Book 1: Section 6: Chapter 2: Part 1 of 1
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 6: Roswell or Bust
Chapter 2: The Return of Hank
~ Another Skeleton ~
Timeline: Monday / Same Day
“Dry bones in the valley.” “Dry Bones" by Bascom Lamar Lunsford
“Lilly, this is the Sheriff. We have a body in the desert here about six miles off rural road 246, the radio crackled and sputtered. “Send the medical examiner out ASAP.”
“Sure thing Sheriff.” Lilly’s southern drawl was a fresh breath in the Roswell Sheriff’s Office. Hiring Lilly had to be one of the best decisions the new sheriff had made. Not only was she efficient, a whiz in computer technology, but also not bad on the eyes. “Anything else?”
“No that is about all. Oh wait, has Jim called in yet?”
“No. I am sure he will be in a few minutes.”
“Okay have him take the morning rounds until I get in the office.”
“Sure thing Sheriff.”
Jim came walking in about then. “Morning Lilly, how is everything so far.”
“Just fine Jim. The sheriff just called in, he has a dead body off route 246. He wants you to take the morning rounds. He will get with you later.”
“Okay thanks, Lilly,” said Jim as he left the office for his job.
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The examiner arrived quickly at the scene. The sheriff already had his deputies busy implementing the guidelines for criminal investigation. With so few homicides in Roswell, this case was excellent to train and reacquaint officers with procedures to follow. The examiner looked around, the sun was already bearing down on his neck, he reached up wiping his neck with a handkerchief. He was pleased to see the sheriff was following removal procedures noting both a photographer snapping pictures, as well as a video camera.
“Sheriff.”
“Doc.”
“So what do we have here?” The medical examiner bent down to look at the decomposed corpse. “Well I can tell you for certain this is a murder or at the very least a cover-up,” he said as he snapped on the surgical gloves.
“Why?” asked Sheriff Hanson.
“He did not bury himself,” said the medical examiner trying to conceal the smug look on his face. Sheriff Hanson shot him a disgusted look at being caught having his chain pulled. “Sorry could not resist. Been saving that one for a long time. “
“Can we get serious Doc? Look at these bones. It is as if they were fused together.” Hanson pointed to the rib area where you could see the white bones melted together. “How can something like that happen?”
“Probably a genetic mutation.”
“What if I say that I saw another body like that a couple of years ago,” said Hanson.
The medical examiner barely heard the Sheriff as he was instructing the deputies, “Careful boys I want to get any physical evidence as you pick up that body. “ The bones and remaining clothing fell into pieces as the deputies try to move the remains into a body bag, a wallet dropped to the ground. “Well look here we may have an identity after all.” The examiner reached over, grabbed the wallet, checking the ID inside. “Looks like a Hank Whitmore, address is at that Old Chisholm Trail Trailer Park. “
“I know who that is. That is Michael Guerin’s foster father; in fact, it was Michael that was brought in for questioning on those other bones.” The Sheriff walked over to his car and radioed in, “Lilly?”
“Hi there, Sheriff.”
“I want you to run a search through the database for a Michael Guerin. I want to know if there are any hits. Looking to see if he has been recently arrested or his whereabouts known.
“Well do Sheriff. Give a call back on the results.” Lilly immediately started typing in the information. The database was a recent addition to the Roswell Sheriff’s office. Lilly was proud to have helped in getting the database installed, it was similar to one she used at the police station in Atlanta. In just a few minutes, she would know if Mr. Guerin was sitting in a jail cell, any warrants issued, or even where he got a new driver’s license.
“Bingo,” Lilly exclaimed as she picked up the shortwave. “Sheriff, come back.”
“Lilly got anything?”
“We have a hit in Chicago, they have him in jail. Captain Will Tanner is in charge of that unit. I will text message you his number.”
“Thanks, Lilly.”
Sheriff picked up his cell phone and placed a call to Chicago. “Hello Captain Tanner, this is Sheriff Hanson from Roswell, New Mexico.”
“Sheriff what can I do for you.
“You have a Michael Guerin in jail there.”
“Let me check.” The sheriff could hear the rustle of paper and keyboard typing. “Yes Sheriff, for a minor offense of drunken and disorderly conduct from a fistfight. He is a real case from what the arresting officer said. What has he done?”
“He is wanted for questioning in a murder. I have a body down here of his foster father; this is the second similar body we have seen here that his name connected too.”
“Get the paperwork processed and we will have him ready for shipping.’
“Sounds good. Thanks for the cooperation, Chicago. I will have a team dispatch immediately.”
“No problem, we are here to serve the people. Anything else we can do for you Roswell. No, well pleasure doing business with you.” The Captain put down the phone. “Jenkins in here now.” Jenkins was your typical Chicago police officer who upon hearing his name being called out, rounded the door as he walked into the Captain’s office. “You are the one that arrested that punk Michael Guerin, right.”
“Yes Sir, it took four of us to put him down. A real tough shit that one,” replied Jenkins.
“There is some paper coming down the pipe from New Mexico, get him ready for transport. Looks like Mr. Guerin is being extradited for murder. “
***
Jim kept busy for most of the day and before he realized it was time to check out and go home. Jim called in his location and notifying the office, he was done for the day. “I am off Lilly; did the sheriff ever come back?”
“Yes Jim he was here for a while before he sent an extradition team to Chicago.”
“Chicago?”
“Yes, sir he was going to pick up a prisoner.”
Jim thought it was strange he was not called in on this death but shrugged it off he had other things to worry about.
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Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash
Book 1: Section 6: Chapter 3: Part 1 of 2
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 6: Roswell or Bust
Chapter 3: Hollow Inside
~ Persistent Memories ~
Timeline: Monday / Same Day
“Is it lust, is it love Whatever it is I can't get enough” “Lust Or Love” by The Scorpions
Michael woke up late not even realizing how much sleep he had deprived himself of over the last few weeks. He stretch and yawned as he forced himself out of bed and got dressed. He wandered out to the kitchen where he found a note that Mr. Evans would be in court all day and Mrs. Evans had some charity work to finish at the children’s wing of the hospital.
Michael was grateful for the quiet time, no questions, dirty looks, or accusations. It felt good, free. He turned on the TV and flipped until he found the sports station. Snuggling down into the sofa, Michael decided to spend the day watching sports.
Slowly Michael fell back asleep.
The night was hot as Rath sluiced the blood and mud of the battlefield off his lean toned body. Taking out the gold beads from his hair, he poured water over the long locks letting the enemy’s blood fall upon the ground. Finally, he scrubbed his body clean with a brush and some disinfectant soap. Rath stepped out of the shower area and grabbed a towel to briskly dry himself off before dressing in a long silken skirt that left his upper body exposed. Walking into the bedroom section of his tent, he threw his body down upon the cushions; he was tired the last four days were long. The enemy had tested his army’s resistance over an over again, varying their methods. Rath though was able to counterattack them each time leading his men to victory. He now just wanted to sleep; tomorrow they would root out the renegade rebels responsible for the uprising.
Stretching out he soon fell asleep to the night birds as they called out their song of life as the death seekers glided over the battlefield. Zan arrived at the encampment late; the sun had already set when his transport touched down. He secretly had left the palace, under heavy escort, to come and see if TellymonRath was okay. He had failed in the last three days to allow Zan to dream walk him.
Zan walked into TellymonRath’s tent and headed to the chamber area. There he saw him sprawled out in bed fast asleep. Zan smiled, he extinguished the lamps that were still lit and removed his clothes. He gently leaned on the bed, as he softly brushed his lips over his, Rath shivered in his sleep as his breathing deepened. Zan ran his hands down Tellymon’s chest, and opened the silken skirt letting it fall to the sides of his body. He was okay, Zan took a deep breath of air, there were no wounds evident. Zan leaned over once again and took Tellymon’s lips in a soft kiss, he wanted lust and desire to fill his waking moments.
Zan let one hand stroke and caress the proud erection that Tellymon had. He moaned and stretched as Zan flicked his tongue at Tellymon’s lips. Rath groaned in his sleep dreaming of Zan hand fucking his hard cock. Zan slowly lowered himself on top of Rath as his kissed him more demanding, his hand still softly stoking him.
Suddenly Rath rolled over, grasping Zan in his arms as he kissed him tenderly. “Zan what are you doing here?” whispered Tellymon, as he was busy kissing Zan’s neck.
“You blocked me out so I came to check on you and what do I find?” Zan stole another kiss, letting his tongue trace the inside of Rath’s mouth. “You fast asleep on the job.” Zan playfully slapped Rath’s ass leaving it smarting.
“Ow!” Tellymon complained, “That hurt,” as he moved his hand back to rub his butt.
“Oh is the baby all right!” Zan grinned.
“Baby!” Tellymon eyes narrowed. “Oh those are fighting words Zan.” Rath mocked him.
“So you want to fight? Do you?” Zan rolled Tellymon over and pinned his arms above his head. “I thought you had enough of battles on the field.” He bent down and kissed him, elating in the feel of the kiss.
“Are you good enough to take me Zan,” taunted TellymonRath as he reached up taking Zan in a kiss that brought his body down on top of his.
“Oh I am more than good,” Zan announced in between kisses. “I am very good, heard tell I am fantastic.”
“Fantastic!” Rath could not help but laughed at that, “and who said that? Anyone I know?”
“Maybe!” said Zan in an uplifting voice, as he moved his hips making his cock grind against Rath’s cock in a duel.
“Fuck,” Tellymon punctuated out.
“Shh the guards will hear and they will know what we are doing,” teased Zan.
“The guards can go and fuck each other,” Rath hissed as his cock rubbed against Zan. “In fact I will walk out stark naked and give them a show of what fucking is all about.”
“Oh you are in a mood tonight,” Zan kept his hips circling as Tellymon began to leak pre-cum. “Feeling daring are we?” Zan put some of his body weight down on his hips putting pressure as he ground their cocks together even more.
“Fuck,” Tellymon was breathing hard. Short battles always give him a natural high, exhilaration, incredible lust for power. “Damn you Zan,” as Tellymon tried to shift his position he wanted more. “Get your ass in gear and fuck me now!”
Zan could tell Tellymon was a little high; he never laughed or played like this when he is normal. However, the battles brought out this side of him, the side Zan only saw if he snuck onto the battlefield after a victory, but then again Commandeer Rath always had victories. Zan always this time together, sometimes it only lasted a few hours other times a couple of days. It al depended on hard the battle was and how much stress he was under. The harder the battle, the higher the sensation, the longer it lasted.
“Yes sir,” Zan mocked saluted him, before he latched onto a nipple as he started his own personal assault on TellymonRath’s body. “I bet the enemy never did this move.” Zan winked as he lightly bit and sucked on the pointed tips. Rath thrust his ass up in the air; his arms were still being held down by Zan’s hands
“Zan,” he moaned writhing yet allowing Zan to keep his arms pinned down.
“What?” Zan replied as he continued to kiss and caress Rath’s body, “What do want my love.”
Rath stopped moving and looked at Zan, “First baby, then love, what next?”
“You don’t like my pet names for you, asked Zan teasingly. He loved to play with Tellymon when he could.
Tellymon growled out his answer, “Not unless it sounds like a warrior.”
“Oh okay,” Zan, thought a moment while Tellymon wriggled his arms free. “What about ‘Sword of my Desire’? Or how about ‘Battle Mount’? How do those sound?” Zan wigged his eyebrows wile trying to look serious.
“Funny, Zan real funny.” Rath traced his fingers around Zan’s jaw and down his chest. He stopped at his heart and felt the strong beat under his palm.
“I know,” Zan suddenly blurted out, “How about Mr. Fantastic,” Zan yelped when Rath tackled him and rolled over on top of him tickling his side. “Oh I forgot that is my name,” he sputtered between bouts of laugher.
Tellymon was laughing also, a low deep laugh that he only makes, a laugh Zan can spot a mile way. After rolling around for a while, Zan landed on top of a smiling Rath, whom he pulled into a tight kiss. The kisses deepen as laughter leaves replace by heavy breathing and serious placement of hands. Zan fingers found their way into his ass as one made its way inwards. Rath gasped and nearly sucked Zan’s tongue down his throat, unprepared for the back door invasion. Zan smiled, “I thought a good Commandeer always knew where the enemy was?”
“If my enemies were all this delicious, why would I need to know,” questioned Rath as he licked a tongue across Zan’s chest finding a sensitive nipple to suck on. Zan took a large gasp of air and drove another finger into Tellymon. He jumped slightly, arranging his ass for Zan to penetrate deeper as he molded his body into Zan.
