Rhianon Luna Sees Beyond The Mythology

By Kristina Evans

Jordan Turner once lived amongst us. His mission was to protect my mother but once his soul merged with another brain and body, he forgot his purpose. A destiny became apparent but he was not meant to interfere with an unborn child.
His actions left me, living a trapped life, wondering why I had a mother who kept secrets. Horses helped with my escape and once I connected with the energy from the moon, other beings appeared. They provided truth which we consider tales.
Now, I live a life most consider lunacy and I share my story of when I lived amongst you as Rhianon Luna.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristina Evans
• Release date: Oct 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005369187

Kristina Evans

Kristina Evans spent her childhood in Wales and while the adults shared stories at the local pub, she stayed at home with spirits of a different kind. Her grandmother provided protection but the experience remained until the family moved to Australia. Kristina learned how to block out the supernatural and being busy helped to strengthen the barrier.As time passed, energies tried to make contact and signs were provided but always ignored. Then a change of events found the author writing. Kristina was asked to work in a shop and experienced boredom. Trying to keep busy was impossible so she took up reading and heard the voice. Hoping that it was the chatterbox in her head going into overdrive, she turned to scrap-booking and wrote in her daughter's book.For a moment, the voice was gone but once pen was put to paper, she knew she was no longer writing about her daughter. The spirit came through with her message for others so Kristina left the shop and opened a laptop to allow spirits to share their stories of what they learnt when they lived amongst us.

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Chapter one

Through Rhianon’s eyes

‘Rhianon Luna…hello! Is there anyone in that head of yours? Rhianon, Rhianon!’ Gwen repeatedly called out for my attention, but she may as well have been speaking to the glass window of the unfinished house that stood before me.

I could hear her cries of annoyance, but I was unable to answer her. It was as if my body had been separated from my soul and my brain had lost control. My lack of attention infuriated her so my other friend, Delyth intervened, ‘Leave her alone. Whatever you have to say will fall on deaf ears so give up.’

‘Can’t you try to get her to listen?’ begged Gwen. ‘It worries me when she’s like this. Seriously, don’t you think she’s getting worse?’

‘Rhianon, come back to me,’ Delyth whispered as she gave me a gentle nudge but as I didn’t respond, she shrugged her shoulders and went back to her laptop.

‘That wasn’t trying. We need to speak to our mothers about her zoning out all the time. I tried to tell Rhianon’s mum but she dismissed me. Her mum thinks she’s daydreaming but I don’t think so. Are you even listening to me Delyth?’

In my mind, I could hear Gwen’s concern and I wanted to tell her not to worry but I couldn’t explain the creatures I saw flying in the distance. Maybe that was the reason why I couldn’t respond to anyone when I felt the connection with the unknown as who would believe me? I was caught in the middle of a tug-of-war, where my heart told me to go somewhere, and my head told me to stay here and answer my friend, but I remained neutral and did nothing. Somehow, I knew there was something different about me and lately my suspicions had been confirmed that there was something noticeably wrong.

It was my father who first realised that my daydreaming was becoming a problem. He had wondered if I had an attention disorder of some sort, but my mother had been quick to tell him that his professional opinion was incorrect and I was a normal human being. My uncaring mother always interfered when it came to my wellbeing.

I had wondered, if the reason for not taking me for tests was because she couldn’t be bothered. It seemed the older I got, the more frequent my daydreams became. My friends were used to me zoning out but sarcastic remarks aside, they were becoming concerned.

‘You know there’s no getting through to her when she’s like this. She’ll snap out of it in a few minutes,’ said Delyth, determined not to join us as we stared through the window.

Gwen looked at the antique clock hanging on the brick wall, covered in dust. ‘I think we should wake her. It’s been too long and I can’t see what she’s staring at.’

‘Do you remember the last time we tried to bring her back when she was like this?’ said Delyth. ‘She glared at us as if we were dragons or something. I’m not disturbing her.’

The rain was heavy and didn’t look as if it would be stopping anytime soon. Dark clouds rumbled as they pushed their way through then out of the blue, the tidal wave past and a sunray appeared. A movement caught my eye.

Years ago, when I first saw the creatures, I had thought they were insects as they reminded me of dragonflies, but I had known they were something else as they were too far away. My sight gradually changed and at times, I did think there was something wrong with my eyes as my perception seemed incorrect.

The more they appeared, the larger they became and I had hoped for a bird but the more I focused on them, the more I realised they were not. They were the reason for my daydreaming as I needed every sense in my body and brain to focus on what was out there.

