The Chronicles of Valen Ch. 45
*Disclaimer*: Valen, Nathyrra, The Seer, and several of the other characters are the property of Bioware. If you’ve played the game, you’ll recognize them. The rest is the invention of my twisted little imagination, including Morrighu Badb and the goddess she serves.
*Laying Foundations*
Morrighu laughs at the two men, “I take it you were successful then. That’s good, but I still need to find an architect and a builder.”
Valen looks at her curiously, “What is an architect, exactly?”
She sighs, “I need someone who can take my drawings and turn them into something that the builder can actually raise. I also need someone to make sure that the building design is structurally sound and that the materials I’ve chosen will hold up to how I plan to use them.”
He considers this carefully, “What purpose does the builder serve then?”
She sighs, “The builder is a bit like a general. He arranges the work, the materials, schedules the workmen and the deliveries, and gets everything and everyone to the site in the right order. It’s a complex job and I don’t know that either of us or even both of us are up to the task. I suspect that I shall be rather occupied with other matters in about four weeks.”
Johann looks puzzled, “What happens in four weeks?”
Valen blushes furiously, “Our wedding…”
Morrighu blushes a bit herself and Johann grins too.
Valen reaches out and strokes her cheek, “How are you feeling? Are you ready to eat lunch? If you are, I’ll have Mhaere bring up a tray.”
Morrighu giggles, “I’m becoming spoiled. I won’t know what to do with myself, once I’m up and around again.”
Valen smiles at her, “You should be pampered. I would say that you have more than earned it. Besides, the healer said that she didn’t want you even wearing armor for at least a week.”
Morrighu nods, “I know so I had Tamsil take our underpadding to Argali. I had a thought and I wanted to ask you opinion of it.”
Valen nods and gestures for her to continue.
She takes a deep breath and plunges in, “Since all building foundations must have a cornerstone, I thought…I thought that we’d go back into Undermountain to quarry the cornerstones. The basalt there would seem to be suitable to me. I’ll have to ask Durnan if he can help us bring such a thing up, but I think it’s properly symbolic since so much of this all started there in the first place.”
Valen chews his lip considering.
While he’s thinking, Morrighu adds, “It’s the same kind of stone that most of Lith My’athar was fashioned out of.”
He sighs, “If that’s what you want, I’m sure that we can find a way to do it. I suppose that the symbolism appeals to you. How big are the blocks?”
Morrighu shrugs, “If I knew how big they should be, I’d hardly need an architect. All I know is that the basalt there is a very hard. We’ll have to find a way to cut it before we can move it.”
She grimaces, “I think I’m going to have to talk to Durnan…We might end up taking part of a wall out in order to move the stones since I don’t think they’ll fit out the door.”
Johann frowns at her, “Or you could just have your friend Sobrey cast a teleport spell on them.”
Morrighu looks at Valen, delighted, “I’m sure he could do it. I just need to find someone to cut the blocks, once we know what size they’re to be. Which brings us back to the subject of your trip to the temple of Oghma. I need to talk to some engineers.”
Valen shrugs, “The first thing you will be doing is eating lunch and then taking your nap. I’m supposed to talk with one of the Selunite healers and Graciella today about how best to care for you. I don’t know much keeping you healthy. I know how to keep you from getting hurt, but that’s about it. As for any trips to Oghma’s temple, that will have to wait until the day after tomorrow. If you are a very good girl and behave yourself, I’ll take you with me, the healers permitting.”
Morrighu smiles at him and gestures at the room, “As much as I like all of this, I find that I am eager to get this temple built.”
Johann looks at the pair, “With both of you here together, I have some good news for you. The Order of the Broken Blade would be pleased to assist you in building your temple complex. I did have to promise that you’d make a large donation in return in order to get the priests to agree. Still, once I told them about the plans for it, they were ready to bash the priests over the head and tell you that they’d do it anyway. 20,000 in gold should more than cover the required fee. That gets you your builder and he’ll handle all the negotiations with the guilds and trades people.”
