry, but I want to make this entry for my beloved. Star. My daughter. You're name is Star. Never forget this. The voice you are hearing is your mother's. I wish I could have you listen to your father's voice right now, but I cannot... I am giving you all my life powers to you my darling. You will grow. Stronger. But I wish I could have seen it. When I give you my powers, I'll end up giving up my own life... When you get older I do not wish for you to blame this on yourself... You have done nothing wrong my dear child. I haven't heard you crying in 2 days... My pure innocent child who was crying throughout this disaster. I wish you could have remembered the beauty of this world before evil stroke. I want you to learn to use my powers and survive and learn how to time travel. Meaning learning how to teleport. I want you go to a different place. Do not come back here! Your life is precious to me... Make the most out of it... I want you to keep my diary entries. I started these entries from since you were born. I want you to remember these moments and live a life that is better than what was now our home... I believe in you my child... Goodbye, my beloved daughter, Star...!"

The mother gave her child the diary entries in her hand and gave her a kiss on her head. The baby stopped crying at that point. The mother was very moved by this and did not want to do this. But she never wanted her new born child to die after she just got life in the real world. She walked to the edge of what is left of the building she is currently standing on. She threw her child off this edge and caught her child using her powers; telekinesis. She was frightened at this point. She thought she had killed her daughter. But when she caught her, she sighed in relief.

Below her daughter was fire and lava burning at what seemed to look like a bottomless pit from where she was standing. She took her time and rested while holding her. She stared at her child before she began her process. Her tears were dripping down her face and burning herself as she begun the process. She concentrated all her thoughts of her giving her powers to her child and creating a bubble to protect her for life.

As she gives her powers to her daughter, she feels weak as she keeps giving more and more. Her mother used her last breath to sing a lullaby to her. The child stopped crying and heard this lullaby and was even found at the very end of most of her mother's diary entries. She felt her body drifting like the wind and found herself flying towards a fire tornado. She closed her eyes and still kept singing the lullaby until she faded away....

To be continued...