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Second Time Through - Book IIChapter 49: The Reservation free porn video
"Michael?" Catherine touched me on the shoulder. "It's time to get ready. We're almost there."
Her touch shook me from my reverie. I looked around the empty Dining Car, puzzled. It seemed like mere moments ago that everyone had been sitting here discussing what had happened at the Lodge.
"You fell asleep," Catherine supplied.
I shook my head as if to clear it, but I knew I had not been asleep. I thought back to the connection I just experienced.
I decided it was my surprise at making the connection that had caused me to lose it, when I lost my focus on the ring. After all that I had been through since I woke up in this body, it looked like the moment was finally here. This HAD to be the alien that we had been warned was coming.
Each of my previous brief contacts had come when I was focused on relaxing, becoming one with the energies of the earth. This time, it had been when I had focused on the ring, that I had established a connection to the aliens.
So, focusing on the ring once more, the connection returned. I wasn't sure why it worked, but I sensed there was much more to this ring than anyone had suspected.
The aliens seemed surprised by the re-connection as well.
"It's him!" I heard her say. "He's back!" I sensed their confusion on the re-establishment of the connection. "How is he doing this?"
Finally, since I had not answered the alien's question the first time, she asked me again, this time with slightly less hostility.
"The ring. It belonged to my ... er, Don'rahall," she had told me. "How did you gain possession of it? And how do you still live?"
"Who are you?" I had asked the image in my mind, my voice sounding even younger than my sixteen years.
There was a hurried conference with someone nearby, but I continued to see her image in my mind. I could only see her head and shoulders, but it was enough to let me know that she was similar to us in appearance. She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties in earth years; though I knew she had to be much, much older. She reminded me of a girl I had known in high school, with straight coal black hair and piercing blue eyes.
I was surprised that the ring's connection with her allowed me to scan her. She had no shielding, but scanning her was useless because her thoughts were in a language I could not fathom. However, I could still sense her emotions. Mostly anger and confusion.
She wasn't the only one that was confused. For the last five weeks, Narvenia and her sister had been preparing us to face a dangerous 'angry woman' who was said to be traveling a long way to find her long lost lover who reportedly had visited our world several centuries ago.
"Where is he?" the angry alien spat her questions at me in a tone that told me she was used to getting answers when she asked a question. "What have you done with Don'rahall?"
From the way she spoke, it was obvious she had expected this Don'rahall to be here, still alive. The name meant nothing to me, but the ring on my finger became warmer at the mention of his name. I felt the power flowing through me as she remembered him.
This Don'rahall must be her true love. The one she's coming to rescue," I thought. "Or to avenge... "
"Who are you?" I asked again.
"How dare you ask...
The rest of her reply was cut off by whoever was with her, reminding her that I was a child. When she resumed, it was a more controlled voice that spoke. Even though she seemed to be speaking through clenched teeth.
"I am called Tabita," she said with a condescending tone, "by those who have earned the privilege to even say my name! You will tell me how you now possess his ring. And what happened to Don'rahall?"
"The one who wore this ring sacrificed his life so that many would live," I told her.
"Sacrificed? You mean he lives no more?" the unseen voice beside her cried.
When I did not reply, the unseen voice became enraged. For a moment, I thought I detected something like deep, profound grief. A chill went through me as I heard the unseen voice say, "Destroy them! Destroy them all and be done with it!"
I was confused. I was expecting Tabita to be the one that was upset. "Maybe it's the woman I can't see who's really the one we were warned about?" I questioned in my mind.
"Not yet. I'll not destroy them until I know," Tabita told the other woman. "No other male in the universe should be able to touch that ring and remain alive. I made sure of it, before Father gave it to Don'rahall."
"Could it be because ... he is a child?" the other woman asked, referring to me.
"I do not know," Tabita replied. "But child or not, I must..." Tabita replied.
My connection faltered, and I did not hear the rest. I was thinking of all I had just heard, when suddenly, the connection returned briefly.
"But you know Don'rahall no longer lives," the other woman said emphatically. "I have told you all along that this was a fruitless journey. Why did I ever allow you to come? You could have claimed that worthless ring without all this. Without involving the Bulariens..."
The connection faded as something interrupted my focus on the ring.
"Michael," Catherine repeated. "You really need to go get ready. We're almost there. Kalani and Ileana are waiting in your stateroom to help you dress."
"Tabita..." I thought to myself. So, my enemy had a name...
I was still puzzling over my encounter with Tabita when Kalani greeted me in my stateroom with a kiss on the cheek. She then proceeded to remove my t-shirt and shorts. Ileana was standing there with a pair of pants and a shirt, neither of which I had seen before. The shirt was white silk, with tiny ruffles down the front edges. It had no buttons, but tied at the waist, leaving part of my chest exposed.