Morrighu nods and points to Valen, “Tell Durnan that I need to see Mirt the Moneylender at his Lordship’s earliest convenience.”
Johann shrugs, “You don’t really believe that drunken braggart is one of the Lords of Waterdeep do you?”
Morrighu shrugs non-committal, “Just tell Durnan what I said, word for word, and no one else.”
Valen nods, “Leave it to me. I’ll take care of everything.”
Morrighu grins at him, “You usually do — except for lunch.”
Valen looks at Deekin, who sighs and gathers his things.
Deekin looks at Valen, “We’s not done yet.”
Valen nods, “I know, little one, but there is always tomorrow. Why don’t you go get some fresh air and sunshine? Morrighu isn’t the only one that needs to recover from this trip.”
Johann pats Valen on the shoulder, “Waterdeep wasn’t built in a day, and this temple won’t be either. I’ll help you all I can.”
Johann looks at Morrighu, “Come and see us when your patron-protector lets you off your leash. Kris wants to see you, you know.”
Morrighu nods, “I would like very much to see her too. And for the record, elves do live in the woods.”
Johann laughs, “I should go and let you rest.”
Valen looks at Morrighu, “Is there anything special you want for lunch?”
She shakes her head so he tells Johann, “I’ll walk down with you. I’ll have Mhaere send up some trays.”
Valen and Johann head down the stairs to find Nathyrra, curled up in chair, playing cards with some caravan drivers. She tosses her silvery-white hair and Johann stops short, staring.
He turns and whispers urgently to Valen, “Who is that? She’s beautiful.”
Valen chuckles, “That would be Nathyrra, the drow that Morrighu mentioned. And before you ask, she’s taken and if she weren’t… Let’s just say that I don’t know how well you’d like the experience. Drow have…different ideas of romance.”
Johann sucks in a sharp breath of disappointment and seems to shake off the thought of the drow. Valen sees him off and heads to the counter where Mhaere is tending bar. Valen chit-chats with Mhaere for a moment.
Finally, Mhaere sighs, “I suppose she’s ready for lunch.”
Valen nods absently, still looking around so Mhaere asks him, “And you? Have you eaten?”
Valen shakes his head, still looking around.
Unable to spot Durnan, he asks, “Is Durnan here?”
Mhaere rolls her eyes, “He’s here, alright. He’s in the back, taking inventory so that we can order our supplies.”
Valen follows Mhaere’s gesture through a door and down some steps to find Durnan tallying up kegs of beer and casks of wine. Valen clears his throat to get Durnan’s attention.
The older man turns to face him, slightly startled, “What brings you to our basement?”
Valen shrugs, “I’m delivering a message. I’m supposed to tell you that Morrighu would like to see Mirt the Moneylender at his Lordship’s earliest convenience.”
Durnan’s eyes widen in shock, since this statement, simple as it is, has wide ramifications.
Durnan sucks in a sharp breath, “Did she say what it was about?”
Valen shakes his head, “No, she just told me to be sure to tell you and no one else.”
Durnan seems to relax slightly at this. He frowns at the tiefling, “Did she explain the meaning of the message to you?”
Valen shrugs, “It all seems very cryptic to me, but I don’t know the locals here. The message has been passed and it would seem to me, correctly understood. I think that my duties as messenger have been discharged.”
Valen makes a mental note to weasel out of Morrighu what she’s up to later. He takes his leave of Durnan and heads back to Morrighu’s room.
Standing the basement, Durnan turns a thousand thoughts over his in mind. The fact that Durnan and Mirt know each other is widely known in Waterdeep, no great secret there.
Mirt is also widely rumored to be one of the Lords of Waterdeep, which is true. Her statement would seem to reference that.
What is lesser known is that Mirt is also a Harper, and a highly ranked member at that. Her comment might also allude to that. She has ties to the Harpers, after all. With his thoughts in a whirl, he writes out a note and sends one of the boys across town to deliver it.
