Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK ONE

Chapter 2 : The Entity

Episode 2 : April 8 2019 Monday 8th grade

Copyright © 2019-2025 Gary Brandt. All rights reserved.

The first rays of sunlight filter through Ella’s curtains, signaling the start of a lazy Saturday morning.

It’s barely past dawn, but the promise of a school-free day fills the air with possibility.

Ella, Eileen, and Roxana stir from their makeshift beds, stretching and yawning as they begin their morning rituals—brushing teeth, untangling hair, and debating the day’s adventures, whether creative or delightfully mischievous.

The drama of last night’s encounter with Helana feels like a half-remembered dream, tucked away in the haze of sleep. Then Roxana freezes mid-brushstroke, her toothbrush hovering.

“Oh my gosh… did that really happen last night? Is the demon still here?” Ella blinks at her, her mind catching up.

“Uh, yeah.

It happened.

But she’s not a demon, Roxana.

We said the protection prayer—demons can’t stick around after that.

Helana? You here?” “Holy crap!” Eileen exclaims, her hand grazing the vintage Aladdin’s lamp perfume bottle on Ella’s makeup table.

“This thing’s cold as ice.

What the heck?” Ella rushes over, her fingers wrapping around the lamp.

It’s frigid, unnaturally so, like it’s been sitting in a freezer.

“She’s starving!” Ella says, her voice tinged with urgency.

“She must’ve run out of energy.

Come on, let’s touch the lamp to give her some of ours.”

“No way I’m touching that thing!” Roxana snaps, stepping back, her rosary beads clutched tightly.

Ella and Eileen exchange a glance, undeterred, and hold the lamp together.

After a moment, the chill fades, the glass warming under their touch.

A faint hum fills their minds, and Helana’s voice emerges, soft but clear, like a whisper from within.

“Thank you for breakfast, my lovely friends.

Now that you’ve trapped me here, you’ll need to feed me, or I’ll fade and disappear.

Don’t worry—I don’t eat much.” Roxana’s eyes narrow, her voice sharp with suspicion.

“She’s an energy vampire! If we keep feeding her, she’ll drain us dry and steal our souls.

In the name of Jesus, tell us who you really are!”

Helana’s tone remains gentle, unruffled.

“No need to worry, Roxana.

I understand your fear, and it’s valid.

I’m not so different from you.

I can choose to be good or evil, just as you can, and I choose good.

I’m essentially your age—a schoolgirl in my dimension, studying the histories of many realms, including yours.

When I learned about you three, I… I fell in love with your story and had to visit, to meet you at a time when we’d be the same age.

As for Jesus, He’s known by many names, and He governs this galaxie.

Nothing exists here without His permission, and I honor your devotion to Him.

By the way your soul can’t be stolen unless you give it away.”

Roxana’s grip on her beads doesn’t loosen.

“Are those words of truth or a trickster’s lies? I’ve heard about tricksters—they deceive to exploit.” “I could deceive you,” Helana admits, her voice earnest.

“But I choose not to.

I love you and would never betray you.

Judge me by my actions, not my words.

Over time, you’ll see I’m good.

The fact that you’ve trapped me here proves you hold the power in this domain, not me.

I’m just a visitor, not your genie granting wishes, but until you release me, I’ll be your friend—never your enemy.” Ella’s curiosity flares, her scientific mind whirring.

“You studied our history, which is our future, right? You said we’re legendary.

How? What makes us legendary?” Helana hesitates, her presence flickering like a candle in a draft.

“I’m not supposed to say much—it could disrupt your future, erase what’s meant to be.

But the seeds are already in your minds, so I’ll share this: Your world is entering a phase of profound transformation.

Politics, religion, science—all will shift dramatically.

You three will play pivotal roles.

Ella, you’ll transform science.

Eileen, you’ll reshape politics.

Roxana, you’ll redefine religion.

Your names will echo not just in this world but across many dimensions, including mine.

But don’t let it go to your heads.

You’ll work with others, and if your paths stray too far, you could be replaced.” Ella tilts her head, skeptical.

“If you’re just a kid like us, how do you know all this?” “Our schools are different,” Helana explains.

“We study the interconnectedness of existence—science, spirituality, governance—as one discipline.

It’s not so different from your schools, just… broader.” Eileen grins, tossing her hair.

“Well, it’s Saturday.

No school today!” Ella takes charge, her voice firm.

“Enough heavy stuff.