"Please, don't stop," whispered Tellymon his voice vibrated against Zan’s chest. Rath moaned softly, passionately, as Zan’s fingers slid back and forth. “Deeper," he panted. "It feels so good…”
“What do you want Tellymon,” purr Zan’s voice in Rath’s ear, as he felt his body shake and tremble from the emotional surges.
"Your cock," Tellymon sighed passively. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me."
Zan could feel the fire burning inside Rath, the inferno that was waiting to be released. His mind was a frenzy knowing that he caused Tellymon to plead for him, to desire him, to want him. He knew that Tellymon had to have him, to fuck him right now.
Grasping him around his waist, Zan entered him up to the hilt until his balls bounce against Tellymon’s butt. The he began to thrust and thrust, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, their sense were heighten as Rath moan louder and louder.
The fuck sounds that Zan is creating drives Tellymon to the point of sheer madness as he bucked up and into Zan. Tellymon could feel the power in Zan’s lower body take over as he pounded hard and fast. Zan leaned forward taking Rath in a deep kiss in between thrusts, his tongue robbing him of speech.
Tellymon was moaning non-stop as Zan grabbed his cock and started to stroke it as he prepared to come. He felt his balls tighten as he thrust in deep and squeezed the liquid out of Tellymon’s cock. He exploded into Rath as his fingers held onto his hips digging in, pushing himself further in.
“FUCK” Tellymon screamed out, his power was uncontained as the floor and ground beneath the tent and outwards for a few hundred feet began to shake. The guards on duty heard the scream and felt the ground move. They just smiled secretly to themselves and kept watch, never to tell what goes on in the Royal Quarters.
Book 1: Section 6: Chapter 3: Part 1 of 2
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 6: Roswell or Bust
Chapter 3: Hollow Inside
~ Persistent Memories ~
Timeline: Monday / Same Day
“Is it lust, is it love Whatever it is I can't get enough” “Lust Or Love” by The Scorpions
Michael woke up late not even realizing how much sleep he had deprived himself of over the last few weeks. He stretch and yawned as he forced himself out of bed and got dressed. He wandered out to the kitchen where he found a note that Mr. Evans would be in court all day and Mrs. Evans had some charity work to finish at the children’s wing of the hospital.
Michael was grateful for the quiet time, no questions, dirty looks, or accusations. It felt good, free. He turned on the TV and flipped until he found the sports station. Snuggling down into the sofa, Michael decided to spend the day watching sports.
Slowly Michael fell back asleep.
The night was hot as Rath sluiced the blood and mud of the battlefield off his lean toned body. Taking out the gold beads from his hair, he poured water over the long locks letting the enemy’s blood fall upon the ground. Finally, he scrubbed his body clean with a brush and some disinfectant soap. Rath stepped out of the shower area and grabbed a towel to briskly dry himself off before dressing in a long silken skirt that left his upper body exposed. Walking into the bedroom section of his tent, he threw his body down upon the cushions; he was tired the last four days were long. The enemy had tested his army’s resistance over an over again, varying their methods. Rath though was able to counterattack them each time leading his men to victory. He now just wanted to sleep; tomorrow they would root out the renegade rebels responsible for the uprising.
Stretching out he soon fell asleep to the night birds as they called out their song of life as the death seekers glided over the battlefield. Zan arrived at the encampment late; the sun had already set when his transport touched down. He secretly had left the palace, under heavy escort, to come and see if TellymonRath was okay. He had failed in the last three days to allow Zan to dream walk him.
Zan walked into TellymonRath’s tent and headed to the chamber area. There he saw him sprawled out in bed fast asleep. Zan smiled, he extinguished the lamps that were still lit and removed his clothes. He gently leaned on the bed, as he softly brushed his lips over his, Rath shivered in his sleep as his breathing deepened. Zan ran his hands down Tellymon’s chest, and opened the silken skirt letting it fall to the sides of his body. He was okay, Zan took a deep breath of air, there were no wounds evident. Zan leaned over once again and took Tellymon’s lips in a soft kiss, he wanted lust and desire to fill his waking moments.
Zan let one hand stroke and caress the proud erection that Tellymon had. He moaned and stretched as Zan flicked his tongue at Tellymon’s lips. Rath groaned in his sleep dreaming of Zan hand fucking his hard cock. Zan slowly lowered himself on top of Rath as his kissed him more demanding, his hand still softly stoking him.
Suddenly Rath rolled over, grasping Zan in his arms as he kissed him tenderly. “Zan what are you doing here?” whispered Tellymon, as he was busy kissing Zan’s neck.
“You blocked me out so I came to check on you and what do I find?” Zan stole another kiss, letting his tongue trace the inside of Rath’s mouth. “You fast asleep on the job.” Zan playfully slapped Rath’s ass leaving it smarting.
“Ow!” Tellymon complained, “That hurt,” as he moved his hand back to rub his butt.
“Oh is the baby all right!” Zan grinned.
“Baby!” Tellymon eyes narrowed. “Oh those are fighting words Zan.” Rath mocked him.
“So you want to fight? Do you?” Zan rolled Tellymon over and pinned his arms above his head. “I thought you had enough of battles on the field.” He bent down and kissed him, elating in the feel of the kiss.
“Are you good enough to take me Zan,” taunted TellymonRath as he reached up taking Zan in a kiss that brought his body down on top of his.
“Oh I am more than good,” Zan announced in between kisses. “I am very good, heard tell I am fantastic.”
“Fantastic!” Rath could not help but laughed at that, “and who said that? Anyone I know?”
“Maybe!” said Zan in an uplifting voice, as he moved his hips making his cock grind against Rath’s cock in a duel.
“Fuck,” Tellymon punctuated out.
“Shh the guards will hear and they will know what we are doing,” teased Zan.
“The guards can go and fuck each other,” Rath hissed as his cock rubbed against Zan. “In fact I will walk out stark naked and give them a show of what fucking is all about.”
“Oh you are in a mood tonight,” Zan kept his hips circling as Tellymon began to leak pre-cum. “Feeling daring are we?” Zan put some of his body weight down on his hips putting pressure as he ground their cocks together even more.
“Fuck,” Tellymon was breathing hard. Short battles always give him a natural high, exhilaration, incredible lust for power. “Damn you Zan,” as Tellymon tried to shift his position he wanted more. “Get your ass in gear and fuck me now!”
Zan could tell Tellymon was a little high; he never laughed or played like this when he is normal. However, the battles brought out this side of him, the side Zan only saw if he snuck onto the battlefield after a victory, but then again Commandeer Rath always had victories. Zan always this time together, sometimes it only lasted a few hours other times a couple of days. It al depended on hard the battle was and how much stress he was under. The harder the battle, the higher the sensation, the longer it lasted.
“Yes sir,” Zan mocked saluted him, before he latched onto a nipple as he started his own personal assault on TellymonRath’s body. “I bet the enemy never did this move.” Zan winked as he lightly bit and sucked on the pointed tips. Rath thrust his ass up in the air; his arms were still being held down by Zan’s hands
“Zan,” he moaned writhing yet allowing Zan to keep his arms pinned down.
“What?” Zan replied as he continued to kiss and caress Rath’s body, “What do want my love.”
Rath stopped moving and looked at Zan, “First baby, then love, what next?”
“You don’t like my pet names for you, asked Zan teasingly. He loved to play with Tellymon when he could.
Tellymon growled out his answer, “Not unless it sounds like a warrior.”
“Oh okay,” Zan, thought a moment while Tellymon wriggled his arms free. “What about ‘Sword of my Desire’? Or how about ‘Battle Mount’? How do those sound?” Zan wigged his eyebrows wile trying to look serious.
“Funny, Zan real funny.” Rath traced his fingers around Zan’s jaw and down his chest. He stopped at his heart and felt the strong beat under his palm.
“I know,” Zan suddenly blurted out, “How about Mr. Fantastic,” Zan yelped when Rath tackled him and rolled over on top of him tickling his side. “Oh I forgot that is my name,” he sputtered between bouts of laugher.
Tellymon was laughing also, a low deep laugh that he only makes, a laugh Zan can spot a mile way. After rolling around for a while, Zan landed on top of a smiling Rath, whom he pulled into a tight kiss. The kisses deepen as laughter leaves replace by heavy breathing and serious placement of hands. Zan fingers found their way into his ass as one made its way inwards. Rath gasped and nearly sucked Zan’s tongue down his throat, unprepared for the back door invasion. Zan smiled, “I thought a good Commandeer always knew where the enemy was?”
“If my enemies were all this delicious, why would I need to know,” questioned Rath as he licked a tongue across Zan’s chest finding a sensitive nipple to suck on. Zan took a large gasp of air and drove another finger into Tellymon. He jumped slightly, arranging his ass for Zan to penetrate deeper as he molded his body into Zan.
"Please, don't stop," whispered Tellymon his voice vibrated against Zan’s chest. Rath moaned softly, passionately, as Zan’s fingers slid back and forth. “Deeper," he panted. "It feels so good…”
“What do you want Tellymon,” purr Zan’s voice in Rath’s ear, as he felt his body shake and tremble from the emotional surges.
"Your cock," Tellymon sighed passively. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me."
Zan could feel the fire burning inside Rath, the inferno that was waiting to be released. His mind was a frenzy knowing that he caused Tellymon to plead for him, to desire him, to want him. He knew that Tellymon had to have him, to fuck him right now.
Grasping him around his waist, Zan entered him up to the hilt until his balls bounce against Tellymon’s butt. The he began to thrust and thrust, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, their sense were heighten as Rath moan louder and louder.
The fuck sounds that Zan is creating drives Tellymon to the point of sheer madness as he bucked up and into Zan. Tellymon could feel the power in Zan’s lower body take over as he pounded hard and fast. Zan leaned forward taking Rath in a deep kiss in between thrusts, his tongue robbing him of speech.
Tellymon was moaning non-stop as Zan grabbed his cock and started to stroke it as he prepared to come. He felt his balls tighten as he thrust in deep and squeezed the liquid out of Tellymon’s cock. He exploded into Rath as his fingers held onto his hips digging in, pushing himself further in.
“FUCK” Tellymon screamed out, his power was uncontained as the floor and ground beneath the tent and outwards for a few hundred feet began to shake. The guards on duty heard the scream and felt the ground move. They just smiled secretly to themselves and kept watch, never to tell what goes on in the Royal Quarters.
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Book 1: Section 6: Chapter 3: Part 1 of 2
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 6 : Roswell or Bust
Chapter 3: Hollow Inside
~ What is Michael concealing?~
Timeline: Monday / Same Day
“Somehow I lost my way. And now it’s clear to me. All that I fought so hard to keep. Is all I had to leave” "Hollow Again" by Project 86
It was late afternoon when Diane came back to the house. She found Michael asleep on the sofa watching a football game through his eyelids. She smiled and turned off the TV. She went to the kitchen and put the groceries she had bought away. Turning to clean up any dishes Michael may have used for breakfast and lunch, she noticed that there were none. In fact, it looked like the kitchen was never even touched. It was the same story for Max’s bedroom, except for the roughly made bed, and the bathroom. Did that kid just sit there all day hungry watching TV thought Diane as she returned to the kitchen? Why?
Michael woke with the silence and heard someone in the back part of the house. He could smell perfume and knew it was Mrs. Evans.
“Can I help with anything Mrs. Evans?” asked Michael from the doorway.
Diane turned around with a big smile, “Well hi there sleepy head. No there is nothing to do. Have anything special you want for dinner?”
Michael just shook his head no.
“What did you have for breakfast and lunch, so I won’t duplicate?” asked Diane already knowing the answer.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing at all!” Diane’s voice gave away her concerned. “Well I will have to change that young man. You need to eat properly; your body needs good nutrition, even if you are only half-human. “
“Actually what you see is fully human just evolved a few thousand years. The flesh, organs, muscular, skeletal, and nervous systems are all human.” Michael spoke flexing his hands in and out. “The difference lies mainly in our blood, some errant DNA, and mental capacities. At least that is what Nasedo told me.”
“Then you need to eat.” Diane said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Yes.”
“Why did you not make lunch for yourself?”
Michael shrugged his shoulders. Mrs. Evans poured him a glass of orange juice and indicated for him to sit.
“Are you feeling okay Michael?” she asked.
“Yeah just tired,” he replied in a very quiet very un-Michael like manner.
Diane nodded as she poured herself a glass and sat down across from him.
“Is Isabel okay Michael?”
“Yeah she is fine. She is homesick like the rest, I am sure she will be glad to be back in Roswell.”
“Were you homesick also?”