~*~
Valen heads back up the stairs to confront Morrighu about her message. He opens the door, looks at the healer, and says, “Would you excuse us, please? Perhaps you would like to get some lunch yourself.”
Morrighu takes in his glower and sits nervously in the bed, twisting the sheet.
He turns to her angrily, “What in the name of the ninth hell have you had me do? I thought Durnan was going to pass out when I delivered your message. I don’t mind, but you might at least warn me what you’re up to.”
Morrighu sighs, “What I’m up to is finding out what kind of a white rothe we’ve been stuck with. Mirt is one of the Lords of Waterdeep and a Harper. In case you’ve forgotten, the Harpers owe me a thing or two. Mirt is our best chance of finding out what the Lords are up to.”
Valen frowns at her, “Are you sure that’s all it is? Durnan seemed to think it was quite a bomb you dropped. I don’t think he’d have been any more surprised if I had farted fairies.”
Morrighu sighs again, “I wanted to be sure that I got his attention. I know rather more about all of this than I’m supposed to and the message I had you deliver indicates that.”
He just stands there; looking quite displeased, and gestures for her to tell him the rest of it.
She rolls her eyes at him, “Really…that’s all there is to it. I’m not supposed to know that he’s a Lord of Waterdeep, even though any street corner beggar will speculate that he is. I’m also not supposed to know that he’s a Harper and maybe even a High Harper, by now. No one’s supposed to know that he’s anything other than a drunk, a braggart, and a moneylender. Honestly, I think he’s faking most of the time, pretending to be drunk so that people will blab around him.”
Valen shakes his head, “That had best be the whole story.”
She nods, “It is. I promise.”
She holds her arms out to him pleadingly and after a split second’s hesitation, he’s in them.
He sighs into her hair, “How am I to keep you safe, if you do not tell me what you are doing?”
She giggles a bit at his intensity so he decides to drive his point home.
He growls at her softly, “You didn’t tell me about Myrune and that very nearly became a disaster. You really must tell me about these things.”
She pulls him down beside her, “I know that. I didn’t want to say anything more in front of Johann. It was a snap decision, and I meant to tell you once you got back anyway. You just seemed so angry when you came back.”
She rolls to face him, “Now tell me how we shall spend the afternoon.”
He smiles at her and shakes his head, “Since I’m waiting on the healer to get here, I had thought we might lounge about and you could finish telling me your story.”
She giggles, “I will tell you some of it, but I hardly doubt that I’d be able to finish it in a single afternoon.”
She sighs, “You already know how I became a Renunciate and then how I came to serve Morrighu. I think perhaps I should pick up the thread there. The goddess took me back to one of her temples and had the healers there start healing me.”
She gives him a significant look, “Rest is important to healing and how someone is supposed to rest with non-stop chanting and praying is beyond me. Even with her intervention, I still nearly died from my wounds at least a half dozen times. It was another month after that before I could walk again under my own power. She waited until I could walk again before asking me if I still wanted to take my oaths as a paladin in her service.”
Valen grimaces at realizing just how badly she was injured at the time. He sighs and threads his fingers through her hair.
She smiles at his gesture before she continues, “I asked her what that entailed and she told me. It wasn’t all that different than the oaths I had taken to Rigan, but she was good to her word. She put in an allowance in my oaths so that I might remove myself from her service if I were to ever decide that she had become evil or insane. Dressed in borrowed armor, I knelt in the central hall of the temple and took my oaths as one of her paladins.”
Valen frowns at her, “What happened to your own armor?”
She shrugs, “It was destroyed in the battle with Rigan. My taking of the oaths seemed to please her, and I made them to her directly. I’m not sure how many swearings you have seen, but she made sure that she was present to receive my oath, which is highly unusual. When I was done, she put both of her hands on my head and blessed me.”
She smiles, remembering, “It was the most…blissful thing. I asked her what she had meant about the test of pain, but she told me that it wasn’t time for that. I had thought that she had changed her mind, but I found out later that she wasn’t sure that I would survive it in my condition at the time.”