As Kalani straightened the shirt's collar, her fingers brushed the leather thong I wore around my neck. She paused, then her fingers slowly traced it until they reached the pendant that hung there. Her eyes were closed as she fingered it lovingly.
My mind wandered back to the morning she had given it to me. Kalani had taken...
... both of my hands in hers and looked deeply into my eyes as she made her plea.
"Michael, as the queen, I thank you for what you are doing for our small nation. But as their mother, I pray that you will be gentle with them, and take care of them. And when it is time, bring them safely back to me."
I tried to smile reassuringly as I nodded.
Then she lifted a necklace from around her neck, and stretching up on her tiptoes, she slowly lowered it over my head.
It was a simple leather thong with a pendant. The pendant was an intricate work incorporating a sharks' tooth and two black gems.
"My father was a simple fisherman, and very wise. He made this for me when I was a little girl," Kalani told me with a faraway look in her eyes as she remembered another time. "He said the sharks tooth was to remind me to be ever vigilant, and the two black pearls, to remind me to 'shae mineo trala heene avaydo' ... to hold tightly, and love deeply."
Picking up the pendant in my fingers, I examined it closer. It was exquisite! So much of the fine detail work not visible with just a glance. I ran my finger lightly over the sharks tooth and felt the small marks, then looked up at Kalani, the question in my expression.
"I should have known you would notice!" she said with a trace of pride. "It's what made me sure you were the one."
"What does it say?" I asked softly.
"It is what my father told me to be ever vigilant for," she said softly as the memories of that time long ago took on a new reality. It was a rare and private thrill that ran through her as she finally understood. She was about to witness the fulfillment of a prophecy.
" ... it our sign for ... the Pele Solakanali," she finally said.
I could feel her concern for her daughters and her fervent hope that she really had made the right choice.
"It will be as it was foretold, Kalani," I told her. "When you return to Tapato, prepare to be a grandmother. Twice."
She was too surprised at my words to recognize that they surprised me as well. Kalani just hugged me quickly then walked away.
Kalani sighed as she let go of the pendant to resume dressing me. While Kalani tied my shirt, Ileana knelt to help me slip on the pants. They reminded me of 18th century sailor's pants, gathering just below my knees with small silver buckles, and were held up by suspenders made of small, tightly woven cords which Ileana adjusted somehow to fit me better.
Kalani pulled and tugged at the outfit a little, until she was satisfied.
"There," she said. "I wasn't sure they would fit."
"Grandpapa would be proud, knowing that the Pele Solakanali was wearing his uniform," Ileana said to her mother.
"Let's get the rest of his things," Kalani told Ileana.
Ileana turned to the chest that lay open on my berth and removed the bicep bracelet with the single black pearl. This too, I remembered from the ceremony several weeks ago. Ileana handed it to her mother who slipped it on my left arm, sliding it above my elbow and twisting it until the pearl was facing out.
Next, came the golden gauntlets, which she handed to her mother. While Kalani helped me put them on, Ileana removed the gold crown from the case, wiping it gently with a soft cloth before handing it reverently to her mother.
"You'll need to sit down," Kalani told me indicating the lone chair with a nod.
Once I was seated, she swiftly placed the golden band around my head, securing it with practiced ease.
"Let us look at you, Michael," Kalani said pulling me back to my feet.
When Ileana turned around, she was holding an ancient sword, sheathed in its scabbard, across her open palms.
Kalani took it from her, wrapping the woven belt around my waist and fastening the silver buckle. Then she adjusted it around my waist until it hung properly on my left side.
Finally, Ileana took the royal purple sash and draped it over my right shoulder, adjusting it until it also hung properly. Then standing up on her tiptoes, she kissed me.
"My Prince," Ileana said softly, then turned and ran from the room.
"She has to go finish getting ready," Kalani supplied. "And so must I."
"Thank you, Kalani," I said.
"You look very handsome, Prince Michael," Kalani said as she also rose on her tiptoes, being careful not to touch my body, As she kissed me on the lips. Then she, too, left the room.
I stood there looking at myself in the mirror on the back of the closed door. I looked like I had just stepped off the stage of a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta.
"All I need is the eye patch," I chuckled to myself.
Moments later, the train shuddered to a stop. Then with a lurch, began moving backwards slowly. I looked out the stateroom window, but all I saw were the vast Southern Colorado plains, stretching to mountains in the distance.
I recalled once more my connection with the aliens and the strange conversation. I almost focused on the ring again to see if I could re-establish the connection, when the train gave a familiar lurch, coming to a stop.
