The Justiceers - Part Five: Chapter Thirteen
the next chapter of my forthcoming novel
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
Part Five: Chrysalis
5.13
The date on Earth was April 5th, 2025.
Daphne Garrido had been up early re-reading a short story she’d written which had changed the way she was looking at the world. It was exciting to her, she’d always wanted to create in the way she had the night before, it felt like magic.
She was a half-time single mom, and a trans woman; which is what some of the kinder people called it there to be a feminine spirit born to a male body.
On this planet the technologies and even more so the ways of seeing the universe were so limited, that people who were in her shoes had a really bad deal. Nobody saw her, they saw a man, and it broke her heart everywhere she’d go.
Daphne had been spending a lot of time outside lately, enjoying the weather which was on a turn for the better — that season which they called Spring was in bloom — and she’d been waiting for this one a very long time. She’d been through the hardest year of her whole life, back and forwards, and she had done it alone.
Apart from those first few months, when she had a friend who was more precious to her heart than anyone she’d ever known, and she loved more than she’d even knew herself capable — apart from having felt it that once when she was only a child in her earliest dream.
That same goddess of Arthur Katriunus’ soul, and the single most beautiful person in this world.
In the time they’d shared together there had been such beautiful spoken words, plans made between them, things that made the future sound so bright. Yet when Daphne reveled how her heart truly felt, the incredible amount of love which was hurting her so deeply to hold inside, they couldn’t handle it.
Her revealing had been of extraordinarily bad timing, and a betrayal of the only thing they had ever asked of Daphne; however unfair the ask might be to the way things work inside the heart.
It had been really tough for Daphne to lose her only friend, and be trapped in a home with her ex-wife who was not treating her well. Especially with the way this planet Earth worked towards her kind.
She’d seen her way through, ugliest shit you could ever imagine came out of the woman, most bizarre expressions of public affection beyond the pale of sanity.
Daphne was just really, really sad, and she was desperate for her to friend to come back, and it broke her because no matter where she looked all she could see was the reflection of that person she now would forever miss. They’d been singular to her, and she knew they would be the first day she met them. It was as if she was every person Daphne ever had a crush on, all put into one; she just thought they were too cool.
When they were friends, and they had kissed her real good this one time, she’d gone right back to that very special dream all Scribe’s have of their Judge.
It took her a week to build up the courage, but she found a way to tell them in as many words as was possible, so worried that it would be taken as crossing that boundary she’d been told not to.
Yet she took really well, she’d been so sweet.
Daphne felt her open up like she never had, getting messages throughout times of the day she’d never heard from them before, it just felt like all the walls came down she had been hoping would. This would last a few weeks until they’d take a trip together for a weekend, which would mark the beginning of a very swift end to their relationship.
Those were still the best few weeks of Daphne Garrido’s life up until this point.
She’d felt so empowered in a way she never had before or since, just moving through world, feeling like there was always going to be a place for her in their heart. It made her feel complete for the first time in her life. People were reacting to her differently because she felt so strong and they could sense it. It changed for those weeks —what it felt like to be her on this fucked up planet.
Coming out of a Winter season of harshest reflection, and truly accelerated growth in response to her deepest dive into shadow, Daphne was finding a new kind a peace in her connection to the Earth. Just going outside and putting her hands so deep into the grass would bring her heart right home, watching the clouds in the sky or sitting by the water, and especially being there with her daughter.
Logan Garrido is an angel.
She is the most special little girl, and her heart is so big, she’s been such a trooper for her momma. They’ve been through a lot together, and there is no more special place for either of them than going to bed together at night. The love they created in that room and in their home is a portal. Its godly.
Daphne’s roommate got fucked up by all the crystals and shit she has around, sending her into a tailspin of reflection from being lifted by the energies she was connecting with just walking into their home, forcing her into more alignment with herself. Her body had a rough go for a little while with it all, but Daphne just kept reminding her what was going on, and told her to drink a lot of water.
She knew this because she’d done it at the last place she lived and seen the same reactions, though only in a few spots there, her room in particular and this right side of the couch which had some kind of latent energy; she’d not believed us until now what it was.
Daphne is crying really hard because they sat there, and she knows from her experience writing all these words they’re not from her, at least most of them. We’ll not ruin that mystery.
This is the hardest thing we’ve ever pushed through this girl, she’s having a lot of trouble with this one, its going to be worth it though.
She wasn’t supposed to have them over. In fact, if her ex ever saw this — which she certainly wont because she knows not to read Daphne’s writing if she respects her feelings — that wouldn’t go well. She’s trusting us that it will be okay though. There’s just a lot of concern in this momma for her baby girl, and she doesn’t want to make things worse than they already are.
When they was there around her daughter, and in her home, that one time. Never had Daphne been happier to be where she was, and despite the way they had so vehemently insisted she’d not want any part in a relationship with someone who had a child, the smile on her face that night had done something in Daphne’s heart.
It just felt like home.
Daphne had put her daughter to bed, and when she came out had jumped them furiously, like she never had before or did again. It was quite excellent, and one of the most purely joyful moments of her life. She had attacked that bitch, and it makes her heart sad that it was tainted by where it happened, and how she’d felt so guilty about the best thing she had ever done.
There had been a time not long before the end of their stint together, when they had somebody really scary outside of her home, and needed somewhere to go. Daphne always knew that’s when she lost her.
She was so wrapped around the finger of her ex and afraid, that she’d done something which had hurt so incredibly even in the moment, and she’d regret forever. She’d not offered them a place to stay, having to turn her away from her home, breaking her own heart into pieces.
On this April 5th, she was beginning to realize that Earth was her home, and we were taking great care of her and Logan as they’d come out in the morning to enjoy the sun.
Logan led the way, carving a path ahead into the garden — Daphne finding such peace just walking behind her, if wishing she could be a bit more present, ever taking a bunch of a pictures to post to some social feed she’d kept public in hope they might look and reach back out.
She still could have contacted them if she wanted, they had a thing called email on Earth, but she’d not make a fool of herself again. She needed them to do it this time, Daphne’s heart deserved that.
Regardless, this had been a most beautiful day with her daughter and she was feeling quite born anew in the Spring. She’d set most beautiful intentions which were going to see her year transform into the most magnificent beauty; her chrysalis released.
She’d written a poem that day when she’d gotten home.
this brightest Sun would be her boon
its light a spark upon her Skin and Heart
to beam and soak — to bear and share
no other would be needed this day
a joy to live and thrive in full below
owned, a sense of pride in her knowing
her place amongst, with all
nothing would speak truer words of bliss
the Earth to be enveloped within, beside, atop
the Sun to share its life — its pride
herself forever a part of this fabric
Home with her daughter, in this most special place she’d been gifted in a time of deepest despair she’d most deserved, one with nature she could finally make her own, allowing her to begin releasing all she had been stowing withing, having created one of the purest forms of art which had ever existed the night before, and feeling quite excited for this one she was about to start.
Daphne knew this was going to be a great year.