“No, I have nothing in Roswell; my life was with me Max, Isabel and Maria.”
Diane was surprised at Michael’s candor. “Isabel was Vilandra on Antar right?” Michael nodded yes. “She was your wife?” Michael looked away and sighed. “Did I miss understand?” Diane braced herself for the answer.
“No, not really. She is still my wife,” Michael shrugged, “according to Antarian Law.”
Diane took in a deep breath and went on, “Well I guess that makes me the grandmother of those beautiful girls.”
The corner of Michael lips curled up at the mention of the girls. He looked at Diane Evans and realization hit him, ‘Oh My God she is my mother-in –aw’. He gulped and wished he could die now before Philip Evans came home and remembered Michael had to have sleep with his Isabel to have those kids. ‘What will he do to me when he finds out we are still sleeping together?’ Michael shifted worried about his lower anatomy.
“Hello Michael, Diane.” Philip had just entered the kitchen carrying a large bag with him. “I have dinner, hope Chinese is okay?”
Michael got up from the table and was slowly slinking away.
“That sounds great Philip.” Diane said getting out the plates and setting the table. “Michael come back in here, sit down and have dinner. “
Dinner passed quickly, the talk was mostly small about the day’s events at the hospital and the courthouse.
“There is scuttlebutt going around that the Sheriff today discovered a body off of route 246 and that the murderer is in Chicago.” Philip informed Diane as he helped himself to some wasabi sauce.”
“Oh dear what is this town coming to, “gasped Diane.
“I hear they will be extraditing him back here tomorrow afternoon sometime to face charges.”
“Do they know who the body is?” asked Diane.
“Haven’t heard, seems as though the sheriff’s office is keeping this hushed up.”
Michael froze when the doorbell rang. Mrs. Evans rose to open the door passing behind Michael where she softly placed her hand on his shoulder. “Calm Michael, it is only Jim, Amy, Nancy, and Jeff coming over with dessert.’’
“I hope everyone is in the mood for my Coconut Cream Pie,” said Amy as she sailed into the room. “Hello Michael, did you sleep well?”
“Yes here let me help you with those.” Michael jumped up a little too fast and caught the table in his side. The pain from his ribs tore through him, evident by his face as he grabbed his side.
“Michael what is wrong with your side?” asked Jim. “Here let me see.”
Blinded by the pain Michael was slow in keeping Jim from lifting up his shirt seeing the different bruises across his middle and the welts across his back. Michael quickly brushed Jim’s hands aside, “I’m fine.” Taking the pies from Amy, he sat them on the counter. He could feel the parents’ eyes staring at him. “Some guy jumped me at work,” Michael had to fabricate this lie, how could he tell then what Max had done. “I am okay, it will heal.” With that, Michael walked out of the room.
Jim said nothing but noted how nervous Michael was. The marks on his back were not from a fight , but an object being struck hard against him, In fact, he did not act like Michael at all since arriving, he was too quiet, polite, no sarcasm, no sparkle in his eyes, or edge to his voice. It was Michael but hollowed out.
“Okay, here hand me some plates, those pies are only good for short time out of the refrigerator.” Amy took the first pie container, took out a pie and cut it into six very large sections. Amy had seen Michael’s ribs, knowing that he would balk if they questioned him directly; she decided to take the other direct method, the stomach.
Diane picked up on Amy’s method, “Let’s have our pie in the living room with some coffee where we will be comfortable.” Diane poured some coffee into cups and placed them on a tray along with a bottle of Tabasco.
Philip took the tray into the living room where Michael was sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands crying. He placed the tray down and went back to the kitchen grabbing Jeff and Jim by the arms and leading them out to the porch. “Something is wrong with Michael. I just saw him crying on the sofa. I have known that kid for years and he has never cried. Now this is the second time.”
“I agree with you Philip something is not right. Michael’s shell is there but not him inside,” noted Jim
“Do you think something happened to the kids and he just cannot tell us?” asked Jeff worried about Liz. “Could he be a shape shifter?”
“I pray that neither is the case,” said Jim looking through the window at Michael. What was Michael concealing?
Michael felt trapped, his head was pounding again and the voice was back telling him to act, to take what is due him. The back of his neck was on fire, the muscles burning from the stress. Michael rubbed the muscles, an inch on each side of the spinal cord at the base of his skull. What was happening to him? Was he going crazy? The voice finally stopped and Michael regained his composure, his face again expressionless as the parents walked in.
“Michael did you have a chance to contact Max?” asked Nancy.
“I talked to Isabel, and told her to leave this morning for Roswell. They will meet us at the old silver mine. It will take them about 30 hours with stops for food and gas to get here. I will try to contact her again tonight.” Michael was sure he would meet Isabel in his dreams; in fact, he looked forward to sleep.
Amy handed the pie all around, she could feel Michael’s stress at the thought of the kids coming home. Jim helped by handing out the coffee cups. His hands began to glow, when the cups on the tray suddenly shattered sending shards everywhere. Michael, moving quicker than the parents ever imagined, sent out a wave which stopped the shards in their path, motionless in midair, and then with a graceful closure of his hand he reassembled the cups and gently sat them down on the table.
“May I?” asked Michael as he came up on the side of Jim. Michael placed his hands on Jim’s temples, “Concentrate.” Michael sent a force in to help Jim in controlling his powers, mental instructions that would aid in redirecting the connections that were being made deep in the brain cortex. Jim felt a warm sensation and Michael soothing voice in his head. The pain he had experienced from each of these episodes died, replaced by euphoria. “Is that better?” asked Michael as he removed his hands. The other parents were watching the procedure with interest.
“Yeah that feels a lot better.” Jim looked over at Michael in amazement, he was just beginning to understand what it was like being part alien, or an advance human as he preferred the term, alien was still just too foreign.
“Jim, are you all right?” asked Amy.
“Better than all right, I feel really good, for the first time in years.” Jim flexed his hands and arms. He felt something coursing through his veins, a younger more vital Jim Valenti.
“A rush isn’t it?” Michael smirked at Jim as he realized his new abilities.
“How did you do that?”
“Comes with the territory I guess.”
“Michael, what kind of powers will Jim have.” asked Philip.
“I don’t know, it can vary. It is not like the X-men, each person has a special ability. Some abilities are just stronger than others,” answered Michael. Pointing at Jim, “His should have some kick though.” Michael gave a slight smile. “You just need to learn to concentrate.” Michael handed Jim an apple. “Think about a peach, and concentrate in turning this apple into one.”
Jim looked at the apple and tried, nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing. “I don’t get it.”
Michael again came around and laid his hands on Jim’s temple. “Try again.” Helping him to concentrate and focus his powers into the apple, slowly it became a peach.
“See easy.” Michael said as he sat down.
“What about Liz and her abilities?” asked Jeff. “Have they changed her?”
“Change? If you mean her as a person no. She is still the same Liz.” Michael was mad at Liz for her actions towards him lately but he could not lie to her father and make her look bad, Liz was still the same person. “She can tell you better than I about her powers.” Michael skirted the issue but Jeff was looked determine, so he continued. “She has that crystal ball thing going, she can also send someone across the room with a good blast when needed, the basics. She can fill you in more detail.”
“Is Liz going to change, you know, into an alien?” asked Nancy.
“You mean antennae, green skin, three eyes,” Michael eyed the parents mischievously. “No, she, Kyle, and Jim will all remain essentially as they look and are right now.” Michael chuckled. “When they were healed their brain patterns were altered slightly. It is in the brain where our abilities come from.”
“We have lots of questions. Do you feel up to answering some?” Philip asked.
“Max can probably answer them better than I can.”
“Oh no I think these you can answer.”
“Okay.”
“Isabel was Vilandra right?” Michael nodded yes having visions of deja-vu. “Now I want to know what is between you and my daughter.” Philip got right to the heart of the matter.
“What about you and Maria?” Amy jumped in and started the questions. “Is Isabel or this Vilandra still your wife?”
“They are both fine.”
“That is not what I want to know. Is Isabel or this Vilandra still your wife?” insisted Amy; she was just waiting to jump down his throat.
“According to Antarian law, yes.” Michael could feel the tension in the room and it was starting to eat on his raw nerves.
“Can you divorce?” Amy asked hoping the answer would be yes.
“There is no divorce among Royals; you are married for eternity according to tradition. In our case, Vilandra was promised to the first-born male of the House of Rath or in case of death, the next. She ended up with me; she was never given an option.”
“If it is only tradition then you two can divorce. Correct?” asked Diane.
“Like I said there is no divorce. The closest thing would be execution for treason against the Crown.” Diane gasped. “That is why I can never deny her as my wife, she would be executed immediately,” replied Michael.
“What will happen now?” Philip wanted to know.
“What about Maria?” Amy insisted.
Michael put his head between his hands and sighed. “I don’t know.” The parents could see the stress and defeat in Michael’s actions. He was in a bind and really did not know what to do.
“Okay we will let that drop for now,” said Philip. “Who were you on Antar?”
Michael looked up, sighed, and slumped in his seat. “I am Crown Prince TellymonRath, heir to the throne of Kandahar.”
“What is Kandahar another kingdom, planet?” asked Jeff.
“Long ago Antar consisted of two kingdoms Kandahar was one. These two kingdoms were then combined with only one King, today that is Max. Because of its power, wealth, and allegiances, the kingdom of Kandahar retained its status as a kingdom.”
“Crown Prince, that means you will be king one day,” asked Diane.
“Yes of Kandahar, and if anything happens to Max I am second in line for the throne of Antar.”
“The men on Antar called you Commander,” stated Jim.
Michael again sighed, “I am the Commander of the Imperial and Royal Armies, I use to have almost 3 million men under my command, thousands of fighters, battle centers, hundreds of smaller craft. Antar defenses were impregnable from the outside.”
“Then how did this Ki'var person take you over?” asked Jim.
“From the inside, he used Vilandra and Zan against me.”
Michael got up from the table and went to his room.
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 6 : Roswell or Bust
Chapter 3: Hollow Inside
~ What is Michael concealing?~
Timeline: Monday / Same Day
“Somehow I lost my way. And now it’s clear to me. All that I fought so hard to keep. Is all I had to leave” "Hollow Again" by Project 86
It was late afternoon when Diane came back to the house. She found Michael asleep on the sofa watching a football game through his eyelids. She smiled and turned off the TV. She went to the kitchen and put the groceries she had bought away. Turning to clean up any dishes Michael may have used for breakfast and lunch, she noticed that there were none. In fact, it looked like the kitchen was never even touched. It was the same story for Max’s bedroom, except for the roughly made bed, and the bathroom. Did that kid just sit there all day hungry watching TV thought Diane as she returned to the kitchen? Why?
Michael woke with the silence and heard someone in the back part of the house. He could smell perfume and knew it was Mrs. Evans.
“Can I help with anything Mrs. Evans?” asked Michael from the doorway.
Diane turned around with a big smile, “Well hi there sleepy head. No there is nothing to do. Have anything special you want for dinner?”
Michael just shook his head no.
“What did you have for breakfast and lunch, so I won’t duplicate?” asked Diane already knowing the answer.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing at all!” Diane’s voice gave away her concerned. “Well I will have to change that young man. You need to eat properly; your body needs good nutrition, even if you are only half-human. “
“Actually what you see is fully human just evolved a few thousand years. The flesh, organs, muscular, skeletal, and nervous systems are all human.” Michael spoke flexing his hands in and out. “The difference lies mainly in our blood, some errant DNA, and mental capacities. At least that is what Nasedo told me.”
“Then you need to eat.” Diane said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Yes.”
“Why did you not make lunch for yourself?”
Michael shrugged his shoulders. Mrs. Evans poured him a glass of orange juice and indicated for him to sit.
“Are you feeling okay Michael?” she asked.
“Yeah just tired,” he replied in a very quiet very un-Michael like manner.
Diane nodded as she poured herself a glass and sat down across from him.
“Is Isabel okay Michael?”
“Yeah she is fine. She is homesick like the rest, I am sure she will be glad to be back in Roswell.”
“Were you homesick also?”
“No, I have nothing in Roswell; my life was with me Max, Isabel and Maria.”
Diane was surprised at Michael’s candor. “Isabel was Vilandra on Antar right?” Michael nodded yes. “She was your wife?” Michael looked away and sighed. “Did I miss understand?” Diane braced herself for the answer.
“No, not really. She is still my wife,” Michael shrugged, “according to Antarian Law.”
Diane took in a deep breath and went on, “Well I guess that makes me the grandmother of those beautiful girls.”