Lately, the creatures have become more apparent and I felt annoyed with being so close to confirmation. I desperately wanted to know what they were. They had always been distant but an encounter a couple of weeks ago, shook me. The moon had been full and I had seen their horse like bodies with outstretched wings. That day, the ball of light had moved through the dull sky and shone through my bedroom window.

The glare had bounced off my laptop screen and caught me off guard. I had been blinded and as I turned away to look outside, the figures had appeared. I had hoped my daydreaming would come to an end as an answer was being given. I was so close but the light interfered with my vision and despite fighting back with vengeance, my squinting eyes could not help with my observation. I thought about asking my father to take me to the hospital but my curiosity got the better of me.

I was intrigued as to why the moon was so large and in full view so early in the afternoon and wondered if it had anything to do with the closeness of the flying creatures. It wasn’t until they disappeared into the atmosphere that I turned back to my laptop and began researching. I had spent the rest of the day trying to find out if anyone else had seen what I had but to no avail.

Not even my mother’s mythical books which sat deteriorating on the shelf could provide any clues. I thought one story would appear about Pegasus but surprisingly nothing on the internet existed, not even on the UFO sites. That night, I had fallen asleep leaving my subconscious to try to figure it out, but by the time I woke, I was none the wiser. I had not seen them again, and dismissed the vision, putting it down to an overactive imagination.

But whatever was out there had returned. I did wonder if I was looking at dragonflies but my friends couldn’t see them so were the creatures, dragons? Was it the case, that I could see beyond what others considered mythical? Trying to decipher them was difficult but a determination filled me and as I looked at them again from my friend’s house, I knew my vision of the unexplained was real.

I wished my friends could see them so I could speak with someone who understood. There had to be other people who could see them. Why didn’t anyone talk about them? Or was there a reason why people weren’t supposed to speak about what they saw? I needed to break the connection so I listened as my friends spoke of the weather.

They were disappointed, especially Delyth who liked to be outdoors. They became bored and as Delyth walked over to the fridge, Gwen sat down on the floor next to me to see if she could go where I was. She looked but couldn’t see through the glass window which stretched from wall to wall and provided a frame for the water, cascading down the broken gutters.

Gwen pulled on her tight jeans as she moved closer to me on the cold, concrete floor. Rain returned and we were both hypnotized by the sound hitting the glass. I felt Gwen’s soul that wanted to separate but she wasn’t ready to let go and when thunder crashed, she jumped to her feet, knocking into me.

‘Sorry,’ she said, looking around to make sure that the house was still standing.

‘It’s okay,’ I answered. ‘I felt the house shake too.’

‘So, you’re back with us,’ said Delyth, who couldn’t care less about the house.

‘Where do you go or what do you see?’ Gwen wanted to know as she couldn’t see anything. ‘Not those bugs again?’

‘Yes, those bugs again.’ I was surprised she remembered my crazy conversation, especially after dismissing my unidentified flying objects story as being bugs on the window screen.

Gwen and Delyth both looked out the window, contemplating if I was irrational or if I was playing with their minds.

‘I thought maybe you had seen them Gwen, since you were looking in the same direction as me.’

‘What? I can’t see any flying things,’ said Gwen.

I looked back again, this time with Delyth and Gwen both looking from behind me. They didn’t want to miss out but there was nothing there.

‘I must have imagined it,’ I said as I took another look by myself to make sure. But whatever was out there was now gone.

I wasn’t sure what was there, but one thing I did know and that was, I saw what others couldn’t. The flying objects were now too vivid to dismiss.

Another crash of thunder shook the house, distracting my friends. They went back to complaining about the weather but I was glad of the distraction. It would have been nice to have had someone to speak to about the visions or even better, if one of my friends could see what I saw. But I had no one to share it with so I thought about horse riding.

We were supposed to go horseback riding but now that it was raining, Gwen decided to dismiss the idea completely. I still wanted to go but they thought I was a lunatic. They were worried about the storm but I wasn’t afraid. I knew we would be alright. They were providing excuses and I wished I owned my own horse.

Lately, I had become desperate and nagged my parents continuously for a horse but my mother refused. Sometimes I wished I had a different mother. We had the money to own a horse but instead I was showered with material objects for compensation. Delyth’s family was poor but I would have gladly traded with her for a chance to have my own horse.

