A-Normal

By Laelia Moonflower

Alphane, light years from Earth, in the Paladis Galaxy.
Century 2014. A prosperous world: no war, no famine, where there is no money, a crime rate at its lowest.
In short, an ideal world. But all that is nothing when the focus turns to four young people: Noah, Emily, Joshua and Aurora. An extraordinary destiny, a childhood that wasn't always easy.
An entry into an adult world much too fast, since the unexplained death of Joshua. The family is being torn apart more and more by unavoidable circumstances.
The noose is tightening around Aurora, a young child with extraordinary abilities.
What does she have to do with Joshua's disappearance?
Why does she go by the name of Melissandre?
What will happen to Noah and Emily?
How far will this story go?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barnes and Noble
• Release date: May 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223175537

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Table of Contents

TITLE PAGE

A-NORMAL

1. THE GIFT  WE NEED

2. CHANGES

3. WHAT A CRAZY STORY!

4. PROBLEMS

5. TORMENTS

6. ZERO

7. SECRETS

8. REUNION

9. WORRIES

EMILY

10. WHEN OUR PAST COME BACK

11. SURPRISE

12. REDEMPTION

13. EPILOGUE

APPENDIXES

AUTHOR'S WORDS

Copyright © 2015 Laelia Moonflower

English treanslation: 2020

First Publication: France

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Thanks to all the people who encouraged me to make this book.

Thank you to everyone who made it possible for me to believe in it.

Thank you to the people who pushed me to write this book.

all the way to the end.

Thank you to all the people who have inspired me closely or

by far for this book.

I thank all the people who will read this book.

For Rose.

MELISSANDRE

1. THE GIFT  WE NEED

My name is Melissandre , my age? This one doesn't matter. I was born into a world that I've always found very strange. Yet in your eyes, this one is quite banal. But it's far from ordinary. If you saw even a third of what I see every day, you would have run away. But as fortunate as you are, you see nothing of what I see, of what I experience. In fact, I don't even know if there are other people like me : who see what I see. My problem is this: I see and I see EVERYTHING. I could call this thing a gift as some would say, but I see it as something tiring at times. I see you all as you really are. Whether you are a good person or not, I will know it simply by looking in your eyes. There are a lot of people hiding behind masks. For all sorts of reasons, in fact: some out of fear, others to hide, to give themselves courage. To feel better about themselves. To create a new life. The look says it all, it seems... But who on this planet wants a simple stranger like me to reveal the truth about who you are to everyone around you? So that's how all my troubles always started...

The first time, I must have been thirteen years old, my family was having some very important people in our home, I just had to be very quiet and not bother our guests too much. So I was walking around the house. I was in the very large room where my parents always had people over. A lot of people were talking about everything and nothing, about things and other things, which were far too complicated for a kid of my age... And that's until a man caught my attention. He was a friend of my uncle Albert, I remember my father used to say that he was the most boastful man he had ever known. He loved to tell all kinds of things and he loved to extrapolate.  At that very moment of the conversation, this gentleman was narrating an extraordinary business trip!

From what I understood, he had a small fortune under his belt, so he wanted to go into the stock market to make his wonderful recipe grow, so that he could provide a troublefree future for his children. So he said that a buyer had offered him the whole package: a luxurious hotel room in the Bahamas, on planet Earth, with everything included: breakfast in bed, a simple phone call to the front desk and everything was brought to him in a snap. He was served like a king, as he boasted. I was really attracted by everything he said, I thought he was very lucky, especially just to have shares on the stock market. But I was surprised when I approached him, when everything he had said was very different from reality. I still don't know how, but in his eyes I could see everything that was happening. I could see his experience at his hotel, but it had nothing to do with what he was suggesting. Yes, he was staying in a hotel called The Bahamas," but he was far from being served like a king. And he was far from being on Earth. I didn't quite understand what he was doing, so I kept looking at his story in his eyes while he was busy telling it to others to his advantage, I would say. Since I seemed to be so busy with his story, he only saw fire, he did not know that I also knew what he had experienced. What this guy did seemed to me like really crazy in front of my eyes as a child since he was simply rummaging in a hotel room that wasn't his! He seemed to be looking for something. And when he finally found his precious object, he smiled broadly and left the room. I still don't know why, but hearing him tell his friends and family anything, I couldn't stand it. Why lie? But I didn't want to cause trouble, so I wanted to do it in a subtle way too. So I simply asked:

But what did you do with the suitcase?

Because, yes, what he took was a suitcase... But the look in his eyes was worth a thousand words. Of course, he denied it, he seemed to feel uncomfortable...

What suitcase are you talking about, kiddo? I never mentioned a suitcase, you have a very vivid imagination...

I still don't know if it was my imagination or not, but I had the impression for a short moment that I heard his thoughts. To sum up they were those of a lost man who wondered how a child like me could know all this about this suitcase, but he seemed more and more worried, he even thought that everyone was asking the same question: "What's all this about the suitcase? Having created doubt in his mind, I continued on my way:

So what about this suitcase? What did you do with it?

It was a little too late when I realized that maybe I had gone too far and was meddling in things that were none of my business. So who was I to meddle in the affairs of the individual standing in front of me? Had I been influenced by my father's words, who always said that it was pure boasting, or had it been my sense of truth which had taken precedence over my behavior? I can reassure you, I only ask myself this question today. Thirteen is still a bit young to be thinking like that! To come back to the subject: I then saw something that really surprised me, although it was a bit weird because considering what I'd just done, I should have expected it; so here's the guy gets really angry, he starts shouting at me, in an extremely violent way, insulting me in an extremely nasty way, that I should stop being stubborn with this damn suitcase that doesn't exist, I get indignant in my turn by telling him how mean he was. It is at that very moment that I say something to him, which obviously disturbs him even more:

You're lying! I saw you! You're lying! You're a liar! LIAR!

This person is grabbing my arm. No one in the room understands what's going on. Whether it's his attitude or mine. However, seeing that I had been insisting for at least thirty minutes on what I was saying, and the other one getting angry, trying to raise his hand on me, someone finally intervenes:

If you touch that child again, even one hair, it will be very bad for you!

I was watching the person who had just protected me from that madman; he was an old man.(Well, you know, for a child as soon as an adult has grey hair, he's old). For me