Valen frowns at her, “It was month after your battle with Rigan. Just how badly were you hurt?”
She sighs, “I found out later what all the chanting and praying had been about. They kept me alive, chanting healing spells and resurrection spells, almost non-stop. The battle with Rigan should have been the end of me. The burns, the infections, the wounds — any one of them should have finished me off but taken all together… Without her intervention, I would not have survived it. Even with her intervention, it was still a close thing. I told you that I was dying when she came for me.”
Just then a knock sounds on the door, so he plants a kiss on her forehead and goes to answer the door. Mhaere stands in the hallway with a couple of trays so he opens the door and lets her in. Mhaere arranges the trays and carries out Morrighu’s breakfast dishes.
On her way past Valen, she drops him a wink that makes him blush lightly. Valen shuts the door behind her, turns back to Morrighu, and bursts into laughter
He’s caught her surreptitiously raiding his tray for the dessert. She hears his laughter and her head snaps up. Meekly, she drops the cover on his tray and grins at him.
He shakes his head, “Take it, if you want it that badly. I’m sure Mhaere has more of what ever it is.”
She blows him a kiss and swipes his desert. Just as she starts to eat it, he decides on a condition for it.
He chuckles, “Stop that! You can have your desert after you eat your lunch and you can have mine, under one condition.”
She arches a brow at him, “What condition?”
He grins at her, “I’ll feed it to you.”
She considers for a moment, bobs her head, and hands him the dish back. He sets it off to the side and catches her making sidelong glances at it as they eat.
Finally, he broaches the subject, “If I can get clearance from the healers, I though I’d see if you wanted to come with me to get Nelkaush’s shop girl. It would give you a chance to get out a bit. Some fresh air and sunshine would probably do you good, too.”
Morrighu nods, “It might reassure her too. I hope we are successful.”
Valen nods, “Gold combined with armed might should ease the negotiations.”
She laughs as she finishes her meal, “I think that might work.”
He picks up the dessert dish and lounges against the headboard.
He smirks slightly as he waves the dish at her, “So, do you still want your dessert?”
She nods her head, so he gestures for her to lie down. She does and he strokes her cheek, chuckling at her puzzled expression. He leans down and whispers to her, “Close your eyes.” She does and he stares at her for a long moment, lovingly.
He removes the cover of the dish, picks up the spoon and feeds her the first few bites. After the first few bites, he dips a finger into the pudding. With a sigh, he runs his thumb across her lower lip and as her mouth opens slightly, he puts his finger with the pudding against her lips.
He sighs heavily as her tongue licks out along his finger. She draws his finger into her mouth and begins methodically licking the pudding off it. He nearly groans as she begins to suck on his finger. He sighs and leans down to kiss her, just as a knock sounds on the door.
He taps her on the nose and hands her the spoon. She takes the spoon and sits up as he goes to answer to the door. Both healers are in the hallway so he opens the door wide and gestures for them to come in.
The Selunite healer introduces herself, “I am Tivia and I would like to examine her a bit more thoroughly than I was able to at Tempus’ temple.”
Valen nods at her and gestures for her to proceed.
Tivia shakes her head, “It would be best if you wait in the hallway. This will require her to disrobe.”
Valen looks to Morrighu, who nods an assent to him. He bows to the ladies and lets himself out. He leans against the wall in the hallway, waiting to be summoned back into the room.
~*~
Tivia approaches the bed and looks at Morrighu critically, “You look better, but I’d still like to do a thorough exam. Would you mind removing your nightgown?”
Morrighu complies and the healer frowns at her. Tivia casts a couple of spells but the only thing that happens is that Morrighu’s tattoo glows for a moment.
Tivia frowns at the paladin, “What is this? Your tattooing seems to be magical in nature.”
Morrighu nods, “It is. Both the ink and the symbols are sacred to my goddess.”