It’s Saturday—let’s hit the market.

My allowance came in.

Maybe there’s a new movie out.

Helana, you’re coming too.” “What do you mean, your allowance ‘came in’?” Eileen asks, raising an eyebrow. “Direct deposit,” Ella says with a shrug. “Dang, I only get cash,” Eileen grumbles.

“No good for downloading music.” “We’ll swing by your place for your cash,” Ella says, grabbing the lamp as they head out.

“Helana, you can ride in my purse.” The Marketplace is the heart of their neighborhood, a bustling square where kids rule on Saturdays.

Bicycles lean against racks, their wheels glinting in the sun.

The air hums with the chatter of teens, the clink of coins at the arcade, and the scent of fresh pretzels from a nearby stand.

There’s a library for Ella’s bookish moments, a bank for cash withdrawals, shops for browsing, fast-food joints, and a movie theater that’s the crown jewel of their weekend plans. “Should we tell our friends about Helana?” Eileen asks, her eyes scanning the crowd. “No way!” Ella says sharply.

Roxana nods vigorously.

“Not even, ever.

It’s our secret.” Helana’s voice chimes in their heads.

“You’re wise to keep me hidden.

If others knew, it could spark chaos—a mob of curious kids.

You’d have to send me home.

I’m invisible to them anyway; they’d think you’re crazy.” “Why are you invisible to them?” Ella asks, intrigued. “I choose to be,” Helana replies.

“I came for you, not them.” “Then why did *we* see you?” Eileen presses. Helana’s voice turns sheepish, almost pouty.

“I messed up.

I love you three so much, I couldn’t help it.

I wanted to be part of your world, your… what do you call it? Fangirling? It was foolish.

You can send me home if you want.

I shouldn’t have crashed your crew.” “Aww, that’s sweet!” Eileen says, grinning.

“We’re celebrities!” Ella’s expression softens, but concern lingers.

“You’re gonna be in big trouble when you get home, aren’t you?” “You have no idea,” Helana whimpers, her voice small. “Well, we forgive you,” Eileen says, smirking.

“You’d better hang with us for a bit before you go home and get your butt kicked—if you even have a butt in your dimension.” The girls settle at an outdoor table with ice cream cones, the creamy sweetness a perfect match for the warm day.

They watch the parade of neighborhood kids—some on bikes, others laughing in clumps—while sneaking glances at passing boys. “Hey, Helana,” Eileen calls, licking her cone.

“Do you have ice cream where you come from?” “We have similar treats when we’re in physical form,” Helana says, “but nothing like yours.

I can’t taste it here—it’s beyond my reach.” Ella perks up, her curiosity piqued.

“Since you’re telepathic, can’t you taste what we taste?” If Helana could blush, she’d be scarlet.

“Oh my gosh, no! That’s… intimate.

To taste what you taste, I’d have to merge with you, feel everything you feel.

It’d be like… well, too close.

I love you, but not *that* way.” Ella’s cheeks flush.

“Yeah, never asking that again.

Guess some things here are just for us.” Eileen giggles, and Roxana pretends she heard nothing, focusing intently on her ice cream. A group of teens with towels slung over their shoulders passes by, heading toward the school gym.

Eileen’s eyes light up.

“The swim team’s practicing today! Let’s grab our suits and go swimming.” “No way,” Ella says firmly.

“There’s no supervision today.

Mom would kill me.” “The swim team’s there, and their coach,” Eileen argues, her voice pleading. “You mean that high school boy you like is there,” Ella shoots back, her eyes narrowing.

“The coach is supervising them, not us.” “Can’t your mom come watch us?” Eileen begs.

“Please?” Ella shakes her head.

“She’s busy, and even if she came, you’d get ‘the speech.’ ‘Three pretty middle school girls in bathing suits around older boys? Not a good idea.’ That’s what she’d say.” Roxana nods.

“I agree.

It’s not safe.” “Oh, come on!” Eileen groans.

“I’m not gonna flirt with some high school guy.

I just want to swim!” Ella’s voice hardens.

“No.

Those boys stare and make fun of us, and you like it for some reason.

It’s not happening today.

And don’t you dare go alone.” Eileen huffs, frustrated but unwilling to fight.

“Helana, do you have these problems in your dimension? Friends who ruin your fun?” “Sometimes,” Helana admits.

“But don’t be too hard on Ella.

What you want is risky, and you’re not ready for it.

