Sonar The Crashing

By B. Truly

Is it more than déjà vu? With the Romeland family it may be destined to be true.

Life on Earth is not the only place where devastation occurs and hard choices must be made. The Royal 4 of Kadan live in the Sonar galaxy, three hundred million light years from Earth. They travel to Earth to obtain the resources that they need to give their world a fighting chance. Their mission is compromised and they're faced with life changing events.
The mind is a complex mystery. Syira struggles with who she has become and the strange dreams that start to unfold. With no memory of her past, Syira wonders if it's more than a dream, or is it déjà vu? When secrets unravel in her life, it's a chaotic cyclone.

Shiray is frantic when she is the first to discover their true destiny and that the love of her life no longer remembers who she is. Shiray has to determine if she will fight for him or let him go. Either choice holds consequences, but she must find a way to restore her family before all is lost. They must prevail because the fate of their planet lies in their hands.

What would you do if you had amnesia but fell in love, only to learn upon regaining your memory, that you're already married?
Find out in this New Adult, Sci-fi, Romance Thriller!

• Language: English
• Publisher: B. Truly
• Release date: Apr 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311198693

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Epilogue 1

Epilogue 2

Dedication

To my family, husband, and friends, who are the backbone which defines who I am today. A special dedication goes out to my son Jamail Gaines who listened and gave me advice for my story for the last two years. Also to my mother Dianna Simpson and sister Deana Simpson who helped me with the process of preparing my novel. A special dedication to Kathleen Montemayor, who is my writing partner. She’s helped me with the ideas that have turned my series into what it is today.

Prologue

* * * * * * * Kadan * * * * * * *

There has always been the question of someone else being out there in the unknown galaxies. Truth be told, there is not just another species. But there is an all-out war escalating in the Sonar galaxy.

Sonar consists of three planets. Hydrocesis is the smallest of the three. Its entire surface consists of water. The second planet, Polaris, is a glacier planet made up of mostly rocks and mountains. The temperatures remain below freezing and the planet has ice on the surface year-round. Blizzards and snowstorms occur there often. Life on this planet has to live underground to protect them from the harsh weather. Kadan, the largest of the three planets, is most similar to Earth.

My planet Kadan, explores divergent universes and different planets by traveling in our spacecraft. We’re able to study planets and galaxies by using our satellite cameras, sending them by hyper drive. There is new footage to view and observe on a daily basis. The satellites give us instant live footage once it reaches its destination. They chart the atmosphere components, as well as give us details about the physics and dynamics of a planet. There’s hundreds of our satellites spread out around Earth, which we have been studying for thousands of years. Our technology is far more advanced, so Earth is not able to detect them. No Kadanan has actually been to that domain because we do not want to interact with another species if it can be avoided. Earth holds our interest because humans are so anatomically similar. But the majority of my race considers us as superior beings.

The satellites also allow us to learn all of the different languages around the planet.

There are similarities between Kadan and Earth. Kadan has trees and hills, lakes and mountains. Our atmosphere consists mostly of oxygen and nitrogen.

On the contrary, we differ in many ways. Every being on Kadan is born with a special gift and some have multiple powers. From telekinesis to mind manipulation, creating force fields to conjuring lightning bolts and the list goes on. The seasons on Kadan are similar to Earth’s, but the calendar and the passage of time do not convert to Earth’s. Years on Earth is only months on Kadan, but our calendar system also has twelve months to a year. We age much more slowly than humans, a life span equivalent to hundreds of years.

The war with our neighboring planet, Polaris, grew worrisome. We feared we may lose our planet, and the king became desperate. A special crew is deploying so we can obtain the resources we need to turn this battle around. Earth was the one place that could deliver our redemption. Earth was 300 million light years away, and our mission was about to unfold.

As we boarded the ship, I told Bryan through my mind that I was frightened. He kissed my forehead.

Don’t be scared, Shiray.

One of my gifts was that I could communicate to others in their minds, but this was a common trait throughout my race. My other powers were mind-warp, which gave me the ability to make people see things that were not there or cause them pain.

We soared through space, no one knowing the outcome of our journey. My instincts were weary. Not far from Earth, I was flying our spacecraft when suddenly, the numbers read weirdly. I nudged Nile, who was sitting next to me.

Nile, look at this. The numbers are flying off the grid.

What’s going on? he asked, glancing at the monitor. Get Bryan up here!

Bryan, come to the cockpit quick! He came rushing in.

What’s wrong? Bryan asked.

Something’s wrong with the system, Nile replied.