The corner of Michael lips curled up at the mention of the girls. He looked at Diane Evans and realization hit him, ‘Oh My God she is my mother-in –aw’. He gulped and wished he could die now before Philip Evans came home and remembered Michael had to have sleep with his Isabel to have those kids. ‘What will he do to me when he finds out we are still sleeping together?’ Michael shifted worried about his lower anatomy.
“Hello Michael, Diane.” Philip had just entered the kitchen carrying a large bag with him. “I have dinner, hope Chinese is okay?”
Michael got up from the table and was slowly slinking away.
“That sounds great Philip.” Diane said getting out the plates and setting the table. “Michael come back in here, sit down and have dinner. “
Dinner passed quickly, the talk was mostly small about the day’s events at the hospital and the courthouse.
“There is scuttlebutt going around that the Sheriff today discovered a body off of route 246 and that the murderer is in Chicago.” Philip informed Diane as he helped himself to some wasabi sauce.”
“Oh dear what is this town coming to, “gasped Diane.
“I hear they will be extraditing him back here tomorrow afternoon sometime to face charges.”
“Do they know who the body is?” asked Diane.
“Haven’t heard, seems as though the sheriff’s office is keeping this hushed up.”
Michael froze when the doorbell rang. Mrs. Evans rose to open the door passing behind Michael where she softly placed her hand on his shoulder. “Calm Michael, it is only Jim, Amy, Nancy, and Jeff coming over with dessert.’’
“I hope everyone is in the mood for my Coconut Cream Pie,” said Amy as she sailed into the room. “Hello Michael, did you sleep well?”
“Yes here let me help you with those.” Michael jumped up a little too fast and caught the table in his side. The pain from his ribs tore through him, evident by his face as he grabbed his side.
“Michael what is wrong with your side?” asked Jim. “Here let me see.”
Blinded by the pain Michael was slow in keeping Jim from lifting up his shirt seeing the different bruises across his middle and the welts across his back. Michael quickly brushed Jim’s hands aside, “I’m fine.” Taking the pies from Amy, he sat them on the counter. He could feel the parents’ eyes staring at him. “Some guy jumped me at work,” Michael had to fabricate this lie, how could he tell then what Max had done. “I am okay, it will heal.” With that, Michael walked out of the room.
Jim said nothing but noted how nervous Michael was. The marks on his back were not from a fight , but an object being struck hard against him, In fact, he did not act like Michael at all since arriving, he was too quiet, polite, no sarcasm, no sparkle in his eyes, or edge to his voice. It was Michael but hollowed out.
“Okay, here hand me some plates, those pies are only good for short time out of the refrigerator.” Amy took the first pie container, took out a pie and cut it into six very large sections. Amy had seen Michael’s ribs, knowing that he would balk if they questioned him directly; she decided to take the other direct method, the stomach.
Diane picked up on Amy’s method, “Let’s have our pie in the living room with some coffee where we will be comfortable.” Diane poured some coffee into cups and placed them on a tray along with a bottle of Tabasco.
Philip took the tray into the living room where Michael was sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands crying. He placed the tray down and went back to the kitchen grabbing Jeff and Jim by the arms and leading them out to the porch. “Something is wrong with Michael. I just saw him crying on the sofa. I have known that kid for years and he has never cried. Now this is the second time.”
“I agree with you Philip something is not right. Michael’s shell is there but not him inside,” noted Jim
“Do you think something happened to the kids and he just cannot tell us?” asked Jeff worried about Liz. “Could he be a shape shifter?”
“I pray that neither is the case,” said Jim looking through the window at Michael. What was Michael concealing?
Michael felt trapped, his head was pounding again and the voice was back telling him to act, to take what is due him. The back of his neck was on fire, the muscles burning from the stress. Michael rubbed the muscles, an inch on each side of the spinal cord at the base of his skull. What was happening to him? Was he going crazy? The voice finally stopped and Michael regained his composure, his face again expressionless as the parents walked in.
“Michael did you have a chance to contact Max?” asked Nancy.
“I talked to Isabel, and told her to leave this morning for Roswell. They will meet us at the old silver mine. It will take them about 30 hours with stops for food and gas to get here. I will try to contact her again tonight.” Michael was sure he would meet Isabel in his dreams; in fact, he looked forward to sleep.
Amy handed the pie all around, she could feel Michael’s stress at the thought of the kids coming home. Jim helped by handing out the coffee cups. His hands began to glow, when the cups on the tray suddenly shattered sending shards everywhere. Michael, moving quicker than the parents ever imagined, sent out a wave which stopped the shards in their path, motionless in midair, and then with a graceful closure of his hand he reassembled the cups and gently sat them down on the table.
“May I?” asked Michael as he came up on the side of Jim. Michael placed his hands on Jim’s temples, “Concentrate.” Michael sent a force in to help Jim in controlling his powers, mental instructions that would aid in redirecting the connections that were being made deep in the brain cortex. Jim felt a warm sensation and Michael soothing voice in his head. The pain he had experienced from each of these episodes died, replaced by euphoria. “Is that better?” asked Michael as he removed his hands. The other parents were watching the procedure with interest.
“Yeah that feels a lot better.” Jim looked over at Michael in amazement, he was just beginning to understand what it was like being part alien, or an advance human as he preferred the term, alien was still just too foreign.
“Jim, are you all right?” asked Amy.
“Better than all right, I feel really good, for the first time in years.” Jim flexed his hands and arms. He felt something coursing through his veins, a younger more vital Jim Valenti.
“A rush isn’t it?” Michael smirked at Jim as he realized his new abilities.
“How did you do that?”
“Comes with the territory I guess.”
“Michael, what kind of powers will Jim have.” asked Philip.
“I don’t know, it can vary. It is not like the X-men, each person has a special ability. Some abilities are just stronger than others,” answered Michael. Pointing at Jim, “His should have some kick though.” Michael gave a slight smile. “You just need to learn to concentrate.” Michael handed Jim an apple. “Think about a peach, and concentrate in turning this apple into one.”
Jim looked at the apple and tried, nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing. “I don’t get it.”
Michael again came around and laid his hands on Jim’s temple. “Try again.” Helping him to concentrate and focus his powers into the apple, slowly it became a peach.
“See easy.” Michael said as he sat down.
“What about Liz and her abilities?” asked Jeff. “Have they changed her?”
“Change? If you mean her as a person no. She is still the same Liz.” Michael was mad at Liz for her actions towards him lately but he could not lie to her father and make her look bad, Liz was still the same person. “She can tell you better than I about her powers.” Michael skirted the issue but Jeff was looked determine, so he continued. “She has that crystal ball thing going, she can also send someone across the room with a good blast when needed, the basics. She can fill you in more detail.”
“Is Liz going to change, you know, into an alien?” asked Nancy.
“You mean antennae, green skin, three eyes,” Michael eyed the parents mischievously. “No, she, Kyle, and Jim will all remain essentially as they look and are right now.” Michael chuckled. “When they were healed their brain patterns were altered slightly. It is in the brain where our abilities come from.”
“We have lots of questions. Do you feel up to answering some?” Philip asked.
“Max can probably answer them better than I can.”
“Oh no I think these you can answer.”
“Okay.”
“Isabel was Vilandra right?” Michael nodded yes having visions of deja-vu. “Now I want to know what is between you and my daughter.” Philip got right to the heart of the matter.
“What about you and Maria?” Amy jumped in and started the questions. “Is Isabel or this Vilandra still your wife?”
“They are both fine.”
“That is not what I want to know. Is Isabel or this Vilandra still your wife?” insisted Amy; she was just waiting to jump down his throat.
“According to Antarian law, yes.” Michael could feel the tension in the room and it was starting to eat on his raw nerves.
“Can you divorce?” Amy asked hoping the answer would be yes.
“There is no divorce among Royals; you are married for eternity according to tradition. In our case, Vilandra was promised to the first-born male of the House of Rath or in case of death, the next. She ended up with me; she was never given an option.”
“If it is only tradition then you two can divorce. Correct?” asked Diane.
“Like I said there is no divorce. The closest thing would be execution for treason against the Crown.” Diane gasped. “That is why I can never deny her as my wife, she would be executed immediately,” replied Michael.
“What will happen now?” Philip wanted to know.
“What about Maria?” Amy insisted.
Michael put his head between his hands and sighed. “I don’t know.” The parents could see the stress and defeat in Michael’s actions. He was in a bind and really did not know what to do.
“Okay we will let that drop for now,” said Philip. “Who were you on Antar?”
Michael looked up, sighed, and slumped in his seat. “I am Crown Prince TellymonRath, heir to the throne of Kandahar.”
“What is Kandahar another kingdom, planet?” asked Jeff.
“Long ago Antar consisted of two kingdoms Kandahar was one. These two kingdoms were then combined with only one King, today that is Max. Because of its power, wealth, and allegiances, the kingdom of Kandahar retained its status as a kingdom.”
“Crown Prince, that means you will be king one day,” asked Diane.
“Yes of Kandahar, and if anything happens to Max I am second in line for the throne of Antar.”
“The men on Antar called you Commander,” stated Jim.
Michael again sighed, “I am the Commander of the Imperial and Royal Armies, I use to have almost 3 million men under my command, thousands of fighters, battle centers, hundreds of smaller craft. Antar defenses were impregnable from the outside.”
“Then how did this Ki'var person take you over?” asked Jim.
“From the inside, he used Vilandra and Zan against me.”
Michael got up from the table and went to his room.
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Book 1: Section 7: Chapter 1: Part 1 of 5
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 1: The Attack!
~ The Dream ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“The past is gone. It went by like dust to dawn”
“Dream On” by Aerosmith
The parents watched as Michael got up and walked out of the room.
“Well that did not go over well, did it?” remarked Jeff. “Like I said he doesn’t do well in tight corners. Makes him feel trapped and he will just walk out.”
“Well I don’t care if he does feel trapped. I want to know about him and Maria.” Amy stamped her foot as she paced back and forth. “I swear if he hurt her, I will hang him up by his balls and play target practice with Jim’s pistols.”
The men grimaced at Amy’s words and Jim made a mental note to lock all guns away with double locks, just in case she ever got mad at him.
“I agree somewhat with Amy although the target practice may be a little too far.” Diane noted. “I want to know about Isabel. After all, she is still married to Jesse. I do not believe the divorce is final, is it Philip?”
“No I know he filed papers with her as a missing spouse but it has not come up before a judge yet.”
“Does that make Isabel a bigamist? Don’t they arrest people for that?” worried Diane.
“I don’t think a marriage on Antar is legal here in the US,” replied Philip, “especially concerning fact they died. Our laws are not designed to cover such an idea. Plus who will know, it is not like we are going to tell anyone!”
“Oh you are right, I just get so worried about Isabel and Max I still treat them like children,” said Diane and then she added, “100 percent human earth children that is.”
“We still need more answers, many when Max and the rest show up, we will find out the truth. There is a lot Michael is concealing from us,” stated Jim.
“We all have a lot of questions; I want to know about Liz and Max.” Nancy added. “What abut children? Can they have them? I mean yes I understand Michael and Isabel had children on Antar but what about here on Earth. Can Liz and Max have kids?” Nancy questioned, “What will they look like human or alien?”
“Come to think of it what do they really look like on Antar, I mean their parents looked almost human, but those two in the blue, did you see their faces through those veils. They look like the aliens at the UFO Center, with the large black eyes,” added Jeff. “Could it have been a hologram to make us think they looked human? Didn’t the little girl say Michael looked different?”
“True she did say,” that Diane, wondered.
“Michael said their powers are in their brains and they are mostly human,” observed Jim.
“It is the non-human part that worries me,” noted Jeff. “What of their world? What is it like? Can humans exist there? What about their way of life; cruel, evil or loving? I mean we are talking about my daughter being married to one of them.”
“We are trying to second guess ourselves here. When Max returns we will get some answers. Until then we need to handle Michael with kid gloves and see if he will open up more,” suggested Philip.
“I am still going string his alien ass up,” Amy insisted. “We were warned about this.”
“What?” Jim looked at Amy puzzled. “What do you mean warned?”
“Madame Vivienne.” Amy answered as if he should have already known that. “She read it in the cards when the three of us visited her last week.” Nancy and Diane rolled their eyes upward. They still did not want to admit that Madame Viviane might have been almost right on the money in some of the things she interpreted.
“What did this Madame Vivienne say?” asked Jeff.
“She said she had a dream about three people with crowns standing on bluff overlooking thousands of people on their knees. The sky turned red and they vanished leaving only Maria, Kyle and Liz looking up at them. Then they vanished and Isabel, Max and Michael appeared in their place,” explained Amy.