Tivia frowns for a moment, “It seems to be quite powerful, what ever it is. I’m going to try something. Let me know if this causes you any discomfort.”
Tivia makes another series of gestures and mumbles as Morrighu is suddenly seized with a bout of nausea. She clamps a hand over her mouth and leans toward the chamber pot, spewing most of her lunch. Tivia gestures again and the nausea is gone as quickly as it arrived. She turns and frowns at Graciella, who only shrugs.
Tivia takes a cloth from the wash stand and wipes Morrighu’s mouth, “I’m terribly sorry about that, but I was hoping that I might find a way to do this with spells. Since that obviously isn’t working, I’ll just have to do this the mundane way.”
She begins to examine the paladin closely, looking at the color of her corneas, examining her gums, and feeling of her abdomen.
Finally, she looks up at Graciella, “She seems fit enough, considering what she’s been through.”
Tivia turns back to Morrighu and pats her shoulder consolingly, “I am sorry that I made you vomit, but you can get dressed now. The worst of it is over and I promise not to try that again.”
Morrighu nods and quickly yanks her nightgown back on. Graciella glides to the door and peers into the hallway, spotting Valen. She signals him to return.
Levering himself up off the wall, he stands quickly and all but rushes back into the room. The smell is obvious to anyone with a nose, and his eyes narrow threateningly.
He turns to Graciella, “What have you two done to her?”
Tivia holds up a hand, “I cast a spell she didn’t tolerate well. I uncast it as quickly as I realized it made her ill. At the most I expected a few moments of discomfort.”
He glares at Tivia for a moment before moving swiftly to Morrighu’s side, “Are you all right, my love?”
She nods, “I am. It was only for a moment or two. Truly, it wasn’t all that bad.”
“Magnus!” He said. “Get out of here!”
“Hell no!” Magnus growled as his staff came in contact with one soldier after another. “I’m staying here!”
“I don’t want your mother to lose both of her men!” Autolycus told his son.
“Then you go!” Magnus told him.
“Look!” Autolycus brought his son around a large bolder where it was safe. “Listen… This is my last battle, son.”
“What are you…”
“Before you start!” Auto interrupted him. “I’m dying kid. Now I don’t have time for the mourning time here, but I had to tell ya. Go home!!”
“Dad!” Magnus knew he had to keep his fathers words tucked away inside. “I’m not leaving… if you really have to die, then I’m going to fight beside you for this last time.”
“Damn pup!” Autolycus cried out as a dark soldier came around. Auto’s sword finding away across the man’s throat, throwing him down dead.
“Then just you better live!” He called out as he ran out into the battle field. Leaving his son to watch him leave to never return to him again.
Magnus going his own way picking up the sword of a dead soldier and slicing out at the warrior’s of Dahak’s army. Picking his way through them like a rabid wolf gnawing hungrily through the flesh of it’s victims.
Iolus had been fighting the dark God Loki. Letting the Norse God growl in his annoyance as the mere mortal kept him busy until Balder came along to take Iolus’s place against his baby brother who betrayed the family.
As Iolus looked about himself, he found Gabrielle engaged in a battle with the Amazon Goddess Velasca. Alissa fighting by Gabrielle’s side against the massively strong woman. Both mortal girls groaning under the stress of making failed attempts at finishing off the hateful woman.
“This is truly pitiful.” Velasca mused. “Two women cannot even bring me to a sweat. I’m tempted to let you both live so that I might have more fun.”
“Why don’t you just go fuck yourself!” Alissa cursed into the Goddesses face as she brought her sword at her.
Velasca blocked the Amazon’s blade with her own before thrusting her foot up into the woman’s face, throwing her into a back flip to land on her front. The air knocking way out of her lungs as she collided with the soil.
The dark Goddess raised her sword over head as if to ready herself to bring it down into Alissa’s back, but reversed her maneuver, sending the blade behind her into Gabrielle’s heart as she came running up to strike the Goddess down.