I often wondered if my mother really did like me, since she stopped me from doing anything which would make me happy. The only friends I was allowed to associate with were Gwen and Delyth and only because my mother was friends with their mothers. There had been numerous occasions when I had been asked out by other friends, only to be told I was not allowed without any explanation.

Eventually the invitations ceased and I wondered what she would do if a boy asked me out. I presumed she would lock me in my room. My friends at school thought she was overprotective but I have a feeling there is more to it. I have questioned her but she refused to speak to me. Why she won’t converse with her own daughter is beyond me but I know one day, she will have to.

Thunder crashed overhead again. Horseback riding was not looking good. Storms didn’t bother me, and I knew my counterpart wouldn’t have cared either as being in the rain was like being cleansed. I would have given anything to go riding in the forest. I couldn’t explain why but I knew I had to go. The nagging in my head was getting to me and I needed a distraction.

My friends were still complaining about being bored so I thought about going home, but what could I do there? I was used to being at Delyth’s house. Even at times like these, when I couldn’t get my own way, I was still better off being here. I thought about nagging Delyth as I knew really, she didn’t care about the weather.

‘We can dry them off when we get back. I’m sure the horses would love it. It would cool them down. It’s been so hot lately,’ I announced as I leapt up from the floor.

Delyth looked at me with her large blue eyes and sarcastic disposition. She didn’t have to say anything, as I could tell by her expression that I should give up on the idea, so that’s exactly what I did. My plan backfired so I went back to thinking about the unknown as I sat in the chair, covered in blankets.

It was difficult to get comfortable and after a few twists, I found myself facing the window again to see the reflection of a lunatic looking for a moon. To me, the rock was a magnet and I watched the outside world as time dragged.

Ticking from the clock grew louder as my friends disappeared into the lounge room to watch television.

‘We’re going to put a movie on!’ called out Delyth. ‘Do you want to come and watch it with us?’

Feeling like a laugh, I decided to join them on viewing the comedy. Laughing would bring me back to reality and would also help to pass the time. I hoped the rain would stop and when the movie finished, I heard the silence. The water, hitting the tin roof, had vanished.

‘It’s not raining. We can go for our ride now.’ I was already at the window, watching the blue sky peering through the dirty cottonwool clouds.

‘It’s too muddy,’ stated Gwen, worried about her new jeans.

Delyth’s mother, Paige Putnick, walked in the door, rescuing me. I knew she wouldn’t care about getting dirty. I was practically another daughter to her as I spent so much time at her home. It was Gwen’s second home as well, but Paige was more like me.

This adventurous woman spent her time helping to rescue mistreated animals. She was perfect for the job, as I couldn’t imagine anyone trying to get in her way. The strong body that hid underneath shabby clothing was overshadowed by her friendly smile but I had seen her provoked and witnessed her anger. Stomping her feet to get the mud from her boots, brought attention to the dirt in her short blonde hair, providing evidence that she had already been hard at work.

Paige and her daughter were used to me being there and I had always felt welcome in their home. They kept me occupied as the Putnick family were always up to something, especially her husband Patrick, who was always coming and going. Their home was old and run down and a lot of things needed fixing as Patrick never finished what he started.

It was a rare occasion, when I had witnessed him working. He had installed a new door in Delyth’s bedroom and we had held our breath when a new handle appeared. The screws were in his hand but his phone had rung and he had disappeared. Delyth had been told, he would get back to it later but he never did and Paige ended up trying to put it together.

Walking over to her room, I noticed the hole in the door.

‘I don’t mind,’ said Delyth as she walked up behind me.

I understood that there wasn’t a need for privacy as their home stood in the middle of twenty-five acres. And the only eyes who watched them were from the horses who came and went. Her mother was always busy manoeuvring the animals and I wondered if Delyth felt lonely by herself.

Her mother could be gone for days at a time but loneliness, she assured me was something she never felt. Having the animals around her and knowing her father was only a phone call away, was all she needed to feel secure.

My house was never empty. My mother was always there and still I felt lonely in the sterile environment and sometimes wondered if I was living with the right family. But then Gwen lived a similar life to mine and I knew that was why we got along so well. Her mother, Caron Jones, was another overprotective mother, another woman who wouldn’t buy her daughter a horse! The only difference was that Caron would have an answer to her daughter’s questions. When Gwen asked for a horse, her mother had an excuse as their house was on the side of a cliff and was no place for an animal to live.

But Caron was very much like my mother, with her designer clothing and jewellery. The two friends had money and immaculate houses and it made me wonder how they ever became friends with Paige. She was their complete opposite, living in her cheap jeans, day after day. There was something that bonded their friendship, but I knew it couldn’t be horses as Caron and my mother would have been worried about breaking a nail.