Shiray, I think Syira is asleep. Tell her about the situation, Bryan said.

Syira, Syira…can you hear me?

Yes, what’s wrong Shiray?

There’s an emergency. Go down to the boiler room and see if there is a leak or something.

All right, I am going now.

Syira’s going to check out the boiler room to see if there is a malfunction, I relayed.

Just then the sirens sounded. What the hell is happening? Nile yelled.

I don’t have a clue, I said.

We scurried around pushing buttons, trying to determine the source of the problem. Syira came running into the cockpit.

It’s haywire down there. Sparks are splaying everywhere. I don’t know why.

The ship began making funny noises, then rocking. Did a Polar sabotage our ship? Nile asked.

No one answered. I felt my eyes opening wider, scared out of my mind!

We need to get word back to Kadan, Bryan said. Nile, hit the distress signal.

I’m not sure if they will even receive the signal with the system overload, but I will try.

We’re not far from Earth, so we should make it there, Bryan said.

A deafening siren reverberated through the compartment. The ship did a somersault. I tried to take control of the craft but couldn’t. The system wasn’t responding. I flipped over, hitting my head hard, everything was a blur. Nile made a desperate attempt to regain command of the craft.

We are going down! We’re going down! Nile yelled.

Hit the autopilot, Nile, so we can land in Earth’s atmosphere. And not get lost in space, hurry! Bryan shouted.

Bryan, Shiray is hurt! Help her! Syira screamed.

Shiray, Sweetheart, are you hurt? he asked, trying to make his way over to where I was laying on the floor. That was the last thing I remembered. The ship plummeted into Earth’s atmosphere and our lives were left in fates hand.

Chapter 1

* * * * * * * Syira * * * * * * *

My alarm went off for school. I hit the snooze and turned over. It went off a couple more times before I finally got up. Considering all I had been through with my amnesia, I still enjoyed high school. It was October of 2013, and school had recently started back. My older brother Jason was a senior, and my twin brother Jaden and I were in the eleventh grade. Social services told us we were twins, but in my heart I knew we were not twins, and I was older. None of us knew our real names, our ages, where we came from, or who our real parents were. We were found by police officers over two years ago walking around disoriented outside of Boulder, Colorado. None of us could remember anything before we were found. All we remember was waking up in a valley. We were found and sent to a foster home. After months of searching they could not find any information on any of us. Then we were sent to live with foster parents.

The Alans, our foster parents were great considering they had taken on three teenagers. They couldn’t have children of their own, so they decided to raise foster kids. My foster mother was a pharmacist. My foster father, a lawyer. Our foster parents were very kind to us. They both worked late hours during the week, but we spent a lot of time together on the weekend.

We attended school at Cashmere High and lived in Denver, Colorado. We had all gotten used to our lives. It was so hard not remembering anything from our childhood and not knowing anything up until a few years ago. But we were starting to let go and accept we may never get our real identities back. My twin brother and I are seventeen. My brother Jason had recently turned eighteen. No one knew our real birthdays, of course, so they just chose them for us.

We had all began having these strange dreams of a planet with red dusty dirt, a purple sky, and three moons; so beautiful. The weird thing was; when I’d told my dreams to my brothers when they first occurred, they were perplexed. Then they both admitted they’d been having the same dreams.

One night in October, I found myself walking on the red planet again in my dreams. I looked up in the sky at the three moon … astonishing. The moon in the center was a purplish-blue color. The two moons that surrounded it were light pink. They formed the shape of a triangle in the sky. Where was this mysterious planet that seemed so real to me in my dreams? As I walked a little farther, there were trees and grass. I came to a stream, and I felt the water. It felt different than the water on earth, thicker. I glanced up, and there was a huge palace. My mouth dropped open. I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I wondered who stayed there, then I woke up in a cold sweat. These dreams were getting intense. Almost every night I had this mysterious dream. It was a sense of déjà vu, like I’d been there before. That was a crazy thought. It was impossible for a place like that to even exist.

The next day in school, I was looking forward to my Advanced Biology fourth period class. Not for the subject, the class was a piece of cake. My brothers and I never studied for tests and halfway paid attention in class, but we passed every subject with A-pluses. Jason was graduating valedictorian. He had a perfect 5.0 grade point average. Jaden and I were well on our way following in his footsteps. The reason I looked forward to fourth period everyday was because of Xavier. He was this guy I was crazy about. I think he was the only guy in school who really didn’t pay me much attention. He was cordial, but that was about it. He was in a relationship with a girl named Leslie. I guess I liked him so much because I couldn’t have him, but it just made me want him more. Xavier was very good looking, around six feet tall with dark brown eyes and blond hair. He was very muscular with a flawless face and a gorgeous smile. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. I sat next to him in class. Jason had a crush on a girl named Melanie. He said she reminded him of someone. I felt as if Xavier reminded me of someone, also.