The men looked at each other confused. “Don’t you see that was them in their other lives? You know Van, no Zan, Viltra, no Vilnantra, oh what ever their names were.” Amy said with a flourish of her hands.
Amy was up on her feet again pacing. “Madame Vivienne then did a reading.” The guys looked blank again, “Oh you know tarot cards,” They still looked blank. “a deck of cards, oh well.” Amy just shook her head at how they could be so ignorant about such an important item in life. “Anyway she told us about past lives where Max was a King, Isabel was a princess, and Michael was a warrior. The princess and warrior were married. All three died violently and were reborn within the last 20 years as Max, Isabel, and Michael”
“Whoa.” said Jim, “she knew that. Are you sure she is not a skin?”
“No I checked for peeling skin.” Amy said matter-of-factually. “Then she went on to say that Michael’s past is invading his present, like a spilt personality. His past still loves the princess, that being Isabel. His present self loves Maria.”
Diane jumped in “She also said that Isabel and Maria would be happy with Michael and that a decision would be made, and they would make it.”
“Decision?” asked Philip. “What kind of decision?”
“We do not know,” Diane noted. “Madame Vivienne said we had to love our children and accept their decision, no matter what it was.”
Philip took a deep breath and let the air out of his nose. He was not happy with that. Yes, his daughter was an adult, and by law, she could make her own choices but he was not happy at a possibility she would be with Michael and or Maria.
“Did you say spilt personality for Michael?” Jeff asked as Amy nodded her head yes. “Maybe that is why he is acting so different? Maybe this other person has taken over Michael’s body.”
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 1: The Attack!
~ The Dream ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“The past is gone. It went by like dust to dawn”
“Dream On” by Aerosmith
The parents watched as Michael got up and walked out of the room.
“Well that did not go over well, did it?” remarked Jeff. “Like I said he doesn’t do well in tight corners. Makes him feel trapped and he will just walk out.”
“Well I don’t care if he does feel trapped. I want to know about him and Maria.” Amy stamped her foot as she paced back and forth. “I swear if he hurt her, I will hang him up by his balls and play target practice with Jim’s pistols.”
The men grimaced at Amy’s words and Jim made a mental note to lock all guns away with double locks, just in case she ever got mad at him.
“I agree somewhat with Amy although the target practice may be a little too far.” Diane noted. “I want to know about Isabel. After all, she is still married to Jesse. I do not believe the divorce is final, is it Philip?”
“No I know he filed papers with her as a missing spouse but it has not come up before a judge yet.”
“Does that make Isabel a bigamist? Don’t they arrest people for that?” worried Diane.
“I don’t think a marriage on Antar is legal here in the US,” replied Philip, “especially concerning fact they died. Our laws are not designed to cover such an idea. Plus who will know, it is not like we are going to tell anyone!”
“Oh you are right, I just get so worried about Isabel and Max I still treat them like children,” said Diane and then she added, “100 percent human earth children that is.”
“We still need more answers, many when Max and the rest show up, we will find out the truth. There is a lot Michael is concealing from us,” stated Jim.
“We all have a lot of questions; I want to know about Liz and Max.” Nancy added. “What abut children? Can they have them? I mean yes I understand Michael and Isabel had children on Antar but what about here on Earth. Can Liz and Max have kids?” Nancy questioned, “What will they look like human or alien?”
“Come to think of it what do they really look like on Antar, I mean their parents looked almost human, but those two in the blue, did you see their faces through those veils. They look like the aliens at the UFO Center, with the large black eyes,” added Jeff. “Could it have been a hologram to make us think they looked human? Didn’t the little girl say Michael looked different?”
“True she did say,” that Diane, wondered.
“Michael said their powers are in their brains and they are mostly human,” observed Jim.
“It is the non-human part that worries me,” noted Jeff. “What of their world? What is it like? Can humans exist there? What about their way of life; cruel, evil or loving? I mean we are talking about my daughter being married to one of them.”
“We are trying to second guess ourselves here. When Max returns we will get some answers. Until then we need to handle Michael with kid gloves and see if he will open up more,” suggested Philip.
“I am still going string his alien ass up,” Amy insisted. “We were warned about this.”
“What?” Jim looked at Amy puzzled. “What do you mean warned?”
“Madame Vivienne.” Amy answered as if he should have already known that. “She read it in the cards when the three of us visited her last week.” Nancy and Diane rolled their eyes upward. They still did not want to admit that Madame Viviane might have been almost right on the money in some of the things she interpreted.
“What did this Madame Vivienne say?” asked Jeff.
“She said she had a dream about three people with crowns standing on bluff overlooking thousands of people on their knees. The sky turned red and they vanished leaving only Maria, Kyle and Liz looking up at them. Then they vanished and Isabel, Max and Michael appeared in their place,” explained Amy.
The men looked at each other confused. “Don’t you see that was them in their other lives? You know Van, no Zan, Viltra, no Vilnantra, oh what ever their names were.” Amy said with a flourish of her hands.
Amy was up on her feet again pacing. “Madame Vivienne then did a reading.” The guys looked blank again, “Oh you know tarot cards,” They still looked blank. “a deck of cards, oh well.” Amy just shook her head at how they could be so ignorant about such an important item in life. “Anyway she told us about past lives where Max was a King, Isabel was a princess, and Michael was a warrior. The princess and warrior were married. All three died violently and were reborn within the last 20 years as Max, Isabel, and Michael”
“Whoa.” said Jim, “she knew that. Are you sure she is not a skin?”
“No I checked for peeling skin.” Amy said matter-of-factually. “Then she went on to say that Michael’s past is invading his present, like a spilt personality. His past still loves the princess, that being Isabel. His present self loves Maria.”
Diane jumped in “She also said that Isabel and Maria would be happy with Michael and that a decision would be made, and they would make it.”
“Decision?” asked Philip. “What kind of decision?”
“We do not know,” Diane noted. “Madame Vivienne said we had to love our children and accept their decision, no matter what it was.”
Philip took a deep breath and let the air out of his nose. He was not happy with that. Yes, his daughter was an adult, and by law, she could make her own choices but he was not happy at a possibility she would be with Michael and or Maria.
“Did you say spilt personality for Michael?” Jeff asked as Amy nodded her head yes. “Maybe that is why he is acting so different? Maybe this other person has taken over Michael’s body.”
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Warning: Battle Scene
Book 1: Section 7: Chapter 1: Part 2 of 5
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 1: The Attack!
~ TellymonRath~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
"Help me, get my feet back on the ground. Won’t you please, please help me." “Help” by The Beatles
Once inside the safety of Max’s room, Michael threw himself down on the bed. He was tired of all the accusatory looks and questions. ‘Why can’t they just leave me alone?’ he thought, ‘It is like being ambushed.”’ He rolled over as sleep overtook him.
“Well Harthan, it has been a pleasure as usual.” Tellymon said, as he got ready to leave.
“No it is our pleasure. Your highness honors us by your presence. We are grateful that you came and have accepted our allegiance with the Hose of Thardan in the Kings name,” replied Harthan, head of the House of Sharash, aligned, since time immemorial to the House of Rath but never until now acknowledging allegiance to the House of Thardan as the present ruler of Antar.
Harthan clapped his hands, “My guards will escort you and your entourage out of our territory as there has been many attacks recently by thieves and rebels on the roads.”
“I thank you,” said Tellymon as he mounted the steed.
“May the Ancients give you a clear path Prince Rath,” Harthan called out as the party left.
The escort left them at the Pass of Wasakelob the only pass through the Liaratin Mountains and the only way in and out of the Jobalah Valley, where Harthan and his tribe lived. Tellymon and his party were climbing the steep embankments, as they came down the other side of the pass, when they were suddenly attack from all sides.
Two of the ten men, that accompany him, were killed immediately. Unable to spot the rebels, Tellymon and his men throw blows into the scenery surrounding them around, only succeeding in causing an avalanche effectively closing the way back into the Valley. The walls on each side were too steep to climb as the men jumped to the ground and prepared for close combat.
The enemy knowing they could never defeat the men from the air due to the shield being activated began to approach to initiate a deathblow strike. Tellymon’s men immediately struck formation waiting for the hand-to-hand combat to commence. That was their only option as the space was too constricted for long-range blasts that would result in friendly fire as well as more avalanches that threatened to bury them.
The enemy attacked swift and furious. Tellymon did not have to command an order to attack, as his men were well train Kandahar and Shadow warriors. They learned to fight without using their powers; their aggressive fighting abilities were well known in the galaxy. This ability came in handy when the enemy evoked the trithium amplification generators in battles.
Within the first minutes, three more of Tellymon’s guards fell; the enemy had to be former warriors or trained by a rebel to know the fighting methods so well. Tellymon effectively countered each one of his attackers, as he tallied up the body count.
Tellymon used a double edge curved blade was effective in slicing at large muscle areas, particularly the abdomen, disemboweling the enemy. His blade, known as ‘the blade that cuts both ways’, was capable of slashing open an enemy forwards and backwards, thus increasing the kill zone.
Hand to hand combat was a skill not many in Antar had mastered, it took nerves of steel and a cold heart to face an enemy blade to blade. It was far easier to kill from a distance. To win in battle using a blade was a true test of your strength and determination as a warrior, to stare a man in the eyes while gutting him was a terrifying feat.
The skirmish quickly yielded into frenzy as the last of his men fought off the attackers. Tellymon was dropping the enemy like swatting flies, they were skill but not on his level. Two more of his guard fell dead: more by the luck of the draw than by skill. The instinct to survive kicked in as Tellymon felt the rage of Uthrox swell up in him.
Tellymon held the knife tight in his hand; he felt the battle in his throat, the need to kill. Time had come to kill or be killed, and TellymonRath took no prisoners.
Tellymon looked straight ahead a rebel warrior was approaching him dressed in black, his face concealed. Zeroing in on the line of attack, Tellymon waited for him to make the first move, which would be his last move. The attacker stepped in quickly along the line in a spilt second Tellymon spun off line at a 45 degree angle leaning forward into the attacker, driving his blade upwards effectively cutting all major arteries before the attacker even knew the blade had entered him, he was dead.
Another of his men fell to his side as Tellymon turned to face another attacker; his blade took him down as well as four more. Turning again, he found the last of his men dead; bodies strewn all about with only two rebels left standing.
The area of combat had closed considerably due to the bodies and fallen rock. The rebels stood across from him, each taking one side. This was a difficult position to be in for a fighter, the men were equal distance moving in any direction would put Tellymon closer o one blade point or the other.
With the lost of ground, Tellymon was at a disadvantage losing any type of footwork techniques for defense, he was now forced to rely heavily on the use of his hands. Before the enemy had a chance to attack, expecting them to attack both at the same time, Tellymon struck first.
First to one opponent, Tellymon pulled in his body with his one arm slightly back from an imaginary vertical line that pierced body in half. His other arm was level to the rebel’s eyes, the knife blade pointed. As expected the enemy turned into him, seeking place his blade in Tellymon stomach area.
Lightening fast Tellymon pulled in, squared off his torso and then twisted deploying a countermove that was effective in making two cuts. The first was to his left thigh, slashing the muscle to the bone, and then cutting upwards into the pelvic and lower bowel area, spilling his guts into the dirt below. The rebel fell on the ground; his death would be a slow one as Tellymon missed the main artery deliberately.
The second opponent dashed in from behind, managed to knife Tellymon in the upper back. Tellymon felt the steel enter his body as the fire of pain shot through him. He turned the same time, pulling in his weapon hand to one quarter of the strike range at a ninety-degree angle. Then with amazing seed, he let his arm recoil to its full length, the blade finding it mark in the rebel’s soft throat tissue. Blood spurted out of the wound as the rebel choked to death on his own blood within seconds.
Tellymon felt the blood dripping from his back; he had also suffered many superficial wounds to his abdomen and chest. As he breathed heavily, reeling from the high of the battle, he felt blood pooling on the ground from a gash in his upper left thigh. He dropped to his knees; he was exhausted from the exertion. The last thing he remembered was hitting the blood soaked ground with his nose.
Book 1: Section 7: Chapter 1: Part 2 of 5
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 1: The Attack!
~ TellymonRath~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
"Help me, get my feet back on the ground. Won’t you please, please help me." “Help” by The Beatles
Once inside the safety of Max’s room, Michael threw himself down on the bed. He was tired of all the accusatory looks and questions. ‘Why can’t they just leave me alone?’ he thought, ‘It is like being ambushed.”’ He rolled over as sleep overtook him.
“Well Harthan, it has been a pleasure as usual.” Tellymon said, as he got ready to leave.
