Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK ONE

Chapter 11 : Big Bear

Episode 11 :

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A sharp tap on the door pulls the teacher to her feet.

She opens it, revealing Mrs.

Callahan in her police uniform, her face set with purpose.

“May I collect my daughter?” she asks, her voice calm but urgent.

“There’s a gathering at the park—a search party for a missing child.

I’d like Eileen to join.” “Of course,” the teacher says, her tone somber.

“I hope they find the child.” She nods toward Eileen, who grabs her backpack and steps into the hall. Roxana and Ella are already waiting outside, their expressions a mix of confusion and apprehension.

They fall into step behind Eileen and her mom, the school’s fluorescent lights casting long shadows as they exit into the crisp May air. In the patrol car, the radio crackles with updates about the search.

Ella leans forward, her voice tentative.

“What’s this about? Why do they want *us* to help?” “I was wondering that myself,” Mrs.

Callahan says, her eyes fixed on the road.

“Police, fire, Army Rangers—they’re all there with dogs and helicopters.

There’s also a Navy team, and their commander requested you three by name.

How does he know you? What can three girls do?” Eileen shifts uncomfortably.

“He came to school, trying to recruit us for some Navy ROTC program for gifted students.

We told him to come back next year, when we’re in high school.” Mrs.

Callahan’s brow furrows.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Does your dad know?” “He seemed… off,” Ella says, choosing her words carefully.

“His story didn’t add up, so we brushed him off to get rid of him.” “Off how?” Mrs.

Callahan presses.

“Stranger-danger off?” “Not like a creep in a van,” Roxana says.

“More like… government-secret-program creepy.

Like he wanted us to be spies or something.

It freaked us out.” “I see,” Mrs.

Callahan says, her tone tightening.

“I’ll have your dad look into him.” “Please don’t!” Eileen pleads.

“Dad’ll get all excited about us in uniforms.

We don’t care about military stuff—it’s not our thing.” “You’re young to make those calls, but waiting was smart,” Mrs.

Callahan says, pulling into the park’s crowded lot.

“We’re here.

Let’s see what’s going on.” The park teems with activity—searchers fan out across the grassy fields, their neon vests bright against the late spring green.

Beyond the park, another group treks into the wooded hills, their voices faint.

A military helicopter thunders overhead, its blades slicing the air.

Commander Beaker, in his crisp Navy uniform, hurries toward them, his smile too polished. “Hello, girls,” he says, nodding to Mrs.

Callahan.

“Thank you for coming.

We need your help.

A two-year-old boy vanished right in front of his parents—no trace in the park or hills.

Can you guide us where to look?” Mrs.

Callahan’s eyes narrow, her expression a mix of disbelief and suspicion.

The girls exchange glances, a silent conversation passing between them, their faces tense.

Ella finally speaks, her voice steady but laced with unease.

“Probably a silent vortex.

This area has underground crystalline structures—quartz, other minerals.

That high peak beyond the hills.” She points to a distant ridge, its silhouette sharp against the sky. Mrs.

Callahan’s jaw drops.

“That peak’s nearly four miles away.

A two-year-old couldn’t get there alone.

Are you suggesting he was abducted? What am I saying? How do you know about crystalline structures and vortexes?” “We study this in science class,” Roxana says quickly, her tone unconvincing. Beaker’s voice crackles through a field phone, heated.

“I’m not kidding!” A Marine helicopter banks toward the peak, an Army chopper trailing behind.

The girls retreat to the shade of an ancient oak, its gnarled branches offering a sliver of calm.

They sit in silence, the weight of Beaker’s request pressing down. An hour later, Beaker approaches Mrs.

Callahan, his expression softer.

“Thank you, Officer, for bringing the girls.

The boy’s been found—safe.

He said a ‘big bear’ took him there and protected him.

Sounds like a toddler’s imagination, right? Here’s my number.

I owe the girls dinner—or anything they’d like.” Mrs.

Callahan drives home in stunned silence, the girls in the backseat exchanging wary glances.

School’s nearly out, so she doesn’t bother returning.

At home, she turns to them, her voice shaky.

“Girls, that wasn’t science class.

What just happened? How did you know where to look?” “Please, Mom,” Eileen says gently.

“Let it go.

This isn’t your thing.

Ask Dad—he gets this stuff.” Mrs.

Callahan stares, her confusion tinged with fear, as if seeing her daughter—and her friends—for the first time.

They head inside, the house’s warmth a stark contrast to her unease. At dinner, Mr.

Callahan’s excitement fills the room.

“Navy? ROTC? Dinner?” he says, grinning.

“Call him! Let’s hit that lobster place the girls love.

Invite the commander!” “This isn’t a joke,” Mrs.

Callahan snaps, her voice tight.

“Something’s wrong with the girls.

It’s weird—serious weird.” “I’m taking it seriously,” Mr.

Callahan says, patting her shoulder.

“A free lobster dinner is always serious.

I’ll talk to Beaker and figure it out.

