When Amos and Nunoa went home, Matica looked at the hut if her mum would call her in as it was already quite late, because they started to study so late. But everything kept quiet. Her dad wasn’t back from tutoring the Indians either yet. So she kept sitting at the bench, staring past the big tree into the sky. And there she was aware of the pearl white moon, as it struggled hard to penetrate the light blue sky. Hearing a light shriek of a humming bird, her eyes wandered into the big tree beside her to find it, but not seeing it, she let her mind wander into the nothingness, dreaming away.
As her eyes slowly closed, two figures, looking like the poachers, filled her mind and all the anguish she felled, she relived; the fright, that they would get Talon and kill him; the extraordinary fight, the Indians and her family had with the poacher, that they wouldn’t capture the birds; the poachers took a boy hostage, then Emelio, then her mum; then, as they finally could get hold of them through Tamo and Tima, as they flew directly at them, risking their lives, as the poachers pointed their guns at them. How Tamo and Tima knocked them down and stepped on their tummies to hold them down, and so the Indians could bind them; then her anger toward the poachers as they escorted them into the hall; and then about her speech to the poachers, that they would have no right to get Talon or even kill him since she raised him, fed him, nurtured him to become the mighty condor he is now, and to teach him how to fly. And that it was all their fouled that she had to raise him and not Tamo and Tima. The poachers didn’t do any of these things, not one little bit, nothing, zero, nil; and then Tamo and Tima guarding the poachers in the hall until the police came to take the poachers away.
Her mind was filled with these thoughts and was all scrambled together in one short picture. But she knew, she would never forget these two amazing but frightful days.
Next she grinned and opened her eyes. ‘What a day that was,’ she whispered. ‘Actually it was all in two days. At the second day, Tamo and Tima, after they have knocked them down, watched them until the police came to take them away, as the Indians had bind them to chairs in the community hall. What a sight that was. It was brilliant. And all went well. They are now safely in prison, where they belong.’ And then the realisation hit her and she thought: All is over now. No more ‘you know who’. No more poachers. I even can think and say that word again. They are gone forever. She heaved her chest and a big sight escaped her trembling mouth but then, when all her breath was gone out of her lungs, she grinned maliciously.
Still grinning mischievously, her thoughts went to Talon, how they found his egg, now a long time ago; how she raised him to become the great and mighty condor he is now. She closed her eyes. And there she found herself lying on Talon, feeling his soft feathers under her cheek, flying high up over the Andean mountain then leaving them behind. Talon flew on. It seemed to her as if he was flying directly toward the pearly, misty white moon. It was eerie for her to see the moon becoming bigger and bigger. It looked white and big with black lines crossing over it everywhere. Where are we going? What is Talon doing? He is flying incredibly fast, that the moon looks so big, she thought. We can’t fly out to the moon? Can we?
Next she saw Talon’s face directly in front of her, as he bend back his neck and looked at her, grinning mysteriously and tilting his head and looking at her with big eyes, then he blinked his eyes and opened his beak, as if he would show his teeth – as if he would have some – or as if he would start talking to her. His tongue fell out a bit. He nodded then he grunted.
Just as she wanted to take his head into her hands to ask him, what it is, what he was thinking off, she found herself lying on Talon once more, flying towards the moon.
She stared at the milky white moon as it became fast larger, filling out her whole vision, still wondering why Talon is flying out to the moon, but she let herself carry away.
When they were really close, so close she thought that Talon’s beak would touch it or that she could touch it when she would stretch out her hand, a fracture appeared in the moon crust. She followed the fractures with her eyes as Talon looked back at her and grunted. ‘Why Talon? What is it?’ Looking back at the moon, she noticed that the fractures were spreading over the whole surface of the moon crust and become wider. She actually could hear the cracks and flinched. Even Talon flinched, not flying closer, hovering in front of the moon.
Suspended in the air, Matica watched and wondered what would come out of that. ‘Talon, you knew about that would happen?’
Talon just nodded briefly.
Another crack followed and another, crisscrossing the moon crust. The moon looked now as if he was holding together with threads of black, thick yarn. Nearly all the milky white colour of the moon crust was gone. Every minute the cracks widened and then big, black holes appeared where the moon crust was before.
All of a sudden the pieces they were left of the moon crust fell away and disintegrated into the atmosphere. One big piece flew directly into the line where she was hovering on Talon. Instinctively she bent to the side, as Talon ducked away and out of its trajectory. The piece soared past them with a singing sound. Then the moon cracked open, split into half.