“No it is our pleasure. Your highness honors us by your presence. We are grateful that you came and have accepted our allegiance with the Hose of Thardan in the Kings name,” replied Harthan, head of the House of Sharash, aligned, since time immemorial to the House of Rath but never until now acknowledging allegiance to the House of Thardan as the present ruler of Antar.
Harthan clapped his hands, “My guards will escort you and your entourage out of our territory as there has been many attacks recently by thieves and rebels on the roads.”
“I thank you,” said Tellymon as he mounted the steed.
“May the Ancients give you a clear path Prince Rath,” Harthan called out as the party left.
The escort left them at the Pass of Wasakelob the only pass through the Liaratin Mountains and the only way in and out of the Jobalah Valley, where Harthan and his tribe lived. Tellymon and his party were climbing the steep embankments, as they came down the other side of the pass, when they were suddenly attack from all sides.
Two of the ten men, that accompany him, were killed immediately. Unable to spot the rebels, Tellymon and his men throw blows into the scenery surrounding them around, only succeeding in causing an avalanche effectively closing the way back into the Valley. The walls on each side were too steep to climb as the men jumped to the ground and prepared for close combat.
The enemy knowing they could never defeat the men from the air due to the shield being activated began to approach to initiate a deathblow strike. Tellymon’s men immediately struck formation waiting for the hand-to-hand combat to commence. That was their only option as the space was too constricted for long-range blasts that would result in friendly fire as well as more avalanches that threatened to bury them.
The enemy attacked swift and furious. Tellymon did not have to command an order to attack, as his men were well train Kandahar and Shadow warriors. They learned to fight without using their powers; their aggressive fighting abilities were well known in the galaxy. This ability came in handy when the enemy evoked the trithium amplification generators in battles.
Within the first minutes, three more of Tellymon’s guards fell; the enemy had to be former warriors or trained by a rebel to know the fighting methods so well. Tellymon effectively countered each one of his attackers, as he tallied up the body count.
Tellymon used a double edge curved blade was effective in slicing at large muscle areas, particularly the abdomen, disemboweling the enemy. His blade, known as ‘the blade that cuts both ways’, was capable of slashing open an enemy forwards and backwards, thus increasing the kill zone.
Hand to hand combat was a skill not many in Antar had mastered, it took nerves of steel and a cold heart to face an enemy blade to blade. It was far easier to kill from a distance. To win in battle using a blade was a true test of your strength and determination as a warrior, to stare a man in the eyes while gutting him was a terrifying feat.
The skirmish quickly yielded into frenzy as the last of his men fought off the attackers. Tellymon was dropping the enemy like swatting flies, they were skill but not on his level. Two more of his guard fell dead: more by the luck of the draw than by skill. The instinct to survive kicked in as Tellymon felt the rage of Uthrox swell up in him.
Tellymon held the knife tight in his hand; he felt the battle in his throat, the need to kill. Time had come to kill or be killed, and TellymonRath took no prisoners.
Tellymon looked straight ahead a rebel warrior was approaching him dressed in black, his face concealed. Zeroing in on the line of attack, Tellymon waited for him to make the first move, which would be his last move. The attacker stepped in quickly along the line in a spilt second Tellymon spun off line at a 45 degree angle leaning forward into the attacker, driving his blade upwards effectively cutting all major arteries before the attacker even knew the blade had entered him, he was dead.
Another of his men fell to his side as Tellymon turned to face another attacker; his blade took him down as well as four more. Turning again, he found the last of his men dead; bodies strewn all about with only two rebels left standing.
The area of combat had closed considerably due to the bodies and fallen rock. The rebels stood across from him, each taking one side. This was a difficult position to be in for a fighter, the men were equal distance moving in any direction would put Tellymon closer o one blade point or the other.
With the lost of ground, Tellymon was at a disadvantage losing any type of footwork techniques for defense, he was now forced to rely heavily on the use of his hands. Before the enemy had a chance to attack, expecting them to attack both at the same time, Tellymon struck first.
First to one opponent, Tellymon pulled in his body with his one arm slightly back from an imaginary vertical line that pierced body in half. His other arm was level to the rebel’s eyes, the knife blade pointed. As expected the enemy turned into him, seeking place his blade in Tellymon stomach area.
Lightening fast Tellymon pulled in, squared off his torso and then twisted deploying a countermove that was effective in making two cuts. The first was to his left thigh, slashing the muscle to the bone, and then cutting upwards into the pelvic and lower bowel area, spilling his guts into the dirt below. The rebel fell on the ground; his death would be a slow one as Tellymon missed the main artery deliberately.
The second opponent dashed in from behind, managed to knife Tellymon in the upper back. Tellymon felt the steel enter his body as the fire of pain shot through him. He turned the same time, pulling in his weapon hand to one quarter of the strike range at a ninety-degree angle. Then with amazing seed, he let his arm recoil to its full length, the blade finding it mark in the rebel’s soft throat tissue. Blood spurted out of the wound as the rebel choked to death on his own blood within seconds.
Tellymon felt the blood dripping from his back; he had also suffered many superficial wounds to his abdomen and chest. As he breathed heavily, reeling from the high of the battle, he felt blood pooling on the ground from a gash in his upper left thigh. He dropped to his knees; he was exhausted from the exertion. The last thing he remembered was hitting the blood soaked ground with his nose.
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Book 1: Section 7: Chapter 1: Part 3 of 5
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 1: The Attack!
~ Vilandra ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“Just help yourself to my lips. To my arms just say the word and they are yours. Just help yourself to the love.” "Help Yourself" by Tom Jones
Kyle was once more back at the wheel. It was late and everyone else had settled down to sleep.
The air inside the van was stuffy and Isabel soon found herself drifting off. She heard the sound of children laughing and turned to see the most angelic looking girls playing in the floor near her. She smiled and returned to her needlework that was in her hands.
“Your highness, your highness!” a servant girl came racing in breathless. “I have just heard that Lord Rath has returned to the palace.
Vilandra looked up from the embroidering she was doing. “Tellymon is home? How come I could not feel him?” Vilandra suddenly panicked, stood up letting the material fall to the marble floor. She quickly fled the room, running as fast as she could in her long dress and heels. Vilandra pass quickly through the maze of corridors on her way to the front hall. In her haste, she plowed into Zan after rounding a corner. “Sorry,” she yelled back, as she kept on running. “Tellymon is home.”
Vilandra entered through the doors of the front hall right and screamed at the sight. “No, no no!” She threw herself over Rath’s bloodied form.
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Maria looked over at Isabel and knew she was dreaming, probably about Michael. Maria could care less about all this destiny crap and the feeling that the two of them were unable to control lately. It made her angry and even more possessive and jealous. Michael was hers even if she did kick him out of her bed. ‘I wonder if I should or shouldn’t?’ Curiosity won over Maria’s mind in the battle of wanting to know exactly what Isabel was dreaming about. ‘I will take just a quick peek,’ Maria thought to herself. She moved closer to Isabel, laid her hand very gently on top of Isabel’s hand, and closed her eyes. Maria soon found herself watching from the side as a very handsome but extremely injured young an lay upon a stretcher in an incredible massive hall. There were several men surrounding the boy all looking very upset. She heard one of the men talking about assassins and trying to kill Rath. That was Rath on the stretcher, Maria remembered him from Michael mind probe earlier that week. Then the female next to him sobbing uncontrollably must be Vilandra, Isabel. But where was Max? The men were crowded around the body and Maria could see a faint a blue glow emitting from the center where Michael had to be.
Maria craned her neck up to see around the men without moving much, mindful that if she made noise and was found out, a very pissed alien named Isabel would eat her heart for lunch. Finally, some of the men moved in the foreground and Maria saw a man kneeling with his hand on Michael’s chest. The blue glow was coming from him. That had to be Max.
Vilandra heard Rath call her name and she looked up to see his eyes endeavoring to remain open. “Tellymon, my love,” whispered Vilandra in his ear. Rath smiled and let out a soft sigh. His coloring was pallid, and fatigue wore heavily in his face.
“Vilandra, take good care of him tonight,” said Zan as he bent over and placed a kiss upon his lips. Zan then rose and left.
Maria almost lost her cool when she saw Zan kiss Rath. ‘What the hell? I know what Isabel said but out in the open!’
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 1: The Attack!
~ Vilandra ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“Just help yourself to my lips. To my arms just say the word and they are yours. Just help yourself to the love.” "Help Yourself" by Tom Jones
Kyle was once more back at the wheel. It was late and everyone else had settled down to sleep.
The air inside the van was stuffy and Isabel soon found herself drifting off. She heard the sound of children laughing and turned to see the most angelic looking girls playing in the floor near her. She smiled and returned to her needlework that was in her hands.
“Your highness, your highness!” a servant girl came racing in breathless. “I have just heard that Lord Rath has returned to the palace.
Vilandra looked up from the embroidering she was doing. “Tellymon is home? How come I could not feel him?” Vilandra suddenly panicked, stood up letting the material fall to the marble floor. She quickly fled the room, running as fast as she could in her long dress and heels. Vilandra pass quickly through the maze of corridors on her way to the front hall. In her haste, she plowed into Zan after rounding a corner. “Sorry,” she yelled back, as she kept on running. “Tellymon is home.”
Vilandra entered through the doors of the front hall right and screamed at the sight. “No, no no!” She threw herself over Rath’s bloodied form.
***
Maria looked over at Isabel and knew she was dreaming, probably about Michael. Maria could care less about all this destiny crap and the feeling that the two of them were unable to control lately. It made her angry and even more possessive and jealous. Michael was hers even if she did kick him out of her bed. ‘I wonder if I should or shouldn’t?’ Curiosity won over Maria’s mind in the battle of wanting to know exactly what Isabel was dreaming about. ‘I will take just a quick peek,’ Maria thought to herself. She moved closer to Isabel, laid her hand very gently on top of Isabel’s hand, and closed her eyes. Maria soon found herself watching from the side as a very handsome but extremely injured young an lay upon a stretcher in an incredible massive hall. There were several men surrounding the boy all looking very upset. She heard one of the men talking about assassins and trying to kill Rath. That was Rath on the stretcher, Maria remembered him from Michael mind probe earlier that week. Then the female next to him sobbing uncontrollably must be Vilandra, Isabel. But where was Max? The men were crowded around the body and Maria could see a faint a blue glow emitting from the center where Michael had to be.
Maria craned her neck up to see around the men without moving much, mindful that if she made noise and was found out, a very pissed alien named Isabel would eat her heart for lunch. Finally, some of the men moved in the foreground and Maria saw a man kneeling with his hand on Michael’s chest. The blue glow was coming from him. That had to be Max.
Vilandra heard Rath call her name and she looked up to see his eyes endeavoring to remain open. “Tellymon, my love,” whispered Vilandra in his ear. Rath smiled and let out a soft sigh. His coloring was pallid, and fatigue wore heavily in his face.
“Vilandra, take good care of him tonight,” said Zan as he bent over and placed a kiss upon his lips. Zan then rose and left.
Maria almost lost her cool when she saw Zan kiss Rath. ‘What the hell? I know what Isabel said but out in the open!’
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Book 1: Section 7: Chapter 1: Part 4 of 5
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 1: The Attack!
~ Zan ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“ Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends with a little help from my friends.” “A Little Help From My Friends” by Joe Cocker
Max sighed and snuggled into Liz’s embrace, he soon was on his way to slumber land. He smiled predicting that as usual, he would dream of making love in some exotic local with his beautiful wife. This time though, unbeknownst to Max, he Michael, and Isabel would share not a dream but a memory.
“Hey, watch where you are going?” Zan blurted out as Vilandra plowed into him after rounding a corner.
“He’s home.” Vilandra yelled over her shoulder as she continued on her way.
“What? Why could I not sense him?” Zan raced after Vilandra both worried because they were unable to sense Rath’s presence in the Palace. “What has happened?”
Zan threw the doors to the front hall open and stood shocked at what he saw. Rath was lying upon a stretcher looking very pale, covered in blood. Vilandra entered right behind Zan and screamed at the sight.
“”No, no no! What happened?” She was shouting as she run down the stairs and throwing herself over Rath’s broken and bloodied form.
“Assassins ambushed Prince Rath on his way back home? We think it happened sometime yesterday. The ten guards he rode with are dead. Lord Rath must have fought valiantly as we found thirty-seven dead rebel bodies.” The captain of the guard was explaining what they found. “He is still alive, barely breathing. We brought him here as fast as we could. “
Zan had already hastened to Rath’s side and was holding his hand feeling for a pulse. He barely heard the Captain speaking as Zan whispers into Rath’s ear.
