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Daisy Weal and the Secret






Daisy Weal and the Secret


Robert A.V. Jacobs



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Daisy Weal and the Secret

Copyright 2015 Robert A.V. Jacobs



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This is a Short Story based upon the Daisy Weal Series


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Suitable for anyone from ten years of age








Children’s fiction, ten years upwards

Daisy Weal

Daisy Weal and the Monster

Daisy Weal and Sir Charles

Daisy Weal and the Last Crenian


Daisy Weal and the Grelflin (short story)

Daisy Weal and the Weenies (short story)

Daisy Weal and the Millions (short story)

Daisy Weal and the Outside Place (Short Story)

The Adventures of Daisy Weal (Omnibus edition, containing four of the books in the series)


Young Adult and Adult Science Fiction and Fantasy

The Lost Starship

The Star Queen

Speaker (A collection of 29 short stories)

The Yellow Dragon

The Diamond Sword of Tor

Cardoney (Omnibus edition containing both The Yellow Dragon and The Diamond Sword of Tor)


Adult Science Fiction

As a Consequence



Adult Detective/Political Thrillers


The Disappearance of Natalie Firth

Time to Die



Sudoku, Food for the Mind





Daisy Weal and the Secret


A Daisy Weal Short Story.



A Note from the Author


This is just a short story from the Daisy Weal series, and would fit between chapters seven and eight of the first book in the series. It isn’t actually in any of the books, but was a later idea that I enjoyed writing. If you like it, I invite you to take a look at the rest of the series:


Daisy Weal

Daisy Weal and the Monster

Daisy Weal and Sir Charles

Daisy Weal and the last Crenian

Daisy Weal and the Grelflin (Short story)

Daisy Weal and the Weenies (Short story)

Daisy Weal and the Millions (Short story)

Daisy Weal and the Outside Place (Short Story)



All of the Novels are available from Smashwords and a variety of other outlets.

The short stories however, being free, are only available from Smashwords, and a couple of other outlets supplied by them.


These books are entirely suitable for anyone from ten years of age and upwards.





Table of Contents



A note from the Author

Daisy Weal and the Secret

About the Author





Daisy Weal and the Secret

Daisy never kept secrets from her mum, well almost never. There was one, which Daisy vowed no one would ever know about. Even though it was so far in the past that she felt that it really shouldn’t matter anymore, she also knew that, no one would believe her anyway. She was just a kid. Besides which everyone knew that time travel was impossible, and even if they knew about her superpowers, would they except that even with those powers she had only discovered that she could actually do it by accident.

Oh, time travel was not her secret…well it was a secret…but not the secret. That was something else entirely. The accident happened, when Daisy was sitting quietly on her bed, which if she was not ambling about, was something that she did a lot of. She was not becoming introverted, or even consumed with the extent of her powers. No, it was something her mind had to do, to bring everything into focus. She knew that she had only tapped a fraction of her capability, and it was the largely untapped part that she was exploring.

It had only been a couple of months since the incident of the outside place, and she was still coming to terms with what could have happened if the girl had been just a little more powerful. She now knew how to put people there, but having paid a brief visit herself, vowed that it would have to be something very grave indeed for her to actually do it.

She was still shaken up a little from the postman’s reaction to her good deed when she had sent him on holiday to Benidorm. She couldn’t have known how much he hated the sea, the beach, and anything Spanish, without exploring his mind, and she had resolved long ago not to do that unless it was an emergency.

So as I say, she was sitting quietly trying to make sense of it all, when there was a clap of thunder to end all claps from the ominous pile of cloud that she could just see from her window. She jumped at least a foot into the air.

Daisy was sitting quietly on her bed, which if she was not ambling about, was something that she did a lot of. But then her mind screamed Deja-vu, as a massive clap of thunder started the whole thing off again.

It happened four more times before she discovered that she could do one new thing and had already done another. Her mind instinctively took over and she brought time to a stop. As soon as it happened, the knowledge of how to do it was etched permanently into her brain. It was only a short term solution, and could only be held for a few minutes. Time was too big and she was too small for more than that.

But it was enough for her to force the daydreaming from her mind and replace it with a feeling of calm that almost radiated from her. She let go of time, and stared expressionless at the mass of cloud as the detonation shook the house. The moment passed, and she was still sitting quietly. She had broken the loop, and time once more reverted to a straight line.

So the other thing was the time travel. There was no doubt that she had jumped in time, and not only once but several times. A quick check into her most recent brain activity soon confirmed that she knew exactly how to do it again if she needed to. She had vague feelings that she had seen a long tunnel that stretched backwards down through the ages, but strangely it ended in the here and now. The logic in her mind immediately concluded that time travel forward of one’s own now was not possible. The only question that she had now was if she travelled backwards, did her now travel with her, or did it remain behind as a reference for return?