Paige never told anyone where she was going, but when she came back with a truck full of horses, it was like receiving a gift. The animals never stayed for long and as we weren’t allowed to ask questions, we never got answers. We knew in a few days, there would be empty paddocks. It used to bother us as to where the horses went, but we knew better than to ask as Delyth’s mother was also silent when it came to certain questions.

Delyth’s mother looked at us as she threw bags filled with food, onto the bench. ‘Why aren’t you girls out riding?’

I smiled as I looked at the others.

‘I can’t believe you’re inside watching television when you could be outside having fun.’ Paige stood with her hands on her hips as I kept smiling.

Gwen knew she had to go outside. She looked at her jeans as she tied back her bleached blonde hair, thinking that it would be the last time the material would look new. After a few minutes outside, they would be ready for the wash.

I laughed, as I couldn’t believe she would wear them to go riding but she had nowhere else to wear them. She was stuck, like me. Then the silver Audi pulled up in the driveway. Dread hit my stomach as I watched Caron step out of the passenger seat, dressed in her fitted suit. She was on a mission and as she answered her mobile phone, my mother got out.

Chivonne Luna, dressed in a skirt and an orange jumper, pushed back her hair with copper highlights and revealed fingernails similar to daggers. They had been to the beauty parlour as my mother was radiant which was unusual as normally, it was exhaustion that emanated from her.

I wondered if anything had changed but still my heart sank. She would turn up now that I could go for a ride. At times, I wondered if she was telepathic as she always showed up when I was ready to do something that would make me happy.

Gwen might have felt relieved for them to rescue her jeans, but I was distraught at the thought of going home. I wondered if Paige would adopt me. I was sure my mother wouldn’t mind. Sometimes I felt that Chivonne regretted having a child as she could barely stand to look at me.

On occasions, I had noticed her staring at me, only to then go running off to her bedroom in tears. If she hated me, I would rather she told me so I could ask Paige if I could live with her. I knew Delyth would love to have me for a sister.

The closer I got to sixteen, the worse my mother became. The one thing I knew, was when I turned sixteen, I would be asking her upfront if she wanted me because if she didn’t, I planned on asking if I could live with Delyth.

‘Please ask them to stay for a drink,’ I begged Paige.

‘Alright, alright,’ she said, knowing I wanted to ride a horse. ‘You better go out the back because they’re nearly at the front door.’

Out the window, I could see them taking their final steps to the entry. Caron greeted us with her cheeky grin and I turned to leave but I was too late.

Chivonne was calling me, ‘Rhianon, don’t get any ideas about going outside!’

‘Why?’

‘Because, we have to go soon.’

‘Why don’t I put the kettle on?’ interrupted Paige. ‘You can stay for a cup of coffee.’

Caron shook her head, ruffling her layered hair. ‘No, we have to go.’

Paige said nothing in my defence. Why didn’t she suggest for me to stay for the night? Gwen and I stayed silent as we walked to the car and as Delyth walked to the stables, the three mothers spoke in whispers.

‘Why don’t you come and stay with me tonight or do you want me to stay at your place?’ asked Gwen, feeling the boredom of being at home escalating.

‘What’s the use? She’ll just say no,’ I answered.

I couldn’t wait for the day to have it out with my mother. I was going to make her tell me what was on her mind, and I knew exactly how I was going to do it. She was not going to like it, but I was going to have a birthday party and invite everyone I knew from school. If she didn’t want me, then she was really going to want me out of her life after I confronted her in front of everyone. My mother didn’t get angry, and that could have been part of the problem. I needed to make her irritated enough to spit it out.

In the distance, thunder rumbled again as the clouds prepared to brew up another storm. The blue sky slowly disappeared as my mother stood in the doorway, talking. I blamed her for the weather as a gust of wind blew into the house, slamming the front door shut. Desperately I wanted to yell at her for not closing the door but I couldn’t. I would have to wait as the storm outside was nothing compared to the one that would be coming up between my mother and I!

Chapter two

Through the Author’s eyes

Rhianon had no idea of the trauma her mother had gone through. She thought Chivonne spent her life looking after their house but what Rhianon didn’t realise was, her mother was only cooking and cleaning to keep herself busy. The one thing that Chivonne didn’t want was to have time on her hands, to think about what she tried so hard to block out. The life she had was not one she wanted for her daughter. Until the time came, for Rhianon to know the secret life which existed around her, Chivonne would have to endure the fact that her daughter hated her.