“Rath, can you hear me. I love you please don’t die on me.” Zan then placed a hand over Rath’s heart and a blue glow began to spread slowly throughout Rath’s chest and down his abdomen seeking out the injured areas and healing them. The energy continued encasing Rath in a blue glow.
Zan was beginning to show strain from using such a massive amount of power, but he refused to stop until Rath was completely back to normal. Rath began to stir and his eyes flickered open. Zan felt Rath coming around and slowly began to withdrawal his powers.
“Zan?” Rath looked directly in Zan’s observant eyes, his voice harsh from his ordeal. Feeling his body stiff and sore, Rath moved to make himself more comfortable. His right hand twisted around something soft and silky. “Vilandra,” he sighed smiling at her name.
“Rath, how do you feel?” Zan searched his lover’s face for the answers. “Are you okay?”
“Tired, I feel tired but find. Thanks for the healing.” Rath reached his hand out to Zan. Zan caressed Rath’s face, then bent over and placed a kiss upon his lips.
“You need to rest and so do I. I will see you tomorrow and you can tell me of all your adventures.” Zan looked over to Vilandra “Take good care of him tonight.” Zan winked at his sister and rose to leave. He felt lightheaded after the experience and slightly nauseous. “Damn side effects”
Max woke suddenly with a burning pain inside his head. ‘What was that all about’ he thought. ‘I remember kissing Michael, no Rath, no Michael. Oh my head hurts.’
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 1: The Attack!
~ Zan ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“ Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends with a little help from my friends.” “A Little Help From My Friends” by Joe Cocker
Max sighed and snuggled into Liz’s embrace, he soon was on his way to slumber land. He smiled predicting that as usual, he would dream of making love in some exotic local with his beautiful wife. This time though, unbeknownst to Max, he Michael, and Isabel would share not a dream but a memory.
“Hey, watch where you are going?” Zan blurted out as Vilandra plowed into him after rounding a corner.
“He’s home.” Vilandra yelled over her shoulder as she continued on her way.
“What? Why could I not sense him?” Zan raced after Vilandra both worried because they were unable to sense Rath’s presence in the Palace. “What has happened?”
Zan threw the doors to the front hall open and stood shocked at what he saw. Rath was lying upon a stretcher looking very pale, covered in blood. Vilandra entered right behind Zan and screamed at the sight.
“”No, no no! What happened?” She was shouting as she run down the stairs and throwing herself over Rath’s broken and bloodied form.
“Assassins ambushed Prince Rath on his way back home? We think it happened sometime yesterday. The ten guards he rode with are dead. Lord Rath must have fought valiantly as we found thirty-seven dead rebel bodies.” The captain of the guard was explaining what they found. “He is still alive, barely breathing. We brought him here as fast as we could. “
Zan had already hastened to Rath’s side and was holding his hand feeling for a pulse. He barely heard the Captain speaking as Zan whispers into Rath’s ear.
“Rath, can you hear me. I love you please don’t die on me.” Zan then placed a hand over Rath’s heart and a blue glow began to spread slowly throughout Rath’s chest and down his abdomen seeking out the injured areas and healing them. The energy continued encasing Rath in a blue glow.
Zan was beginning to show strain from using such a massive amount of power, but he refused to stop until Rath was completely back to normal. Rath began to stir and his eyes flickered open. Zan felt Rath coming around and slowly began to withdrawal his powers.
“Zan?” Rath looked directly in Zan’s observant eyes, his voice harsh from his ordeal. Feeling his body stiff and sore, Rath moved to make himself more comfortable. His right hand twisted around something soft and silky. “Vilandra,” he sighed smiling at her name.
“Rath, how do you feel?” Zan searched his lover’s face for the answers. “Are you okay?”
“Tired, I feel tired but find. Thanks for the healing.” Rath reached his hand out to Zan. Zan caressed Rath’s face, then bent over and placed a kiss upon his lips.
“You need to rest and so do I. I will see you tomorrow and you can tell me of all your adventures.” Zan looked over to Vilandra “Take good care of him tonight.” Zan winked at his sister and rose to leave. He felt lightheaded after the experience and slightly nauseous. “Damn side effects”
Max woke suddenly with a burning pain inside his head. ‘What was that all about’ he thought. ‘I remember kissing Michael, no Rath, no Michael. Oh my head hurts.’
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Book 1: Section 7: Chapter 1: Part 5 of 5
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 1: The Attack!
~ Maria ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“Help me I think I'm falling in love again.” "Help Me" by Wynonna Judd
Kyle stopped the van at the nearest gas station adjacent to the highway. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Max and Liz curled up together sound asleep. Liz looked so peaceful and calm while Max looked as though his slumber was very disturbing. Isabel stretched out with her back against the windows, also asleep. One hand was draped over the back of the seat while her other hand clutched a blanket covering her. He could see her mouth forming words but no sound came out. Whatever dream she was having was definitely not happy as her face scrunched up and a tear slipped down her cheek. Then Kyle noticed Maria had taken a seat next to Isabel and had placed her hand over Isabel’s. ‘What was going on between those two?’ Kyle wondered. ‘Just a couple of weeks they were fighting tooth and nail over Michael and now.’ Kyle emitted a low growl from his throat at the thought that Michael was interested in getting Isabel into his bed pissed him off. ‘Damn selfish alien. Didn’t he know how much he was hurting Isabel and Maria? Pulling off this stunt and taking off without telling anyone. Does he know that both girls cried for hours not knowing what had happened to him? Bastard, he deserves to be rot in hell for hurting Isabel, his Isabel.’ Kyle got out of the van and let the door slam a little too hard. He rounded the side and proceeded to fill the tank up with gas.
Maria heard the van door shut and woke up with a start. She immediately removed her hand from Isabel who appeared asleep. ‘Wow I did it!’ Maria thought pleased with herself. ‘Who says you need special alien powers?’ Maria took a quick glance around and saw Max and Liz snuggled up with each other. A twinge of jealousy hit her. ‘Why couldn’t Spaceboy be more like that? Why was he always so difficult and hard to love? Max was the perfect boyfriend and now the perfect husband. Look what I was stuck with, yesterday’s leftovers.’
Kyle paid for the gas, grabbed some coffee and headed back for the van. Climbing in, he started up the engine and headed for the highway again. Two more hours of driving time and then he could switch off with Max. Roswell was still a long way off. Kyle thoughts drifted to his father whom he could not wait to see. He saw Maria in the rear view mirror and smiled. Then a terrible thought crossed Kyle’s mind. ‘Did their leaving accelerate dad and Maria’s mom getting closer, maybe even …’ Kyle shuddered at the thought that his father even had a sex life, let alone one with Ms. Deluca. Kyle started muttering. ‘concentrate on the road, the road is good, the road is calm, and the road does not have sex.’
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Isabel barely heard the van door shut, she was too exhausted to wake up. Her dream had shifted to the bedroom Vilandra and TellymonRath shared in the other life.
Tellymon lay on the satin sheets feeling very relaxed and comfortable for the first time in days. He and death had shook hands many times before but this time he was caught off guard and that really made him angry and deep down a little frightened. Never before had anyone taken him by surprise. Tellymon did not like that feeling. He liked to be in charge, to control the situation while on the battlefield. He was the one to strike fear into his enemy’s hearts and minds not the other way around. He would need to be more careful in the future. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vilandra enter the room and sashay her way over. She was breathtaking in a very revealing red lace nightgown that barely covered her nude bottom. The outfit left very little to the imagination not that Rath needed to imagine what she looked like without any clothes on. Tellymon blew out a large breath of air as his eyes wandered up and down her body.
Vilandra knew how to drive him crazy and she loved to tease him. Slowly she crawled upon the bed, stalking her prey as only a hunter could. She looked at him with starved eyes, greedy to feed upon the seductive form that lay before her. Vilandra’s body drank in Rath’s energy as she descended upon his mouth. She felt the primal power of pure animal lust and instinct to take over, the need to control Rath. Sex was Vilandra’s greatest power over TellymonRath. The warrior deep down inside her would come out her during their lovemaking. She always succeeded in getting Tellymon to succumb to her making him weak before her, willing to do anything she asked.
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Maria slowly started to fall asleep with the lull of the van’s engine. She touched Isabel’s hand again to see if she could reenter the dream.
Maria found herself in an elegant bedroom decorated in rich colors of green, burgundy, black and gold. She saw Michael on the bed in his Rath form wearing black satin bottoms and an opened shirt. His chest was bare and Maria could not help but stare at the two tattoos over on his left side just above the heart. ‘What are those two symbols?’ she tried to look closer, but could not see.
Staring at his chest, Maria found herself licking her lower lips as her eyes slowly meandered their way down Michael’s, er, Rath’s body. She could not help but wonder how it would feel to snuggle up against that chest. She saw Vilandra slowly approach him in such an erotic fashion that Maria’s knees began to weaken. ‘When did the room get so hot?’ Maria thought as she fanned herself. Maria’s eyes widen as Rath’s appearance changed to that of Michael and Vilandra’s to Isabel. Now before her, in full living Technicolor, was Michael and Isabel engaged in a heavy make out session. Clothing was starting to come off. ‘Enough,’ Maria closed her eyes, tightly. ‘Okay I was cool with Vilandra and Rath…. although I know, they are the same people as Michael and Isabel…. they looked different… …that I can handle … but this..’ Maria opened her eyes again
“OH NO…you two. Stop this right now.”
Before Maria could help herself she was yelling and running towards the bed. Michael and Isabel looked up startled. Isabel rolled off Michael and lay at his side looking at Maria incredulously.
“Were did you come from?” said an astonished Isabel.
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 1: The Attack!
~ Maria ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“Help me I think I'm falling in love again.” "Help Me" by Wynonna Judd
Kyle stopped the van at the nearest gas station adjacent to the highway. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Max and Liz curled up together sound asleep. Liz looked so peaceful and calm while Max looked as though his slumber was very disturbing. Isabel stretched out with her back against the windows, also asleep. One hand was draped over the back of the seat while her other hand clutched a blanket covering her. He could see her mouth forming words but no sound came out. Whatever dream she was having was definitely not happy as her face scrunched up and a tear slipped down her cheek. Then Kyle noticed Maria had taken a seat next to Isabel and had placed her hand over Isabel’s. ‘What was going on between those two?’ Kyle wondered. ‘Just a couple of weeks they were fighting tooth and nail over Michael and now.’ Kyle emitted a low growl from his throat at the thought that Michael was interested in getting Isabel into his bed pissed him off. ‘Damn selfish alien. Didn’t he know how much he was hurting Isabel and Maria? Pulling off this stunt and taking off without telling anyone. Does he know that both girls cried for hours not knowing what had happened to him? Bastard, he deserves to be rot in hell for hurting Isabel, his Isabel.’ Kyle got out of the van and let the door slam a little too hard. He rounded the side and proceeded to fill the tank up with gas.
Maria heard the van door shut and woke up with a start. She immediately removed her hand from Isabel who appeared asleep. ‘Wow I did it!’ Maria thought pleased with herself. ‘Who says you need special alien powers?’ Maria took a quick glance around and saw Max and Liz snuggled up with each other. A twinge of jealousy hit her. ‘Why couldn’t Spaceboy be more like that? Why was he always so difficult and hard to love? Max was the perfect boyfriend and now the perfect husband. Look what I was stuck with, yesterday’s leftovers.’
Kyle paid for the gas, grabbed some coffee and headed back for the van. Climbing in, he started up the engine and headed for the highway again. Two more hours of driving time and then he could switch off with Max. Roswell was still a long way off. Kyle thoughts drifted to his father whom he could not wait to see. He saw Maria in the rear view mirror and smiled. Then a terrible thought crossed Kyle’s mind. ‘Did their leaving accelerate dad and Maria’s mom getting closer, maybe even …’ Kyle shuddered at the thought that his father even had a sex life, let alone one with Ms. Deluca. Kyle started muttering. ‘concentrate on the road, the road is good, the road is calm, and the road does not have sex.’
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Isabel barely heard the van door shut, she was too exhausted to wake up. Her dream had shifted to the bedroom Vilandra and TellymonRath shared in the other life.
Tellymon lay on the satin sheets feeling very relaxed and comfortable for the first time in days. He and death had shook hands many times before but this time he was caught off guard and that really made him angry and deep down a little frightened. Never before had anyone taken him by surprise. Tellymon did not like that feeling. He liked to be in charge, to control the situation while on the battlefield. He was the one to strike fear into his enemy’s hearts and minds not the other way around. He would need to be more careful in the future. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vilandra enter the room and sashay her way over. She was breathtaking in a very revealing red lace nightgown that barely covered her nude bottom. The outfit left very little to the imagination not that Rath needed to imagine what she looked like without any clothes on. Tellymon blew out a large breath of air as his eyes wandered up and down her body.