Trust the ones who love you—they’re keeping you safe.” “You all sound like my mom,” Eileen mutters.

“Can we just go somewhere else? Like the park to feed the ducks or something lame like that?” “I’d love to meet these ducks,” Helana says, her voice brightening. Ella and Roxana follow Eileen, who stomps toward the park, her pout visible from a mile away. At the park, the girls settle by the pond, tossing bits of bread to the ducks and geese gliding across the water.

The sun warms their shoulders, and the gentle quacking creates a soothing backdrop.

It’s the perfect moment to dig deeper into their new friend. “Helana, I’m sorry about Eileen,” Ella says, glancing at her friend sulking by the water’s edge.

“She gets like this when she doesn’t get her way.

Lately, it’s all about boys.

I hope she doesn’t get herself in trouble.” “No need to apologize,” Helana says warmly.

“I understand teenage angst.

Our desires in my dimension aren’t so… romantic, but they’re just as intense.

Parents and friends guide you to safe paths.

Eileen may be mad now, but that anger comes from love.

With your support, she’ll stay safe—and one day, she’ll keep you safe too.” “You sound like an old philosopher,” Ella says, half-teasing.

“How do you know all this?” “It’s indoctrination,” Helana admits.

“I’m mostly repeating what I’ve learned in school.

Your disciplines—science, religion, politics—are separate.

In my world, they’re one.

I share what I’ve been taught, but if you ask how much I believe, I’m not sure.

My experience suggests it’s closer to the truth than anything I could figure out alone.

Test what I say for yourself.” Ella leans forward, curious.

“Can you see the ducks, or do you just know they’re there?” “I see them,” Helana says. “How?” Ella presses.

“You’re just smoke here, no eyes.

How do you see?” “It’s hard to explain,” Helana begins.

“I’m more than smoke—I’m a complete entity with a body like yours, but out of phase with your dimension.

My physical form extends beyond what you can perceive, so I’m either invisible or a wisp of energy.

My physical eyes struggle to see here; your light mostly passes through.

But I’m also a spiritual being, like you.

My spiritual senses let me see in all directions, inside things, even through time to an extent.

Your reality is richer, though—deeper, more intense.

I’m a little jealous.” “You have a body?” Ella’s eyes widen.

“I want to see you, the real you.” “I’m working on it,” Helana says, hesitant.

“Your dimension is energy-dense, and I’m struggling to manifest.

I’d be… naked, and I’d be embarrassed if you didn’t like what you saw.

I’ll try to form an outfit, but it’ll be faint, translucent.

Manifesting fully takes more energy than I have.” Ella laughs.

“Don’t worry, we don’t judge appearances.

But when we’re naked, please turn off that 360-degree vision.

I’m not cool with that.” “Of course!” Helana says.

“I’d never invade your privacy.

If I spot any peeping entities—and some do try—I’ll chase them off.” “Thanks,” Ella says, grinning.

“I knew you’d be a good friend.” Ella’s phone buzzes with a text from her mom: *Dinner’s ready.

Come home.* The girls gather their things and head back, the lamp tucked safely in Ella’s purse.

Later, in the quiet of her room, Ella opens her diary, her thoughts spilling onto the page.

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NEXT >> Chapter 3
History Class

Ella, a middle school student, discovers she can communicate telepathically with Helana, an alien being who teaches her about invisible parasitic entities that feed on human emotions and infest their school. When Ella and her friends attempt to help cleanse these `bugs` from infected students using visualization and love, their strange behavior draws unwanted attention from the gothic `Sisters of Darkness, ` who threaten them with cryptic warnings about knowing their true nature.

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Thirteen-year-old Ella and her best friends Eileen and Roxana encounter an interdimensional being named Helana during a sleepover, who appears as different benevolent figures to each girl and reveals glimpses of their legendary futures. When Helana tries to leave after accidentally revealing herself and disrupting their timelines, Ella cleverly traps the entity by claiming authority over her domain, forcing Helana to stay as their `genie in a bottle` despite her pleas to return home.

FIRST Chapter 0 Sleep Over

Thirteen-year-old Ella and her best friends Eileen and Roxana encounter an interdimensional being named Helana during a sleepover, who appears as different benevolent figures to each girl and reveals glimpses of their legendary futures. When Helana tries to leave after accidentally revealing herself and disrupting their timelines, Ella cleverly traps the entity by claiming authority over her domain, forcing Helana to stay as their `genie in a bottle` despite her pleas to return home.