Don’t worry.” “Here’s his number,” Mrs.

Callahan says, tossing a card onto the table.

“Call him yourself.

I’m tired of being treated like a child—even by the girls.” She storms upstairs, her footsteps heavy. At the lobster restaurant, the girls sit stiffly at a candlelit table, the scent of butter and seafood doing little to ease their nerves.

Commander Beaker arrives, shaking Mr.

Callahan’s hand before settling in.

The menus lie untouched as Mr.

Callahan leans forward, his voice low.

“He knows, doesn’t he?” “He knows something,” Ella says, her tone guarded. “We’ve been tracking the entity for weeks,” Beaker says, his voice smooth but clinical.

“Good thing the Navy has jurisdiction, or the entity—and your girls—could vanish, never to be found.” “Is it *that* dangerous?” Mr.

Callahan asks, his face tightening.

“Mil-lab dangerous?” “Worse,” Beaker says.

“That’s why we wanted them in our program.

If they need to disappear, we can do it safely, without harming the juvenile entity or the girls.” Mr.

Callahan nods slowly.

“I didn’t realize it was that serious.

Helana, care to introduce yourself?” “I’ll speak for her,” Ella cuts in.

“She’s not feeling well.

All this drama’s exhausting.” “Is she more visible? Heavier?” Beaker asks, his eyes narrowing. “Why?” Ella snaps, her stare piercing. Beaker leans forward, his voice low.

“Her kind comes from a dimension billions of times less dense than ours.

They visit briefly, observe, and leave.

Staying too long is dangerous.

Our dimension’s density infuses their body, making them too heavy to return.

Every particle in her form has absorbed our energy.

If she tried to go back now, she’d explode—like a nuclear bomb.

If Helana’s weak, it’s likely started.” Ella pales, her breath catching.

“Oh no,” she whispers, her voice breaking.

“Helana, I’m so sorry.

I messed up keeping you here.

What do we do? Is she going to die?” “With care, she won’t,” Beaker says.

“Over time, she’ll grow denser, reaching normal size.

We have scalar wave treatments to accelerate it, but we must be cautious.

Other groups—entities—might want to harvest her.

She’s revealed forbidden knowledge.

We need to hide you all somewhere safe.” “She’s freaking out,” Roxana says, her voice trembling.

“I can feel it.” “She’s crying,” Ella adds, tears in her eyes.

“She wants to talk to her parents, to say she’s sorry.” “Our remote viewer contacted her parents,” Beaker says.

“That’s how we knew she was here.

They’re sad, not angry.

Helana planned to return instantly, unnoticed, but got stuck, and her timeline shifted.

Her parents visit often, watching from a distance.

They approve of you, Mr.

Callahan, as her guardian and will support her.

They love her deeply.” “So what do we do?” Eileen asks.

“How do we care for our new sister?” “Join our program,” Beaker says.

“We’ll keep you safe, aid Helana’s transformation, create an identity so she’s not an alien, and train you all.

Helana’s taught you telepathy—that’ll grow.

You’ll share her abilities, and she’ll gain yours.

Soon, you’ll be extraordinary, with powers beyond most humans.” “The Navy sees you as a priority,” he continues.

“Helana’s parents told us of your role in our future—a potential destiny she helped create by coming here.

Her presence is a gift to humanity, a chance we can’t miss.

You four will make this world better.” “That’s a huge responsibility for young girls,” Mr.

Callahan says, his voice heavy.

“Are there others like them?” “We hope so,” Beaker says.

“But these are the first we’ve found.

They’re special, and we’re committing all resources to support them.” “The waitress is staring,” Eileen says, breaking the tension.

“Can we order? I’m starving.

And how do we feed Helana?” “She’s not a doll!” Ella snaps at Eileen, her protective instinct flaring. “Will you take her to a secret base and study her?” Roxana asks, her voice sharp. “Absolutely not,” Beaker says.

“You must stay together—your bond is vital.

We want all four of you at our facilities.

You’ll travel the world—aircraft carriers, exotic ports, maybe space.

Ella, you love science—you’ll see cutting-edge tech.

But we’ll reintegrate you into normal life—high school, college.

A military career’s optional.” “Can the transformation happen in three months?” Mr.

Callahan asks.

“They have summer vacation.

If we pitch this as a summer program, I can convince the other parents.

Longer, and it’ll be tough—they might get split up.” “We’ll take what we can get,” Beaker says.

“Let’s meet with the parents soon.

Time’s critical.” --- Later, in the quiet of her room, Ella opens her diary, the day’s events swirling in her mind.

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My Sister, My Twin

Ella becomes intensely possessive of Helana, a mysterious girl who looks like her twin, insisting her family adopt Helana instead of letting her stay with Eileen's family who are currently fostering her. As Helana struggles to learn English at their new high school, she secretly takes her three friends—Ella, Eileen, and Roxana—to a spiritual `night school` where they meet her parents and begin learning otherworldly knowledge they'll remember upon waking.

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