There was no way of knowing, without actually doing it and travelling into the past. It had to be tried to complete her knowledge, if nothing else. If she couldn’t get back, she wasn’t worried for herself, because she knew that with her powers she would be quite safe, but she was worried for her mother, and the hurt she would feel at Daisy’s disappearance.

Retrieving a piece of paper and a pen from her bedside drawer, she started to write. She got as far as the first letter, and then placed the pen and paper back in the drawer. It was better that no one knew that she could time travel. Her imagination ran rife, as she thought of all the people who would want her to confirm something or other in their past.

“Did Uncle Bertie really do that?”


“Was grandma’s death really an accident?”

And then would come,

“But you could go back and find out what really happened couldn’t you?”

Those were just two of the less onerous tasks that she would be implored to investigate. There were many more really unpleasant things, which in the scheme of things should remain undiscovered. No, it was best if it remained a secret. Oh sure, one day she would tell her mother, but not right now.

As I mentioned earlier, the small thing of time travel was not the secret, the big secret Daisy was keeping to herself. The secret was what she discovered when she eventually bit the bullet as it were and did go. That knowledge would change humanity’s view of itself forever, and whether or not it could cope with that knowledge was not something that she was prepared to risk.

A long way back, that was what she was going to do. She had always wanted to see early man, whether they were Neanderthals or Cro-Magnon. She wanted to see how it was that they developed into the humans that we see today. She had plenty of time, because if she did return, and her theories were correct, then she would return at almost the same instant that she was leaving.

A short trip first though to test those theories. She closed her eyes, and while it was not strictly necessary it did help her concentration. The thoughts she needed bubbled upwards, and there before her was the tunnel. Almost as soon as the wall started moving, she instinctively stuck her hand out to steady herself, but instead of slowing anything down, it went straight through the wall.

She appeared, still sitting on her bed, just in time to watch herself leaving the room. Stifling a grunt of surprise she mentally stepped back into the tunnel. The wall once again began to rush past, but when she slowly turned around, it came to a stop as she faced it, and then reversed direction exactly as she did herself. It seemed that the direction was chosen depending upon which way she was facing.

In less than a second, she came upon the end of the tunnel, and passed straight through it to find herself occupying a misty Daisy, who quickly faded and was gone. Her theory was correct. It was transference, with a misty Daisy arriving and then hardening as her other self, faded and disappeared. It was like the iciest blast of winter, and left her reaching for the quilt and wrapping it tightly around herself, to try to find some warmth.

She sat and shivered, but was relieved when the effect only lasted a few seconds, and she was soon able to discard the quilt. But from the intensity of the cold in those few seconds, it was obvious that any future time travel would need a little preparation in the form of something warm ready for her return.

There is no time like the present so they say, and almost immediately she was in the tunnel. She let the wall rush past for what seemed like an hour, and then plunged her hand into it. She emerged into bright sunlight, and a rolling plain that disappeared away into what looked like dense forest surrounding it. To her left she could see considerable movement, so she quickly erected her shield to ensure she remained undetected, and moved toward the movement.

It was a group of Neanderthals, and they were surrounding the carcass of something that looked vaguely like a four legged animal. Using sharp pieces of stone, and in some cases their teeth, they were ripping pieces from it and stuffing them into their mouths. It seemed that fire had not been discovered yet, or maybe it had and they just preferred raw meat. There was a lot of animosity, with pushing, shoving and even one striking another with a rock in their eagerness to get the best of the meat. Maybe fire had not been discovered yet, but the concept of using objects as weapons certainly had.

A sudden shadow alerted her to something overhead, and her mouth dropped open as some sort of craft hurtled past. Less than half a second later another of different design passed in hot pursuit. The Neanderthals were scattering, and running towards the tree line, obviously in fear of their lives.

The pursuing craft suddenly veered to the left as a massive flash of something streaked out from the rear of the pursued. The flare curved away to impact upon the ground leaving a mighty tear in the forest at least a hundred metres wide. The second craft in turn opened fire, only to miss and create a duplicate scar through the trees.

They were not so lucky when they both fired again. There were simultaneous hits, and the two craft, obviously severely damaged, headed for the ground out of control. Small objects were issuing from both craft, and puffs of fire could be seen from each as they settled down well out of range, to watch their dying craft plough into the ground and explode spectacularly.

As she watched, both groups moved towards each other with what could only be weapons in their hands. When they were within range, one raised his weapon, but hesitated as someone from the other group shouted.