"Showtime!" I thought to myself as I headed for the door.
Catherine was wearing her business suit. A dark blue skirt and matching jacket with a pale blue blouse and pumps that made her look like she was getting ready to enter a board of directors meeting. I was surprised when I saw Anna, Izzy, Nicky, Amy, Vickie, Adriana, Jessica, and Hanna all similarly attired. The other girls were also dressed up in what I could only call their 'Sunday best'.
I raised my eyebrows to Catherine with my unspoken question.
"We're here on business, Michael. We want to show the Omugi that the Waharahi is serious about helping them. And we want them to take you and your assistance seriously," Catherine explained.
"Well, you all look wonderful," I told them just as Jenny and Julie boarded the train in their shorts and tops.
"It's about time you got here," Julie said as the twins ran through the Observation Car on their way to their room.
"They were worried about getting dressed in time," Sarah explained as she and Debbie boarded as well. "Everyone in the village is getting dressed up."
"Yeah!" added Mandy without slowing, "it's going to be great!"
Candy was the only one who stopped, looking me over with an appraising eye.
"You really do look like a Prince tonight," she said, hugging me tightly. I hugged her back as I told her I loved her, too.
"I can't believe I'm in love with a REAL prince!" Candy said breathlessly before scampering towards her room.
A few moments later, Ileana entered the car and the idle chatter quickly died away.
She was absolutely stunning in a simple white silk sarong that clung tightly to her lithe body, falling unevenly below her knees and leaving one shoulder bare. She wore what looked like a dozen or so bangles on one wrist, and a wide flat golden band on the other. A long gold chain circled her slim waist three times and was fastened by a huge pearl in front.
She had on a three-stranded necklace of native Tapatoan pearls, with a large black pearl as the centerpiece. Her hair was piled loosely on top of her head, adorned with her crown. There was no doubt that she was a royal princess.
She strode across the car to stand by my side.
"Good evening, Your Highness. You look truly beautiful," I told her. "I believe this is the first time I have ever seen you wearing your crown."
"Thank you, My Prince," she replied modestly. The others were all lavish in their praise of her appearance as well, as they talked excitedly.
Once more, a few moments later, conversation ground to a halt. This time it was Kalani who entered the car. Like her daughter, she wore a simple sheath dress and was regally adorned, with even more jewelry than Ileana. Kalani's hair was also coiffed, exposing her long slender neck and highlighting her elaborate necklace and matching earrings. Her necklace featured five large black pearls surrounding a very large pink pearl and her crown was even larger and more ornate than Ileana's. She had told me that this was her smaller travel crown. I couldn't imagine how she could move with anything any larger on her head.
She paused, adopting a well-practiced stance as everyone stared.
"I hope it's not too much," she asked me modestly.
"No way!" Nicky exclaimed. "You look so ... so ... royal!"
Kalani smiled at Nicky's awe. Nicky wasn't the only one, as they all seemed rooted to where they stood.
"Your Majesty," I said, bowing at the waist. Each of the women reacted with a curtsey as well. Even Catherine.
"Please. We're family," she said. But I could tell she was pleased to have her royalty so warmly received.
The sound of laughing accompanied the banging of doors as the four twin cousins returned, all dressed up, this time.
"Good! They haven't left..." Julie started to say. Then a "Holy Ka-no-lie!" escaped her mouth as she came to an abrupt stop, staring at the queen. The three girls behind her weren't ready for it and tumbled into each other like a Keystone Cops routine.
"Jules! What did you... ?" Jenny started to ask. Then she too noticed Kalani and Ileana. "Oh!" The four of them stood stock still as they stared at Kalani and Ileana.
"The proper greeting is usually 'Your Highness' or 'Your Majesty'," Sarah told Julie as she and Debbie entered behind their daughters. "Not 'Holy Kanolie'."
"It doesn't matter," Julie told her. "I'm not going. There's no way I can compete with Ileana when she's dressed like that!"
"Julia Marie!" Sarah said sharply. "Where are your manners?"
"But Mom-m-m!" Julie whined. "She's gorgeous!"
Kalani smiled and Ileana bowed her head slightly, blushing at Julie's honesty. Being a guy, we never worry about how our buddies are dressed. But I was quickly learning that the competition is stiff among girls, even though they all had a special connection to the same guy.
I could sense the impending disaster, but I had no idea how to avert it.
"Girls!" Catherine said quickly. "Remember, we all need to be on our best behavior tonight. This celebration is in honor of Michael ... as the Waharahi, and the fulfillment of a very old prophecy. Our job is to support him, and to look for ways we can assist these people. If you notice something you think we could do for them, make a note of it and we'll discuss it after the celebration."