“NO!!” Iolus cried out. “GABIRELLE!!”
Alissa’s eyes looked up as she beheld the Amazon bard, impaled upon Velasca’s blade. Fulfilling the dark woman’s wish of many years passed.
Iolus came running up with a spear in hand he had taken from a dead soldier and with a loud cry he hurled it out at the Goddess Velasca. The spear searing through the air high before coming down into Velasca’s chest and out her shoulder blades. Her eyes seeming to growl as she just stood their with her sword wedged in Gabrielle.
Gabrielle was slumped over Velasca’s blade. Her lifeless body in the Goddesses hands for whatever deed the woman wanted.
“Dearest Gabrielle.” Velasca said. “You died too easily. Now I actually regret this… but what is done is done.”
“You bitch!” Alissa groaned as she rose to her hands and knees. Blood seeping from small gaps in her body and face.
“Such a foul mouthed little blonde brat…” Velasca said. “You remind me of a short and blonde Xena… how I love to hate you for that.”
Velasca’s boot came across Alissa’s face, throwing her down onto her back and out of her head. Unconscious to the world as the fighting continued.
“Leave her alone!!” Iolus cried out as he ran up with his sword swinging about him and thrusting into a disappearing Velasca.
“Gabrielle?” Iolus called her name, looking about for her body. Knowing Velasca had taken it with her to wherever the dark bitch went.
Eve had been on the other end of the stretch of land fighting soldiers to the best of her might… dropping them dead one after the other.
She came face to face with the dark God Seth who, in his hand, held a knife with the blood of her brother smeared on the blade. She looked into his eyes as they came closer… killing enemy from whatever side they came from.
“Are you ready to die young blood?” Seth snarled at the girl.
“Are you?” She mocked him.
They came at one another with a fierce thrust of blades… his blood poisoned blade colliding with the blade of her short sword.
She pulled back into stance, Seth doing the same, before they let their blades meet again. His back fist meeting her face as his other hand held the blades together.
Eve fell to the ground at the hard strike by the one called Seth… she quickly kicked her feet high in the air, coming back to a strong stance. Hoping into the air as Seth attempted a sweep with his foot. Eve landing and making a front pump kick into his chest, sending the dark God sprawling to the ground.
“Damnable child!” He cursed.
“Snake!” She sneered.
Seth swung his blade forward at her to be stopped by her foot connecting with his wrist. Sending the blade away from his grip…
“Lookie what I found!” She jeered as she hoped over to the blade and took it into her hand before Seth had a chance to take it back.
“Damn you!” Seth cried out as he lunged forth.
Eve jumped backwards, landing a good twelve yards away from Seth before bringing the blade up and hurling at him from underhand.
Before Seth could do anything more, the poisoned blade connected with his abdomen from right below his chest and he felt the poison seeping deep into his own blood. His life rushing away as he saw his twin brothers many years prior.
“Give Osiris a big ole kiss for me you son of a bitch!” Eve cursed the dying God as she turned to be caught by her brothers fist raging against her face. Throwing her at least a hundred yards back into a large bolder. Her face streaming with her own blood as it escaped her mouth, nose, and gashes.
“Give him kiss yourself!” Solan marched to his sister with his blade drawn.
“KHAYMEN!!” Castor called from behind Solan… holding Pollux’s head in his hand by the hair with on finger extended and pointing out before Solan.
Shangrala looked up and before him and saw a large figure hidden in the shadows standing above strong and looking down.
“That’ll be enough Khaymen!” The strong familiar voice spoke from the shadow’s of the sun shining on his back.
Solan’s eyes widened when he recognized the strong tall man standing above him and anger seared through his veins.
“No… it can’t be.” He snarled.
“Hercules?” Iolus called out in surprise as he ran up beside Castor.
“With Athena’s blessing!” Castor said victoriously.
“You might as well lay it down, Khaymen.” Hercules told him. “Look around and see your army is no more.”