Matica jumped up and screamed out: ‘That can’t be. Talon, fly away. Disaster will follow. One of the pieces will hit us. Go, fly.’
But Talon shook his head and stayed where he was, fascinating himself what was happening. He wouldn’t let that show go past by him. And so was Matica now. She was glued to the spot, staring at the event that was unfolding in front of them.
Watching the transformation of the moon, the excitement grew in both of them. ‘What is happening now?’
Talon still hovered, hardly flapping his wings.
By now no moon was left, instead a huge, white ball fell out of the moon, falling, falling until…
Talon and Matica breathed in with open mouth surprised what was unfolding in front of them. Matica yelled out, ‘Wow!’
Talon grunted a strange, surprised grunt, it was more like a screech and grunt together.
‘You knew something was happening with the moon, but you didn’t know what it was, right Talon?’
The white ball unfolded huge white wings.
Then, very slowly the huge bird flapped its wings, one beat after the other and flew away, away from her and Talon.
She screamed out, ‘Wow, that’s amazing.’
She woke up from her daydream and her own yell and looked at the rising milky white moon. It was still there, it hadn’t transformed into a huge bird.
Her mum stood in front of her. ‘You screamed out. I came running out. What happened?’
Matica wiped her face with the flat of her hand and shook her head. She couldn’t speak yet, she still saw the huge bird in front of her.
Mira sat down opposite her, asking again, ‘What happened? Were you daydreaming?’
‘Yes, that’s it. It must have been a dream. Yes. You are right, Mum. You won’t believe what I was dreaming about. It was amazing. But still, why? Did Talon show me something?’
‘Dose anything must have a reason, Mat?’ Mira asked her. ‘And what about Talon?’
‘Hmm, yes, right. Why indeed? But why not? For me it has to. And yes, Talon. Okay. After Amos and Nunoa went and I didn’t hear you calling to come in, I let all the happenings going through my mind again. From the beginning. Even how we found Talon’s egg and how I have raised him, to become the mighty and great condor he meant to be and is now.’
‘It’s good to think back to that time and never forget those,’ Mira intervened.
‘Yes, I think so.’ Matica shook her head. ‘I will never forget it. I was also thinking about the speech I gave to the poachers. You remember, Mum?’
‘Wow, Mat, you can say that word again. That is great,’ Mira nearly cried out. ‘Yes, of course I remember. I will never forget that either. It was so good. We never spoke about that. But you were so brave, so incredible courageous to say all that to them.’
‘Really?’ Matica throw in.
‘Yes, it was. And it was good, that the poachers…you really are okay with it?’ Matica grinned and nodded. ‘…That the poachers heard that,’ Mira continued. ‘Not that they would ever understand that, but still.’
‘Hmm.’ Matica let her head fall on her breast.
‘Is something else on your mind?’
Matica looked up and shook her head.
‘Like to tell me your day-dream then?
‘Yes, right. I was staring at the moon,’ she looked at the moon, ‘when I suddenly found myself lying on Talon and we flew high over the mountain and toward the moon. Well,’ she rubbed her face, ‘I think I must have fallen asleep or so.’
Matica stopped and looked at the moon, saying, ‘Good, it’s still there.’
Mira looked and said, ‘You mean the moon?’
Matica nodded. ‘Yes, the moon.’ Then she described her daydream until the huge bird unfolded its wings and flew away with slowly flapping them. Then very slowly she said, ‘Where did it fly to? Where is it?’
When she finished, Mira said only one word, ‘Wow.’
‘Yes, wow,’ Matica said. ‘Quite so. I was thinking that too, even Talon was speechless. He grunted a strange grunt. Half grunt, half screech. It sounded really strange. But that means, the moon is, or better was and egg, right?’
Mira nodded. ‘An egg. What an imagination you have. Well, I know you have that. But that? That is something different. But…Hmm.’ Mira murmured. ‘You were thinking of Talon in the egg before, as you said, and you were looking at the moon before, right?’
‘Yes, that’s true Mum. So you think, falling asleep thinking of that time, my brain thought that the moon was an egg and Talon hatched out of it? But such a huge one? Wow!’
‘Something like that, yes. Amazing.’
Darkness fell as they both still kept sitting at the bench, thinking about her daydream. Matica looked up at the rising moon again. ‘What is if the moon wouldn’t be a moon at all,’ she whispered.