The bell rang. Darn it, I was late again. I tried to stroll into class quietly.

That will be another detention for you, Ms. Alan, Mrs. Stamm said, in front of the whole class. I rolled my eyes and made my way to my seat. Everyone laughed, I was so embarrassed. She always called me by my last name. She was so mean, especially to me. Old hag.

I took my seat next to Xavier. I glanced up, and he was staring at me, amused. I smiled at him, and he beamed back. It made me feel all warm inside.

After the bell rang to signal the end of class, I waited for everyone to leave before I got up. Xavier stayed behind, too.

Are you all right, Harmony?

My throat was dry. I couldn’t even talk to him. No guy had ever made me feel like this. I couldn’t stand it. My palms were starting to sweat.

I cleared my throat. Yes.

She was wrong for embarrassing you.

I don’t know what her problem is, but I’m fine.

Any man in his right mind can see that, he said, a sarcastic smile playing across his lips. Was he flirting with me? My face turned beet red.

You’re blushing, he relayed, teasing. I couldn’t stop. He was such a charmer, so smooth. I walked off not knowing what else to do. I was getting redder by the minute.

That night I went to sleep with a smile on my face thinking about Xavier. I awoke at one in the morning to someone knocking on my door.

Who is it? I said drowsily.

It’s Jason.

Come in. He opened the door slowly. "Jason, what’s wrong?

I need to talk to you.

Sure, tell me what’s on your mind.

Well, I was sleeping, but I wasn’t sleeping.

Okay, you’ve already lost me.

I was dreaming, but it seemed like I was awake. I saw the same palace you were telling Jaden and me about.

My eyes widened. That is strange. But considering we have all been having the same dreams, I guess it’s not so weird.

I don’t know what to make of us having the same dreams, it’s beyond weird.

All I remember is waking up in the middle of nowhere with you and Jaden. I didn’t know who I was, but knew you and Jaden were my brothers.

That’s all I remember, too.

The police never found any record of us, or at least that’s what they’re telling us. I want to know who our real parents are.

Harmony, we may never find out.

We have a right to know.

Maybe we should just let the past go.

Jason … are Jaden and I twins?

Yes. Well… he looked down, No, you are not.

How do you know we are not twins? It’s what the police and foster home assumed, because we look so much alike.

I just know.

I know we aren’t either. I also know that I am older.

Maybe we can call Dempstead Foster home and see if they can give us any additional information.

It’s a start, I yawned

All right, I won’t keep you up any longer.

Goodnight. Try to get some sleep.

We may not like what we found if we started searching for answers. But they could be the missing pieces to the puzzle, of our missing lives. We loved our foster parents, but we all wanted to know our real family. I was hoping for a good junior year, but something was telling me it was going to be complicated. I sighed, closing my eyes.

The homecoming dance was coming up, and my fellow classmates were buzzing about it. I didn’t have a date. I could have found one, but I wanted to go with Xavier. I had already turned down several guys, so it was my own fault I didn’t have a date.

Our football team was pretty good. We ended up winning our homecoming game. The dance was setup in the gym; which, to my surprise, was decorated nicely. The theme was 70’s disco. Bright rays of light sparkled from several circular balls, spinning from the ceiling. The various colors of light danced across my violet dress which flowed to my ankles. I loved my dress. The thin spaghetti straps and fitted bodice accentuated my curves.

I strolled to the food line for some punch. Jason was standing there all goo-goo eyes at Melanie, who was across the dance floor with her friends. I knew he felt as I did about Xavier. He’d told me Melanie reminded him of someone. Melanie was very pretty. And being that she recently moved from Australia, she had a strong attractive accent. She was five feet three inches in height with a petite frame. Her eyes were light green, and she had a fair skin complexion. Her hair was blonde; it was long and naturally wavy. It seemed she was into my brother also. They would check each other out when they thought that the other wasn’t looking.

Jason, enough is enough. If you don’t go over there and ask her to dance, I’m going to embarrass you, I said.

All right. I will ask her to dance.

He strolled over to her. I saw her smile and say yes. Then they dashed to the dance floor and started slow dancing.

Greg, a guy from one of my classes, came up to me.