Penny stepped in from the vestibule where she and Kip had been standing. Even she wore a dress tonight.
"I think they're ready for you," she told us. "Michael, Dawn said that you should be the last to exit the train. Rose and Eve will be here soon to escort you. I'd like to suggest that Catherine go first. When you step off the train, there will be someone from the tribe there to escort you. When you reach the reception area inside the Tribal Hall, you'll form a receiving line. Wait there until Michael is escorted in and then you'll receive further instructions. The tribal meeting will be first, followed by dinner and the ceremony honoring Michael. They have a lot of special things prepared and it sounds wonderful. Just remember, do not leave the group. If you have to excuse yourself, please find Tommy, Kip, Karla, or me to escort you. Other than that, just stay alert and ... enjoy yourselves."
Everyone became busy with last second preparations, as Catherine was led out onto the vestibule. Suddenly we heard a loud cheer go up. I looked out the window and saw what had to be the entire tribe gathered next to the platform. It took a few minutes as each of the thirty-three women was personally escorted off the train towards the Tribal Hall, through a gauntlet of cheering Omugi.
Finally, Rose and Eve entered the car as Kalani stepped out onto the vestibule, the last of the women to be escorted off the train. I could hear the murmurs of awe as she appeared. These turned to applause and cheers as she was led towards the Tribal Hall.
The twin Indian princesses were dressed in soft doeskin tops with fringe running down the arms, and matching skirts that, as a tribute to their age and the times, did not begin to reach their knees. I noticed the backs of their tops and the sides of their skirts were open, held together by an intricate pattern of leather laces, exposing lots of bare skin. The thought crossed my mind that no underwear was visible in the exposed areas.
Rose and Eve giggled as they looked at each other. Then, on some unspoken cue that many twins seem to possess, they quickly flipped up the front of their skirts, flashing me. Then laughing happily, they took my arms and led me out onto the platform.
A hush fell across the assembled host, and then a mighty roar went up.
"Whatever you do, don't stop, Michael," Penny was thinking. "Just keep moving."
I took her warning to heart, but it was difficult with a twin on each arm. When we finally made it to the Tribal Hall, I realized quickly that all the people outside would never fit inside the small hall.
"Adriana?" I thought. "Make a note to make a larger meeting hall, like an auditorium, one of the first things on the list. Talk to Jessica and see if she can design something that could be used for several things, like basketball and volleyball, too."
"That's a good idea, Michael," Adriana thought as she smiled at me.
"Penny, would you ask Dawn if we could move this somewhere outside?" I thought. "There's no way everyone will fit in here and still be safe. Let alone, comfortable."
Penny moved immediately to stand next to Dawn as she whispered in her ear. In the meantime, I simply turned around to face the Omugi outside, Rose and Eve still on my arms. A murmur ran through the crowd as they sensed something was about to happen. Instead of trying to talk above the crowd, I simply connected everyone as I began to think to them.
I had never tried to connect hundreds of people at once. And if I had stopped to think about it, I probably wouldn't even have attempted it. But at the time, it just seemed like the logical thing to do.
"Good evening," I started. "On behalf of my family, I'd like to thank each of you for your warm welcome. If you will bear with us for a moment, I believe we are going to be making a slight change of venue so that everyone can be a part of the meeting. Thank you for your patience."
The Omugi, like everyone else when they first experience strange voices inside their head, were astounded when they heard my words. There was the usual head shaking and puzzled looks as Dawn came rushing to the door where we stood.
"What did you do that for?" she cried. "You could have caused a riot! These people have never..."
"Rising Star!" I thought emphatically, being careful that only she could hear me.
"They are simple people. They won't understand what..." Dawn continued until I tweaked her motor cortex ever so slightly. I had learned that the first two things affected are the muscles controlling the thumbs and the muscles controlling speech. And this was not Dawn's first experience with my ability to do this. I just wondered if she remembered.
She did. Apparently, very vividly.
"Please, NO!" she thought to me in a panic. "Not that! Not now! Not in front of everyone!"
"Will you calm down and listen?" I asked.
Rising Star lowered her eyes, dropping to her knees on the ground in front of me, placing her palms flat on the beaten earth path leading to the front door of the Tribal Hall. Then placing her forehead on the back of her hands, she said, in a very loud voice for all to hear, "I am yours to command, Waharahi."
There was a rustling sound as the whole tribe began dropping to the ground, following their leader. Even the twins, Rose and Eve followed their mother's example. I surveyed the crowd, and then turned to look at the girls. They were as amazed at the spectacle as I was. I just grinned and shrugged my shoulders, before turning back to the still kneeling tribe.
