Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of PG-13. Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, March 28, 2024

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    The Shipwreck

    I let her cry. Waiting for more explanations.

    “Sorry” she sniffed. “There’s also a tribe, not really far from here. They live their lives in the shadows of these ancestors. There’s an old faith here, where everything that surround us has its own soul. So, the ghosts are everywhere. You have to act good, in order not to make them angry”

    “Angry?”

    “Yeah, if they ask you to do something, you must do it”

    “How do they speak to them? How do they ask them?”

    “They don’t speak” she let out another breath. “I mean, they do it, but by leaving traces, you know. I mean, look at the temple, its walls are covered with engravings. These are their words, their way to communicate with those that came after them”

    “What does this have to do with your family and you?” I wanted her to get to the point of the matter.

    “It’s the prophecy” her eyes becoming teary again.

    “The prophecy?” now that’s sounded like something I would read in a book.

    “Pnr tve bae dak muoy nung phlasa btau r piphoplok”

    “Those words sound familiar” I bliked. “Wait… they are from the–”

    “Temple” she finished my sentence.

    How could I have forgotten about that inscription? “What does that mean?” my discoverer nature coming to the surface wanted to know everything. I was 100% my father’s daughter.

    “The double color, if put in one, will change the world” was the translation.

    “Double color? Put in one?”

    “I am the double color, Tina”

    I scoffed, trying to play down. “Come on, you don’t really think that, right?”

    “Then why did they come looking for me?”

    “What do you mean? Bette, again, I can’t understand you if you keep throwing bits of information without giving explanations”

    “Ok. My father and my mother, as you know, were here to discover new things. Their paths crossed with those of this tribe. They worked together, even learned the language – that’s why I speak it – But, during one of their excursions, they saw me. I wasn’t either black, nor white. I was unique to their eyes. That’s why they started to frighten my parents. They would show up from nowhere, suddenly, approaching me, trying to take me away”

    “Then what happened?” I was shocked.

    “Well, as I said, if an ancestor wants something from you, you just do it”

    “So, in their opinion you were the double color, because ancestors put it on the temple”

    “Yes, they don’t really speak with people. The tribe thinks that, they find signs and look at them as some kind of messages from the outside” she explained. “I just happened to be here, and happened to have a light skin, yes, but darker nonetheless. My father was black, my mother was white. They only put two and two together and decided I was the one”

    “And what happened that day?” I was talking about the recording.

    “Just let me explain something first” she went back to a sitting position. I mimicked her, “There is a religious holiday called Pchum Ben, which means «Hungry ghosts festival». This is a way for Cambodians to pay their respects to ancestors. It’s said that during these holidays the gate of Hell open, and the Devil let all the ghosts out. Good ones, and bad ones”

    “The ones we are talking about are the bad ones, I gather”

    She only looked at me, nodding. “Yes, those that ­– according to the tribe – eat blood and pus, and the burning ghosts who are always hot”

    I became pale.  “And the tribe must do what their ancestors ask”

    “Exactly” she rested the elbows on her lap, supporting her head. She was mentally drained I could see it.

    “And here comes the worst part, right?” I said, as I caressed her back. My left hand resting on her thigh.

    She only nodded, suppressing a sob.

     

    Page 3 of 3123

    Comments

    1. Hi Bette0Porter:

      Wow, great chapter, as I thought there were dead and alive people on that island looking for Tina’s father and the bunch of losers.

      Does it mean that Bette is a kind of prisoner there?

      If Bette has influence with the tribe, perhaps something else could be done to save Tina’s father.

      Wonderful story, please post soon.

      P

    2. If I were Tina, I’d need to hear all that Bette has said again. Perhaps there is more information which will make this a bit more clear. A tribe, ghost, some religious ceremony, mysterious beliefs and a missing father and the bunch of losers and Bette’s dead parents….Hummm.

    Leave a Reply