Would you like to dance, Harmony?

He was cute, but I was hoping Xavier would have asked me to dance.

Sure, Greg. We walked to the floor. I glanced over at Jason and Melanie. She leaned her head on his chest. How sweet. Then I saw Xavier with Leslie and wanted to throw up.

Maybe I can take you to a movie sometime, Greg said.

What did you say? I asked. My mind still on Xavier.

Would you like to go to the movies with me?

Why not? I thought. Sure.

You’re going to have to give me your number after the dance.

So I did.

Jason and Melanie left together. They must have really hit it off. I drove home and got ready for bed. At two in the morning I heard somebody tapping on my window. Who in the world is that? I looked out of the curtain.

Jason, what the hell are you doing out there at this hour?

Let me in!

I opened the window, and he climbed in. Where have you been, Jason?

With Melanie you know that.

Wow! What were you guys doing?

We were talking at the park.

Seriously, you were just talking?

I promise. We didn’t even kiss.

It isn’t that much to talk about in the world. Are you telling me the truth?

It’s like we have this connection. She says I’m different, like I’m from another world.

That’s great things are going so smoothly, Jason.

Yeah, I like her a lot. Were our parents sleeping when you got here?

Yes.

Thanks for letting me in. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

The following week Jason and Melanie were always together at school. They really did have a connection. On Friday they were going on a double date with her friends Ebony and Scott.

I had the most horrifying nightmare on Saturday night. It had to be due to watching the Star Wars prequel with my brothers. This dream was different than the others I’d been having. It was not serene or peaceful. It was chaotic and terrifying.

There was a deafening bang. I trembled and jerked my head around in dismay. I was sitting in some sort of cockpit with my brothers. I glanced out the windshield and my eyes bulged out of their sockets. We were in outer space and Earth was on the horizon. The ship started to tumble out of control into Earth’s atmosphere. Jaden frantically beat on the dashboard. Another loud screeching noise was accompanied by an earsplitting sound. What in God’s name was going on? The ship somersaulted, and I held on for dear life. I glanced at the floor and saw Jason passed out. I wanted to go to him, but the ship began to rock harder, to the point I thought it might explode. Jaden looked at me with his brows furrowed His expression full of terror. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Fear overwhelmed me. I tried to beat it down. I squeezed my eyes shut and said a silent prayer.

My heart pounded in my chest as my eyes flew open. It was only a dream, I chanted, but it seemed so real. I made a mental note not to watch any more Sci-fi movies.

For the rest of the weekend, I couldn’t shake the nightmare of us in outer space. I didn’t dare share this dream with my brothers. Every time I thought about it, I got chills and my chest tightened. It was best to forget about it. I had amnesia, and like the doctor we had all been seeing said: the mind was a mysterious masterpiece. He also told us sometimes the mind protected itself, and that we might get our memories back when our mind was ready.

On Monday, I was happy to be back in school. I needed the distraction from my troubled thoughts.

After school my friend Trisha came up to me. Harmony, come over here. There’s a little friction going on.

I went over to her and peeked around the corner to where she was looking. Xavier and Leslie were arguing.

Damn it, I can’t hear anything, Trisha said. I listened, and could hear them perfectly clearly. It was like I was right in front of them.

I can hear them clearly, I stated, blankly.

But how? We are too far away, she asked. She was right. I had no idea how I could hear them. We were far away. Be quiet, I hushed her.

Do you want to tell me where you really were Friday night, Leslie? Xavier asked, folding his arms across his chest.

I told you. I spent the night at Jennifer’s house, she said.

Stop lying, Leslie! I followed you. I went to Loews, and I saw you.

The color left her face. She looked sick. Are you going to say something?

She started crying. Typical, I thought. You followed me? she asked.

I already told you that. I’ve been hearing things, so I decided to see for myself.

She still didn’t say anything. Why do you keep staring are me, Xavier? What is it you want me to say?

I guess nothing. Everything you’ve done speaks for itself. We’re through.

I smiled. They broke up, Trisha.

For real? But I still don’t see how you could hear anything.

It doesn’t matter, I said. Poor, Xavier. He’s going to need some help getting over her.

And I’m sure you’re just the women to do it, right?

I winked at her as I strolled off. Xavier’s and I could be friends for now. If something happened, then it would play itself out. I had enough to figure out with my Jedi dreams. It was also the fact I didn’t even know who I truly was.