Mira just looked at her. ‘You think the moon is really an egg? No way! Don’t think that. The moon is the moon. It’s a junk of rock and bringing us the tides at the oceans and to light up the night.’
‘How do you know that?’ She shook her head. ‘It was so real. Maybe Talon or even Jesus was telling me something. Something what might happen in the future. You know.’ Matica looked at her mum.
Mira slowly shook her head. ‘No, that can’t be. The moon is standing there in the sky since the earth was formed. They both, the earth and the moon came to life together and stayed together for so long now.’
Matica nodded. ‘I know, we learned that. Okay.’ She grinned. ‘But think about it. It could be an egg. It looks like one anyway. Don’t you think?’
Mira shook her head again, looking at the moon. ‘He looks exceptional bright today.’
‘See!’ Matica yelled out. ‘It’s an egg.’ Then she burst out laughing. ‘I know, I know. The moon is not an egg, the moon is the moon, bringing us the tides at the ocean and is the light in the sky for us. Right, right. Fine, I believe you. And that’s that. No egg, right?’
‘No egg,’ Mira agreed. ‘Dad must be coming home soon. It’s getting late and dinner is ready.’
‘Where is Dad?’ Matica looked around. ‘He’s taking his time today.’
‘Yes, he said after lunch, that he has a longer lesson for the afternoon and that it will be later than usual.’
‘Well, speak of the ….’ They laughed, seeing Crayn coming home.
Matica jumped up, ran to her dad and jumped into his arms.
Crayn caught her in his arms and asked, ‘What is happening with you, my angel?’
As he asked her, he walked toward Mira. Seeing her smiling, he asked again, ‘Something happened while I was gone?’
‘You can say that again,’ Mira said. ‘But come, dinner is ready. She can tell it while we eat.’
Just then Aikon came running and sat at the table. ‘I saw Dad coming home and came. What did Matica do? I heard her saying something like that,’ He asked, looking expectantly at her with tilted head. ‘Had a dream again?’
They all went inside and sat at the table.
Mira took the plates out, put them on the table and distributed the food she had cooked. It was roast with roast potatoes and vegetables.
‘Wow, Mum, that smells fabulous. And looks fabulous,’ Matica and her father called out together. They laughed.
Matica took a bite, chewed a chunk of meat then she looked mischievously to her dad then to Aikon. Then she said, ‘Yes, Aikon,’ she said to his brother, ‘I had a dream again, well more like a day-dream, I would say. I kept sitting at the bench after studying with Amos and Nunoa, looking into the nothingness, nearly falling asleep. Then I saw the moon rising. And there it came to me.’
‘It was something about the moon?’ Aikon yelled out. ‘Great. Love the moon.’
But Matica didn’t say anything for the next few minutes; she was hungry and put her attention to her eating.
‘Come on, Mat. Tell us. I want to know,’ Aikon said impatiently.
‘Okay, here it comes. Ready for it?’
Everyone nodded, looking at her.
Matica told her day-dream about the moon as an egg and the huge bird hatched.
Crayn and Aikon stopped eating. Their moth fell open. Good, no food is falling out of their moths, Matica thought between and grinned. They had her full attention, listening, without saying anything. Mira ate finish, since she heard her day-dream already.
When she finished, Aikon yelled out, ‘Wow, I never thought of that. The moon? An egg? What else you’re coming up with? But, that’s great. I love it, I love your day-dream.’ Next he ran out and inspected the moon. When he came back in, he said seriously, ‘No, the moon is not an egg, he’s still up there. And, I must say, I am happy about it.’ He grinned mischievously, liking her day-dream.
‘Phwooh!’ Crayn sighted, wiping his forehead. ‘I’m really happy about that, Aikon. Thanks for checking it out. We need the moon, you know. He’s very important. Or chaos will come to our beautiful earth and then all will die.’
Everyone nodded, knowing about it, since Crayn had a lesion about it a view week’s ego.
‘But,’ Crayn turned back to Matica, ‘what an imagination you have, Mat. Never thought of the moon being an egg. Amazing. But I love it, yes, I do.’
‘Can I tell Emelio about your dream and Raphael?’ Aikon yelled out.
Matica shrugged her shoulders as she looked at her dad. ‘I was wondering as well. But it just happened.’ She turned to Aikon, ‘Yes, you might tell them. I don’t mind. But please let me know what they think about it.’
Everybody laughed and ate their dinner finish.