I think the first hint I had that the stories I was writing were real came
in 2010 when an object from my stories fell into my lap. Three years prior,
I started working on a story about a group of people with special abilities.
My computer contracted a virus at college, and was completely nonfunctional
for at least a week, so I had a lot of time on my hands to work on the story
manually. Coming up with the characters was the easiest thing to do in this
manner, because it didn’t require much research, and it was mostly just a
list. I ended up with one character who wasn’t born with abilities, but used
found technology to complete her missions. In particular, she wore a ring
that protected her from physical attack. It wasn’t something that other
people could take from her, and use for themselves. It demanded constant
charging from another dimension, so she had to keep injecting herself with
something called indigo therapy, which kept her connected to this other
dimension. Maybe about a year before my maternal grandfather died, we were
at his house, looking through some of his possessions. I found a few things
of his that I liked, including a basketball necklace, an Eagle Scout ring,
and the shield ring that my character wore. It looked exactly as I described
it, and it’s just so unlikely that I had ever seen this thing before. His
mother reportedly gave it to him as a gift when he graduated from high
school, but it didn’t fit his fingers anymore, so I would have never seen
him actually wear it. Still, I figured that it must be a normal ring, and a
coincidence, because what else would I think? I started to wear it, and it
pretty soon became a part of me. It felt wrong whenever I took it off, so I
never did. Remember that this thing was useless on its own, so I was fully
capable of jamming my toe, and suffering a paper cut with no intervention.
Otherwise, I would have realized what I had long ago. It wasn’t until 2016
that evidence really came to light, and to say the least, it was a shocking
revelation. I would have died if not for this little ring. What might have
killed me is actually what gave the ring the power it needed to work, and
prevent the incident from killing me.
January 18, perhaps the coldest day of the year. I’m up by 6:00, and decide
to go for a walk, because I guess I’m insane. I was working as a sorter for
a package courier, and while I didn’t work Monday mornings, I was used to
being awake that early. I also had a habit of going on urban hikes alone,
because I didn’t have my dog yet. I decided to go in a different direction,
and essentially let myself get lost. I could always pull up the GPS on my
phone if I really needed to find my way back. I ended up at this sort of
pond that looked more like a puddle. To my surprise, it wasn’t frozen over.
I sat myself on a rock to rest, and enjoy the quiet. And it really was
quiet. I couldn’t hear trains in the distance, or cars driving by. The only
reason I could tell I was still on Earth was because of the power lines that
hung overhead. There was no precipitation, so I still don’t know what
happened, but one of those lines snapped, and started flailing about like it
was trying to sell me a used car. I leaned back, hoping to avoid getting hit
by it, and slipped. I slid and rolled right into the puddle pond. I remember
it not feeling cold at all, I imagine because of all the adrenaline flowing
through my veins. Hypothermia likely would have gotten me in the end, but I
incurred a huge boost in temperature when that powerline decided to land
itself in the water, right in front of me. The electricity burst out of it,
and tried to wrap itself around my body. I didn’t have time to fear for my
life. All that energy found itself channeled to a single point. My ring. My
shield ring was absorbing it all for me, stopping it from stopping my heart.
The amount of power the ring needed to shield me was exactly as much as it
was getting from the powerline. Not knowing whether this would last,
however, I didn’t just sit there in awe. I stood up, and got myself out of
the water. Then I ran. I ran back to my house the long way around, because
the water and the shock damaged my phone beyond repair. I never told anyone
what happened to me, and to this day, I cannot find that pond, or the power
lines above it.
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