Chapter 2

* * * * * * * Shiray * * * * * * *

My name is Paige Montgomery. At least that became my name in 2011 when I was found right outside of Boulder, Colorado, wandering around, bruised up. I remembered nothing from my past. I couldn’t remember who my real parents were or anything from my childhood. So I was sent to a foster home. About six months later, I was sent to live with a foster family the Montgomery’s. We lived in Parker, Colorado. A year ago my foster father died in a car wreck. My foster mother has been a drunk ever since. Her breath always reeked with the smell of alcohol. Having amnesia was no fun; all I did was try to remember my past.

I hated school, but not because of the curriculum. The school work was easy, and I was in accelerated classes, which I aced. I just felt as if I didn’t belong. I had a couple of friends, but most people thought of me as weird, because I was so quiet and distant. Guys really didn’t talk to me often. Some had tried in the past, but I had declined them. I just wasn’t interested in a relationship, not with everything that was going on in my head and in my life. They had no idea I really didn’t know who I was and that I didn’t remember anything prior to a few years ago. I’d never shared that information with any of my friends. Only my foster mother, the people from the foster home, and my teachers knew. I didn’t care what people thought about me. I just wanted to get my memory back.

The first week of January 2014, I was really becoming frustrated with my amnesia. I had to know what happened in my past. Where was I born? What was my real name? How old was I? These questions drove me crazy.

Over the past several months, I had been having a recurring dream of a red planet with a purple sky and three moons. I wondered where this mysterious planet was. When I dreamt of this place I felt at peace and never wanted to wake up. During one of these dreams, someone came up behind me and kissed me on my neck. It sent a surge of electricity through my body. I turned around and there was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life. He towered over my five three height, a little over six feet, and smiled at me. Who is this gorgeous man?

Did I scare you? he asked me.

All I could do was stare at him, tongue tied. Then I woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. I couldn’t take much more; these dreams were becoming overwhelming. It felt like they were my past life or something. That was ridiculous. No wonder people thought I was weird. For the rest of the night I couldn’t sleep.

I decided I would talk to one of my teachers, Mr. Galvan, about it. He was a retired psychiatrist who taught my psychology class. Mr. Galvan seemed like a very knowledgeable person. He was of African-American origin, but I figured he must also be of Hispanic origin as well due to his last name. He also had a very nice texture of black, wavy hair. He was short and a little chubby. His eyes were dark brown, and he wore huge glasses.

The next day at school, I knocked on Mr. Galvan’s office door during lunch. Come in, he said.

I opened the door. Hello, Mr. Galvan. I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time.

Yes, Paige. Have a seat, please. I sat down with a huge lump in my throat. How may I be of service to you?

Mr. Galvan, you are aware that I have amnesia.

Yes, I am aware.

It is so frustrating not to know who I really am.

He looked puzzled. Well, Paige, it might be hard to remember things, especially if they were painful. The mind has a way of protecting itself. You could have gone through something so tragic your mind won’t let you remember.

Do you believe in past lives, Mr. Galvan?

No. I stared at the floor. Why do you ask?

I just wish I could make someone understand.

Paige, talk to me. You can trust me.

How do I know I can trust you?

What we talk about will remain confidential. But keeping it balled up inside is not going to help you.

Do you believe that dreams can be reality?

It depends on the circumstances. Dreams come from our subconscious.

What about in my case?

Your dreams could be pieces from your childhood memories. I didn’t say anything for a long time. Paige, can you please tell me what all of these questions you are asking mean?

I looked into his eyes, and they did look sincere. The thing is; I have never had a childhood memory. These dreams I have every night are as real to me as my talking to you right now. And it is getting hard for me to distinguish them from reality. In all of my dreams I’m around the age I am now, but I’m not here.

What are the surrounding areas like? Are you in another country?

No, you don’t understand. I am not on this planet. The dirt is red like on Mars, the sky is purple, and there are three moons. There is also this guy, and somehow I know we have a strong bond. Mr. Galvan, I can’t take it anymore. Every night for almost a year, these dreams occur in the same place. But it’s never the same dream. At first the other world was very faint, but each night it gets more detailed and feels more real. More real to me than sitting here right now. Mr. Galvan stared at me, at a loss for words.

Is there some way you can help me? I am not crazy, and I’m not making this up.

You are definitely not crazy. You’re very intelligent and the smartest student in all of my classes.

He leaned back in his chair with his hand under his chin in deep thought.

I could put you under.

Put me under? You mean hypnosis?

Yes.

Is that even safe?

Yes. I know how to do it.

At this point it doesn’t really matter. I am desperate for answers.

"Paige, this would have to be between me and you. I