As Solan looked about himself, he found that many had retreated with Loki. Leaving nothing but hero’s of the light and good standing around him. All staring out at him with their dark hate filled eyes.
“Damn it all to hell.” Solan breathed.
With a loud roar, Solan lunged towards Hercules, being caught off guard by one of the mighty son of Zeus’s punches.
Sprawling to the ground… looking up to see the big man come into view. Seeing a twenty five years younger Hercules standing before him. The blood of the dark soldiers staining the hero’s appearance.
“I broke your back before, Hercules… I can do it again.” Solan rushed out at the mighty man again to be thrown back by one of the hero’s boots into his face.
“I’d stop now, “Khaymen.”" Eve mocked him.
“Oh, and who’ll make me?” He laughed as he moved closer to Hercules to be caught off guard by an arrow thrusting into his side.
Alissa came out into the circle. Her body limping with the battle scars that over took her entire body, a cross bow in her hand, loaded with another arrow.
“These may not kill you, but they will hurt like hell!” She snarled at the dark king as he pulled the arrow from his side.
Solan looked around himself and found only one man coming to stand at his side. The man had a large gash in his head and in the large amount of blood covering it would have been hard to tell who he was, but Solan knew.
“Joshua.”
“My lord and master, Shangrala!” He shouted in pride as he stood in front of Solan with his sword drawn upon Hercules and any who came closer.
Solan smiled in his sadistic scene as he raised his arms through the air and made a chant in an evil tongue known only to the priest of Dahak.
“Sa-Hiel da murg dei soty! ”
In an instant, a large beast swooped down from the high hills above and landed in the great circle… two men riding upon it’s back. Their feet planted on its wings… one man shorter than the other but both dark in nature and dress.
“Cerebus, Ka, take me home!” He commanded as he mounted the beast. Joshua left alone in the circle as the giant winged beast began to rise into the air. It’s loud shriek coming from an ant eaters nostrils. It’s scaly skin shimmering in the light as it rose up and away from the battle field.
Joshua staring off in horror as they had left him alone in the circle where many dark eyes would rest upon him. Staring him down as the traitor he had become…
“Oh shit…” he groaned as a large number of brawny soldiers piled on top of him. Their fists mashing against his face, skull, and other various parts of his body.
“Don’t kill him.” Iolus told them as he turned his back and left… his tears swelling in his eyes as he watched the large group beat his son within an inch of his life for his betrayal to them. Even though Joshua deserved it… it stilled pained his father to watch.
The battle had ended just hours ago when the bodies were being separated from those of Dahak’s men and those of the soldiers of good. Only, Dahak’s soldiers were being thrown into a fire and the other bodies left to lay where they were. For the soldiers that survived felt that it was only appropriate to leave these men and women as the thousand dead warriors had been left in their victorious battle over century ago.
Nemesis had wondered unto the field a short time ago to help Athena sort out those who needed healing and those who would be just fine on their own. Upon entering, she came upon Magnus, who was holding his father’s lifeless body in his arms.
Magnus looked like a man out of a poem or heroic story, staring off into the sun set as he held the body of one of the fallen in his arms. Letting his form be taken by the sun turning to darkness in the high sky.
Princess Diana had left a while back, taking the bodies of her son and husband, and yes, even her daughter to their kingdom.
Eve had taken Alissa to their own tent to heal the wounded girl. Their lips pressed lovingly against one another… in pure happiness over the wonderful outcome of this war. Though many died… they hadn’t lost each other, and they secured more safety for the world than most will ever come to know.
Iolus had ridden off with the soldiers who took his son to put to a prison. Joshua would be made to live as a payment to his father. He would live, yes… but only to be left alone in a dark dungeon for the rest of his life for his betrayal.
Hercules had walked with Iolus along the way. Speaking to his friend, sharing as much of a warm moment as possible.
“Tell me Herc.” Iolus spoke. “As happy as I am that you came, where did you really have much purpose in this war. Khaymen took off before you could even do anything really meaningful. This is like some bad plot line in a bards sad attempt at his first war story.”