"Arise, Rising Star!" I thought to the assembly, as I offered her my hand.
"Arise, Star Catcher," I continued, addressing Rose and Eve's grandmother. "And may you be blessed with long life and much happiness."
Next, I addressed the twin sisters at my side, bidding them to rise as I quickly scanned Dawn and Mary trying to see who should be honored next. Over the next five minutes, I picked their brains, calling on the other tribal leaders, and then the leaders of each family. And finally, the leaders to come, being the young ones. When everyone was standing, I turned to face Dawn, and bowed at the waist.
"On behalf of my family, I thank you for such a warm and gracious reception," I thought once more so everyone could hear. I was, in effect, giving control of the evening back to her, while honoring her in the process. I only hoped she had figured it out.
Shouts of "Omugi!" And "Waharahi!" came from the assembled tribe. Unsheathing my sword, I held it high as I joined their cry.
"Omugi!" I shouted.
When the crowd had quieted down, Dawn turned to face her people.
"On behalf of the Omugi, we welcome the Waharahi to our village. We are honored that the gods have seen fit to fulfill their promise to send you, and we are also honored to see the prophecy finally fulfilled," she cried out loudly so all could hear.
Suddenly, a noise that sounded like a hundred freight trains permeated the air, causing the ground to tremble, as a powerful wind swept across the crowd. The people cowered in fear at this new invasion of wind and noise, with most shrinking to the ground, gathering their small ones to them. Others searched the skies for approaching storms.
From my position in the doorway of the Tribal Hall, I was looking slightly downhill, back towards the railroad siding, with Miss Bessie and the Rowena still sitting there. However, the elevated position allowed me to look out over the roof of the train and see the vast plains beyond. About a hundred yards beyond the train, I noticed the grasses start to bend. This was the same direction the sound and winds seemed to be emanating from.
I watched as patterns began to emerge in the grass as it was compressed into the soil, as if by some giant, invisible hand. The evening air seemed to shimmer above the compressed earth, like the air above an asphalt highway on a hot summer day.
The winds died and the sounds faded away to an uncomfortable stillness as we watched the shimmering image of a spacecraft appear. I noticed the ring on my hand had become warm. Almost as if vibrating with anticipation.
Maybe it was all the movies and television shows about UFOs that prepared me, but somehow, I was not surprised. After all, I had been the alien on Narvenia's world just a few days ago. So I was calm as I watched the bipedal forms exit the craft.
"Stay close together and don't move too far away," I told the girls as I surrounded them all with my shield.
In what was the most impressive moment of the evening, I noticed that the Omugi, afraid for their lives and their families, began to move as one to block the way the aliens must pass to reach me. They were protecting me! Even Rose and Eve moved slightly in front of me.
It was at that moment that I fell in love with the Omugi. I was so moved by their devotion and willingness to protect me, I decided I would move heaven and earth to protect them and help them.
"Thank you my friends," I thought. "Would you please step aside and allow me to pass?"
As the throng began to part, I started towards the invaders, my sword still dangling from my hand. My idea was to meet them on the other side of the Rowena. I figured there would be less collateral damage that way.
When I reached the tracks, I looked back to the Tribal Hall, to see my family one last time, when I realized they were right behind me.
I stopped, turning to face them.
"Listen to me. I love each of you. There is nothing you can do out there, that you cannot do from here. So please, stay here, stay close together, and give me room to work," I told them. Then to Penny, Kip, Karla, and Tommy, I thought, "If something happens to me, you get them on that train and out of here. Understand?"
I turned, not waiting for their reply, and crossed the train tracks, alone.
As I approached the spacecraft, I was pretty sure that she had finally arrived. I counted thirteen aliens now on the ground, fanned out in front of the spacecraft, watching me approach.
I came to a complete stop as I felt the ring quivering on my finger.
"What am I doing?" I asked myself. Then swallowing hard, I started towards them. I knew that I had to find a peaceful way to settle this and stop them from destroying our world.
Scanning them to see if the one called Tabita was among them, I was once more surprised to find they used no mind shields. But since I could not understand their language, scanning them did me little good. I focused instead, on searching for the emotional signatures I had felt earlier with the ring's connection.
When I could not detect her among the warriors on the ground, I tried scanning the spacecraft. There were only two emotional signatures left onboard. They were the two I had felt earlier. This 'Tabita' along with the other unseen female.
Stopping, some fifty yards from the spacecraft, I was surprised to see that some of the aliens wore swords, similar to the one I still held in my hand.
"How can they destroy Earth with these primitive weapons?" I thought to myself as I began to study them more closely.
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