Daisy’s thoughts reached out, and even though she could not understand the words, she could understand the thoughts, and their meaning became glaringly obvious,

“There is no point to this,” was what she heard.

The man in the first group lowered his weapon,

“I agree,” he said, “did you not manage to contact your people either?”

“There was no time,” was the reply, “and besides which we are way outside of where they expect us to be.”

“Then we are marooned,” said the man holstering his weapon

“I can’t fault your logic.” said the man who had first spoken, “Maybe they’ll find us someday, but until then we will have to make the most of it.”

“True,” replied the other, “apart from some very primitive bipeds, this place is largely uninhabited. We should have no trouble surviving.”

“If you are happy to stay here,” suggested the first, “we can go find somewhere else, far enough away to keep us apart.”

From where Daisy was standing, she could see that both groups were humanoid. They looked the same but somehow different. So this was the way that it had all started. Humanity had not developed from the Neanderthals after all, or anything else Earthbound, but had been effectively seeded from somewhere else. Both of these similar races, from the earlier evidence, were pretty warlike, so the question of what had happened to the Neanderthals seemed to have been answered.

Daisy was sorely tempted to make contact with them, and perhaps offer a few words of guidance, but the likelihood of them listening to an eight-year old was pretty remote. They had just been in the process of trying to kill each other, so the fact that they could agree on something was progress indeed. Throwing a third spanner into the works might end up losing more than could be gained.

No, she would return home and leave them to make the world in their own way. There was no need for humanity to have all of their beliefs shattered. Darwinian theories still held sway for everything else on Earth, but it just didn’t apply to the dominant species. The humans that she had seen out there on the plain, looked the same in every way to those that still existed forty thousand years later.*

*Neanderthals became extinct between 41,000 and 39,000 years ago, to be replaced, according to current thinking, by Humans shortly after. See: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neanderthal

For the foreseeable future, at least, the secret of mankind’s appearance on Earth would remain safely locked up in Daisy’s mind. She moved closer, hoping to get a better view, but the two groups suddenly turned from each other, and started to trudge off into the distance. As she turned away, her attention was suddenly focused on the ground in front of her, as she stubbed her toe on an object in the grass. It was a weapon that had either been discarded by one of the humans, or had fallen from one of the dying craft.

She picked it up, thinking it would make a nice souvenir, and stepped into the tunnel. She let the wall flow, keeping her attention on the blank end of the wall in the distance that was rushing toward her. There was a slight tingling sensation as she passed through it, and her hand reflexively tightened around her souvenir. As she solidified she reached for the quilt, but it was only a few minutes later after she had warmed up that she realised the weapon was gone.

An intensive search followed, but the weapon could not be found. A suspicion started to form in Daisy’s mind, and she concentrated her thoughts onto the few seconds that had passed as she came through the wall. Moving into slow motion she studied the sequence, and was rewarded by the sight of her souvenir disappearing as she emerged. It seemed that time would not allow you to bring anything back, that you had not taken with you in the first place.

Daisy mind was very intuitive, more so than most people and that intuition was now telling her that you would not be able to make changes to the past either, or any changes you did make would not translate up the time line. It seemed that the past was protected. What she had learned today, would serve her well in the future, but for now she decided that time travel was not as much fun as she had hoped.



The End





About the Author

Born in the Royal Military Hospital in Portsmouth, England in 1938 and attended Titchfield (Hampshire, UK) Primary School and Fareham (Hampshire, UK) Secondary Modern Boys School until 1953

Joined the Royal Air Force as an Apprentice in 1955 and served 14 years, being discharged in 1968. During that period, in 1962, he met and married Kim, and they are still together after 49 years After, a short period as a Prison Officer, he entered the Computer Industry with Golden Wonder Ltd and stayed in that profession with various companies until 1991. He then joined an Inner City Medical Practice in Leicester (Leicestershire UK) as Fundholding Manager and Practice Manager until his retirement in 2003. He currently lives in Leicestershire and also spends time in Sax, a small town near Alicante in Spain.


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Daisy Weal and the Secret

This is a short story, based upon the Daisy Weal series, and if you wanted to insert it chronologically, it would go somewhere between chapters seven and eight of book one. If you are anywhere over ten years of age, and like superh1ero fantasy then you are going to enjoy this. There are five books and four short stories in the series, with the first novel also being available from Audible and iTunes as an audiobook. A sudden clap of thunder is the catalyst that propels Daisy into making a discovery that could change mankind forever. It is so startling, that she decides that it must never become known, but must remain a secret at all costs.

  • ISBN: 9781311529909
  • Author: Robert A.V. Jacobs
  • Published: 2015-09-06 17:16:18
  • Words: 3120
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