Hercules laughed and patted his friends shoulder. “I know… it makes no sense at all, but at least I should up.”
“Yeah, you did.” He agreed and they both walked off into the open world to live.
That night, a funeral for the dead was held in honor of those who fought for what was good, for what was right.
Eve let her voice sore through the night sky. A beautiful melody grasping the ears of the many who stood in listening. Her mournful tone was taken in, but none could deny the sweet feeling that her voice thrust into their hearts.
Alissa listened on, remembering the last time she had heard that beautiful voice sing a melody unto her.
When Eve was Livia, long ago. She had let her voice slowly and seductively sing unto her lover as she draped a very soft and silken sheet over Alissa’s body. Sending a shudder and tingle through the young girls body as the cool softness touched her skin.
“Ohhhh Livia.” She moaned as her hands slowly felt the sheet against her flesh. Rubbing it into her body as her back arched her up into it.
Livia put her finger to her own lips to single Alissa with a slow “shhh” before Livia’s hand slowly rubbed along Alissa’s belly covered by the thin and wonderful sheet. Electric shivers coursing through Alissa’s body at Livia’s smooth touch.
“How do you feel darling?” Livia asked.
“Mmmmmm so wonderful.” Alissa moaned.
Livia let her song continue into the dim lighten bed chamber in her palace room. Her hand gently roaming over Alissa’s sheet covered flesh.
Alissa’s eyes shot open and her mouth opened wide and dry as she felt the hard shudder of pleasure move through her as Livia’s hand firmly rubbed over her vaginal mound.
“Livia!” She cried out hoarsely as the pleasure overtook her body with Livia’s hand moving and rubbing lower on Alissa’s sex. Brining a passionate rising arch from the Amazon’s back as she moved herself into her lovers touch more and more.
“Livia… Livia…. Oh Livia!” Alissa was moaning.
Livia stared down in lustful amusement at the way her lover’s sex pumped and thrust up at her hand for more and more. Feeling the exquisitely soft sheet rubbing against her hand as she rubbed it into Alissa’s pussy.
Alissa cried out in pleasurable agony as herself send forth a hard to free orgasm into Livia’s small hands.
Livia played a smile over her lips as let her middle finger rub a circle over Alissa’s clit. Rubbing the silk sheet in a circle over Alissa’s sensitive nub. Bringing whimpering cries from the beautiful Amazon.
“I love you, Livia! Don’t stop!” Alissa was pumping her body into Livia’s teasing touch. “Please don’t stop… let me cum, please let me cum, oh Livia!!”
Giving into the whimpering begs from her lovers, Livia decided that there was plenty of time to tease the girl more and more later… why not let her cum now.
Pressing a little more firmly into Alissa’s mound, rubbing a tid bit harder and faster against the girls pussy.
Feeling herself get wet between her legs as her hand words to bring the young Amazon off with the pussy juice stained silk sheet. Two of her fingers laying flat down in the folds of Alissa’s pussy, rubbing gently but firmly all at once.
“I’m cumming!” Alissa cried. “Oh Livia! Oh GODS!!”
The Amazon came with the motions of her lovers strange, new, and wonderful touch on her sex with a bit of silk to enhance the incredibly seductive feeling.
She felt her body tensing with Livia’s fingers trailing way between her lower and more secretive folds while a beauty of a song came from the woman’s lips. Drowning the room into the sea of love and silken lust.
Alissa felt a pang of guilt for letting these memories come to her, knowing they would make her extremely turned on. But she was at loss for stopping it. She wanted to already begin her life with Livia, no… Eve, as it should have been years ago.
She looked over at Eve, who had just finished her song, and with an incredible look of love in her eyes, she mouthed the words…
“I love you.”
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*NOTE: *I plan to take a break from the Chronicles of Eve, but worry not. I shall keep writing, but one possibly two other stories for the time being. Look for “The Amazon Journals “coming soon from J. Jasper Martin.
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