For the time being, her father, Lloyd, was the one stopping Rhianon from running away. He was the one who spent time with his daughter: talking to her, asking her questions, and at times; listening. Most of Lloyd’s time was spent working as a doctor at the psychiatric hospital, which meant mother and daughter were left together.

But Rhianon was used to the silence as most of her time was spent in her bedroom on her laptop. Her room was her escape as she knew her mother couldn’t look at her. And the feelings of hatred that her mother had for her, were mutual.

There had been times, Chivonne had wanted to tell her everything but Lloyd had disagreed. He had warned, it wouldn’t be in his daughter’s interests if she knew her mother’s past. If Chivonne had to make her daughter’s life miserable to protect her, then that’s what she would do. However, Chivonne had no idea it was not her daughter who needed protecting but herself. Paige and Caron were the only friends who she could speak with, but even they didn’t know the whole story.

Being able to spend time at Rhianon’s school as a volunteer had helped to block out her thoughts, but it only made her daughter suspicious. Rhianon had wondered why her mother didn’t have more friends as she seemed to get along with everyone. Although, there was a time when she had witnessed a teacher back away from her mother after a comment had been made about Rhianon’s schoolwork. Staff had noticed Rhianon’s absent mindedness and suggested tests.

Chivonne had not agreed with going to a specialist but had flared up when boys visited from another school to practice ballroom dancing. Rhianon attended a school for girls and it had been a novelty to have boys in their class. The leader of the pack had chosen Rhianon as his dance partner and it wasn’t long before the smooth talking boy had more on his mind than dancing.

Rhianon’s friends had watched him pull her in closer and were taken by surprise when her mother allowed it. The other girls didn’t know whether to watch the boy, the teacher who was glaring, or Chivonne whose eyes had changed to resemble those of a serpent. Tension had filled the air and distorted visions as everyone focused on the boy, laying on the floor.

No one was sure what had transpired and turned to Chivonne who straightened herself up to face a stunned crowd. Rhianon’s emotions had been everywhere; she was angry at her mother for embarrassing her and happy that her mother actually cared.

Her mother had let down her guard and Rhianon had wondered about Chivonne’s previous appearance as she had never witnessed such a scary face. At the time, she had wanted to confront her but she had been unable to bring herself to do it. As she thought of the previous event, she began to feel sorry for her mother until she tasted the vomit in her mouth. It was her mother’s fault she felt repulsed to the point of feeling sick in the stomach.

It wasn’t fair that other friends didn’t have to deal with the problems she had. For some reason, Rhianon was at boiling point as her emotions grew stronger. They needed to communicate but Rhianon was unable to cope with unanswered questions. Over the past few months, there had been a few small changes but a massive change occurred when they returned home from visiting the Putnick family.

‘I would like to go away for the weekend with Caron and Paige,’ Chivonne asked her husband, as if she was asking permission from the school headmaster. ‘They’re going scrapbooking.’

Rhianon listened with disbelief as she heard her mother utter the words to her father. Different ideas ran wild in her head of the things she could do while her mother was away. But it was short lived as she listened in horror at her father’s response. She felt sick again but she wasn’t sure who to blame as she wasn’t used to being angry with her father.

Lloyd had declined the request, and Rhianon realised she would not be doing anything as her mother wasn’t allowed to go. The only hope she had was that her mother would put up a fight. After witnessing her mother at school with the boy, she knew she had it in her, but Chivonne said nothing and went to the laundry to iron.

It was the only time Rhianon could remember sticking up for her mother. ‘Why can’t she go?’

Lloyd was surprised to hear his daughter speak up in her defence. ‘She can’t and that’s all I have to say about it.’

Rhianon’s hopes of living a normal life, if only for a weekend, had been burst by her own father. She expected it from her mother but not him.

Lloyd sulked around the kitchen, slamming cupboard doors because his mind was too occupied. He had forgotten what he was going to eat so Rhianon decided it might be a good idea to leave him alone. She had never seen him act in such a manner. He was usually very affectionate with Chivonne. What had made him so mad? It was only one weekend away.

Rhianon retreated to her laptop in her bedroom. Gwen was online.

My mum just asked to go away with your mum but my dad won’t let her go.

Gwen replied, That’s stupid. My dad lets Mum go.

I don’t get it, typed Rhianon. I think there’s something our mums aren’t telling us. See if you can find out anything from your dad