Vilandra knew how to drive him crazy and she loved to tease him. Slowly she crawled upon the bed, stalking her prey as only a hunter could. She looked at him with starved eyes, greedy to feed upon the seductive form that lay before her. Vilandra’s body drank in Rath’s energy as she descended upon his mouth. She felt the primal power of pure animal lust and instinct to take over, the need to control Rath. Sex was Vilandra’s greatest power over TellymonRath. The warrior deep down inside her would come out her during their lovemaking. She always succeeded in getting Tellymon to succumb to her making him weak before her, willing to do anything she asked.
***
Maria slowly started to fall asleep with the lull of the van’s engine. She touched Isabel’s hand again to see if she could reenter the dream.
Maria found herself in an elegant bedroom decorated in rich colors of green, burgundy, black and gold. She saw Michael on the bed in his Rath form wearing black satin bottoms and an opened shirt. His chest was bare and Maria could not help but stare at the two tattoos over on his left side just above the heart. ‘What are those two symbols?’ she tried to look closer, but could not see.
Staring at his chest, Maria found herself licking her lower lips as her eyes slowly meandered their way down Michael’s, er, Rath’s body. She could not help but wonder how it would feel to snuggle up against that chest. She saw Vilandra slowly approach him in such an erotic fashion that Maria’s knees began to weaken. ‘When did the room get so hot?’ Maria thought as she fanned herself. Maria’s eyes widen as Rath’s appearance changed to that of Michael and Vilandra’s to Isabel. Now before her, in full living Technicolor, was Michael and Isabel engaged in a heavy make out session. Clothing was starting to come off. ‘Enough,’ Maria closed her eyes, tightly. ‘Okay I was cool with Vilandra and Rath…. although I know, they are the same people as Michael and Isabel…. they looked different… …that I can handle … but this..’ Maria opened her eyes again
“OH NO…you two. Stop this right now.”
Before Maria could help herself she was yelling and running towards the bed. Michael and Isabel looked up startled. Isabel rolled off Michael and lay at his side looking at Maria incredulously.
“Were did you come from?” said an astonished Isabel.
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Book 1: Section 7: Chapter 2: Part 1 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 2: Persistent Dream
~ Just Whose Dream Is It Anyway ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“Nights in white satin. Never reaching the end.” “Nights in White Satin” by Moody Blues
Maria ignored Isabel, jumped up on the bed and whacked Michael on his chest. Michael just smiled and held out a hand to Maria, “Maria” he whispered.
Maria found herself gazing into his brown eyes. It had been to long since she and Michael had been together. Excluding of course the ‘doctor time’ with Isabel, but that was more clinical in trying to help him.
He touched her shoulder, her clothes faded away, and a black negligee appeared on her body. The material was so soft and luxurious feeling that Maria could to help run her hands down over her own body, knowing what affect her actions would have on Michael.
He smiled at Maria as he changed her outfit into a luxurious negligee. She had admired the same outfit in the mall almost a year ago. Michael could not afford to buy such an extravagant gift at the time for Maria, considering their predicament. That was before he learned the fine art of counterfeiting alien style. He hoped Maria understood, she said she did but her eyes betrayed her when Max come out of the store later having purchased a very personal item for Liz. Again Max was the perfect husband a perfection that Michael knew he would never reach. In Marie’s eyes, Michael knew he was degraded to a second hand misfit.
In this fantasyland, Michael could shower her with jewels, money, and luxuries as only a dream can do. Here he could be just as sophisticated and suave as Max is. Here he could love both Maria and Isabel with all his heart and yearnings. He can tell them his dreams for the future, knowing they would stay with him. Here they loved Michael as he is with TellymonRath and all. It may be not be real, but it was all that Michael had left.
Maria could not believe it. ‘This was the same negligee from the mall. How did Michael know she wanted it so badly?’ He had his back turned to the plate glass display case and was checking out the sports store across the way. He barely even noticed when Max had come out of the store with that black lace thong with a red heart jewel set in the center Liz showed Maria later that same day. Maria was so angry that Michael did not get her anything that she plotted her revenge wickedly. She would lead him on all day with suggestive innuendoes and subtle grinding or caresses as she walked past him. Then in bed, she would roll over to sleep fending that she was too tired for sex. Everyone thought they were having hot, heavy sex all that week and could not understand Michael’s temper that only worsen as the week dragged on. Maria finally forgave him ten days later and the sex that night was extraordinary. Now here she was wearing that same negligee in Isabel’s dream. ‘Wait, Isabel’s? She was not there that day, and has no idea about the black negligee. This cannot be her dream, it must be Michael’s.’
Maria looked over at Isabel and shook her head. ‘Isabel, naughty, naughty Isabel, you are dream-walking Michael. So!… this is a Spaceboy’s dream. His fantasy is to have both Isabel and me in bed, together. Figures! Just like a sick demented male.’ Maria traced her hand down his chest and back up to his cheek.
‘I should be outraged but I actually find the idea rather intriguing. What the hell! It is only a dream and why should I not enjoy myself while I am here. Maybe I can burn off some of the sexual tension that has been building up inside me for the last few weeks with no Michaelsicle around.’ Maria let Michael draw her down into a kiss. She moaned in his mouth and dropped her body down on top of him. She felt like she could explode any minute. ‘This feels so real, so incredibly real.’
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 2: Persistent Dream
~ Just Whose Dream Is It Anyway ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“Nights in white satin. Never reaching the end.” “Nights in White Satin” by Moody Blues
Maria ignored Isabel, jumped up on the bed and whacked Michael on his chest. Michael just smiled and held out a hand to Maria, “Maria” he whispered.
Maria found herself gazing into his brown eyes. It had been to long since she and Michael had been together. Excluding of course the ‘doctor time’ with Isabel, but that was more clinical in trying to help him.
He touched her shoulder, her clothes faded away, and a black negligee appeared on her body. The material was so soft and luxurious feeling that Maria could to help run her hands down over her own body, knowing what affect her actions would have on Michael.
He smiled at Maria as he changed her outfit into a luxurious negligee. She had admired the same outfit in the mall almost a year ago. Michael could not afford to buy such an extravagant gift at the time for Maria, considering their predicament. That was before he learned the fine art of counterfeiting alien style. He hoped Maria understood, she said she did but her eyes betrayed her when Max come out of the store later having purchased a very personal item for Liz. Again Max was the perfect husband a perfection that Michael knew he would never reach. In Marie’s eyes, Michael knew he was degraded to a second hand misfit.
In this fantasyland, Michael could shower her with jewels, money, and luxuries as only a dream can do. Here he could be just as sophisticated and suave as Max is. Here he could love both Maria and Isabel with all his heart and yearnings. He can tell them his dreams for the future, knowing they would stay with him. Here they loved Michael as he is with TellymonRath and all. It may be not be real, but it was all that Michael had left.
Maria could not believe it. ‘This was the same negligee from the mall. How did Michael know she wanted it so badly?’ He had his back turned to the plate glass display case and was checking out the sports store across the way. He barely even noticed when Max had come out of the store with that black lace thong with a red heart jewel set in the center Liz showed Maria later that same day. Maria was so angry that Michael did not get her anything that she plotted her revenge wickedly. She would lead him on all day with suggestive innuendoes and subtle grinding or caresses as she walked past him. Then in bed, she would roll over to sleep fending that she was too tired for sex. Everyone thought they were having hot, heavy sex all that week and could not understand Michael’s temper that only worsen as the week dragged on. Maria finally forgave him ten days later and the sex that night was extraordinary. Now here she was wearing that same negligee in Isabel’s dream. ‘Wait, Isabel’s? She was not there that day, and has no idea about the black negligee. This cannot be her dream, it must be Michael’s.’
Maria looked over at Isabel and shook her head. ‘Isabel, naughty, naughty Isabel, you are dream-walking Michael. So!… this is a Spaceboy’s dream. His fantasy is to have both Isabel and me in bed, together. Figures! Just like a sick demented male.’ Maria traced her hand down his chest and back up to his cheek.
‘I should be outraged but I actually find the idea rather intriguing. What the hell! It is only a dream and why should I not enjoy myself while I am here. Maybe I can burn off some of the sexual tension that has been building up inside me for the last few weeks with no Michaelsicle around.’ Maria let Michael draw her down into a kiss. She moaned in his mouth and dropped her body down on top of him. She felt like she could explode any minute. ‘This feels so real, so incredibly real.’
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Book 1: Section 7: Chapter 2: Part 2 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 2: Persistent Dream
~ Maria and Isabel Oh My! ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“You and me. You and me, we should be dancing in the sheets.” “Dancing in the Sheets” by Shalamar
Isabel looked over at Maria flabbergasted. ‘I cannot believe this. Where did Maria come from? How did she make a connection?’ Isabel pondered on this for a minute. ‘Must have been when I took her with me to visit Michael. Somehow, a mental connection was made between us. I don’t understand how this could have happened?’ Isabel was stumped for an explanation. ‘Could it be because we are both married to him?’ Isabel deduced that had to be the only reasonable excuse was their connection to Michael through marriage.
Isabel was brought out of her thoughts by Michael’s voice. She watched them interact. ‘Could this be a glimpse of a possible future for the three of us? Is this what I am harboring deep down in my subconscious? I should be disgusted with Maria’s presence but I am not. My alien side really does not find this repulsing, being here in bed and sharing Michael with another woman. It was common for warrior princes to have more than one wife. Rath had not taken another wife in our last life, but he was very young. Maybe if we had lived longer he would have taken more wives though alliances or even for love.’
Isabel then notice that Maria’s clothes change. ‘Well I'll be. This is not my dream, its Michael’s. So this is what Michael wants, the three of us together, at the same time!’ Isabel watched as Maria kissed Michael and began to nip her way down his neck to his chest. Michael closed his eyes, wrapping his hand in her hair. He moaned at her touches as she seductively kissed his chest and played with his nipples.
‘The room feels hot; I should find a fan to turn on,’ thought Isabel as she started to look for a switch, but she found that she was unable to draw her eyes away, as Maria coaxed Michael’s body into soft moans, his body arched into her hands.
Isabel found herself wanting Michael to hold, kiss, and make love to her. She pushed up on her arms and looked down at Michael. His eyes were opened and the lust there was immense. Michael placed his hand on her back as he pushed Isabel down into him. Isabel captured his lips in a deep sensual kiss, refusing to let go.
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 2: Persistent Dream
~ Maria and Isabel Oh My! ~
Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning
“You and me. You and me, we should be dancing in the sheets.” “Dancing in the Sheets” by Shalamar
Isabel looked over at Maria flabbergasted. ‘I cannot believe this. Where did Maria come from? How did she make a connection?’ Isabel pondered on this for a minute. ‘Must have been when I took her with me to visit Michael. Somehow, a mental connection was made between us. I don’t understand how this could have happened?’ Isabel was stumped for an explanation. ‘Could it be because we are both married to him?’ Isabel deduced that had to be the only reasonable excuse was their connection to Michael through marriage.
Isabel was brought out of her thoughts by Michael’s voice. She watched them interact. ‘Could this be a glimpse of a possible future for the three of us? Is this what I am harboring deep down in my subconscious? I should be disgusted with Maria’s presence but I am not. My alien side really does not find this repulsing, being here in bed and sharing Michael with another woman. It was common for warrior princes to have more than one wife. Rath had not taken another wife in our last life, but he was very young. Maybe if we had lived longer he would have taken more wives though alliances or even for love.’
Isabel then notice that Maria’s clothes change. ‘Well I'll be. This is not my dream, its Michael’s. So this is what Michael wants, the three of us together, at the same time!’ Isabel watched as Maria kissed Michael and began to nip her way down his neck to his chest. Michael closed his eyes, wrapping his hand in her hair. He moaned at her touches as she seductively kissed his chest and played with his nipples.
‘The room feels hot; I should find a fan to turn on,’ thought Isabel as she started to look for a switch, but she found that she was unable to draw her eyes away, as Maria coaxed Michael’s body into soft moans, his body arched into her hands.
Isabel found herself wanting Michael to hold, kiss, and make love to her. She pushed up on her arms and looked down at Michael. His eyes were opened and the lust there was immense. Michael placed his hand on her back as he pushed Isabel down into him. Isabel captured his lips in a deep sensual kiss, refusing to let go.