Second Time Through Book IIIChapter 5
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Tuesday, August 3, 1971
The tall figure in a glowing white robe towered over everyone, the radiance from his robe making it difficult to even look upon him. Finally, the apparition seemed to become slightly smaller and take on a more solid appearance with the glow subsiding slightly.
I stepped back so I wouldn’t have to crane my neck to look up at him so severely.
“WHAT in the name of Hades’ Ghost is going on?” he bellowed as he turned full circle taking in the entire cavern with a quick glance. Finally, his eyes fell on me.
“You! And you have the other ring, I see,” he growled. “What have you done to my daughters?”
I felt the pressure of his gaze and was preparing my words to answer him carefully when Clio spoke.
“Michael has done nothing to us!” she told her father fiercely. “We called you because Michael has uncovered a problem that is over four thousand earth-years in the making.”
“And it’s all Celeste’s fault!” Tally added cattily.
“That’s enough, Tally!” Cali chided her younger sister. “Let Father handle it.”
Zeus looked stonily over at his daughters and they quickly fell silent. Then, turning to survey the room, he silently looked at each member of my family before finally, with a sigh, he waved his hand.
A large chair, more like a throne, suddenly appeared. Seating himself, he shifted his considerable bulk to a more comfortable position. Then, with a nod to me, he said, almost kindly, “Tell me your story, Lad.”
I began by telling him about hearing the voice calling me while on the train, and then recounted, with the girls’ help, all the times we had heard the voice. I didn’t bother to explain how we got to the cavern, but when I reached that part of the story, I was surprised at how Sandy, Abby, and Hanna all jumped in to provide much more detail than I would have thought necessary.
However, Zeus didn’t seem to mind as he sat stonily, turning occasionally to glare at Celeste, who had suddenly found herself standing apart from her sisters.
“ ... and Lydia had just finished telling us her story when you, er, appeared,” Sandy finished.
Zeus stood and turned to look at Celeste.
“You ... I will deal with later!” he said with a withering stare. Then turning back to me he asked, “Where is this ‘codex’?”
I simply stepped aside that he might see the codex sitting on the chest behind me.
“Give it to me!” he commanded.
Maybe it’s the obstinate streak in me but I just didn’t like the way he said it.
“Why?” I asked as I stepped back between him and the codex. “What are you going to do to her? Are you going to make her whole again, or whatever?”
“You dare to question me?” he said, the ire rising in his voice.
“I just want to know what you plan to do with her,” I replied defiantly.
“Just because you have gathered a few trinkets doesn’t mean you can challenge me,” he said, rising back to an imposing height. “I took those once, and scattered them to the four corners, and I can do so again!”
“Daddy!” pled Clio.
“You can try!” I muttered as I grabbed the hilt of my sword and erected my shield to include the codex behind me. My family all withdrew several steps and I noticed Kip moving slowly to cover my rear.
“Daddy!” Clio and Polly both cried. “Don’t!”
Zeus ignored them, his narrowed eyes never leaving mine. Suddenly, a blue light flashed from his fingertips straight at me. But the beam seemed to bounce off my shield with relative ease. This caused him to pause and he seemed to consider something. I could almost imagine him rubbing his chin in contemplation.
“Maybe your trinkets are more than I thought them to be,” he mused with a slight mirth in his voice. “Or maybe it is the strength of the bearer. I’ll have to consider that. Now, let’s avoid any real damage here. Just give me the codex and I’ll find a way to take care of this ... er, maiden.”
“Sorry. Not good enough,” I replied. “We want to know what you’re going to do to her. And we don’t want her hurt.”
“You try my patience, boy!” Zeus growled. Then, without warning, he hurled what appeared to be a lightning bolt at me. The flash of the bolt bathed the small cavern in a light so bright, it blinded everyone for a moment. But when we could see again, I sighed in relief when I saw that my shield, while buffeted, had held up to the onslaught.
But I also knew that the effort was draining me. I had no more realized it, when I felt Ileana’s love for me. Then it was Abby’s, and then Hanna’s, and Sandy’s. And then, one by one, each of the others added their love and I felt my strength not only return, but begin to grow stronger.
“You realize I can destroy this whole world, don’t you Boy?” he asked.
“You can try,” was my reply as I desperately tried to think of a way to protect the codex and my family, and at the same time come up with a way to neutralize a god, since it seemed my diplomacy wasn’t working too well.
“Daddy, Please!” Polly cried. “Don’t do it!”
Zeus looked over at his daughter who wilted under his glare, then back at me.
“I have no argument with you,” I told him. “We just want to be assured that Lydia will be helped, and not harmed.”
“Why would you care?” he asked suddenly. “What is it to you what happens to her?”
“I would do the same if it was Desirée. Or Tally, or Polly, or Celeste. If one of your daughters needed help, I would help them. Or defend them!” I replied.
Zeus paused to consider for a moment, then looked to his daughters again, this time with maybe slightly more compassion. Then turning once more to me, he said, “That is very noble, but this codex is part of my daughter. It is a mistake and must be rectified and I am the only one that can do so. Now give me the codex and don’t trifle with me anymore. I have too much to do to waste my time on a puny little god from an obscure world with little redeeming value.”
I didn’t bother to answer as I pulled myself up as straight as I could and focused my whole being on the love I was feeling from my family, channeling the power of their love to my shield.
“So be it!” he bellowed. Then turning to his daughters he told them, “Leave! Now! This will not be pretty!”
I could see the fear in their eyes, but they remained where they stood, clinging to each other. Zeus also saw that they were not obeying him. As he turned back to me, I could almost see his mind churning, searching for a way to destroy me, get the codex, and not harm his daughters. I couldn’t imagine any father doing something that would harm his own daughters, so I ruled out total annihilation of the cavern, the island, or indeed, our whole world. But I had no doubt that whatever he did next, would be the most wicked, powerfully devastating thing he could.
“I love you, my prince!” I heard Ileana’s intense thoughts. “We ALL love you!” I could feel the power of their love flowing through me, strengthening my shield. I could only hope that it would be enough.
“Zeus!” a powerful voice cried as a new presence descended upon the cavern. “Desist! Now!”
I didn’t know the voice, but I sure remembered that tone. It was the same tone my mother used, usually when I had really fucked up.
“Grandmother?” Melody cried in astonishment.
The Grand Dame, for that is the only way to describe her, seemed to float from the roof of the cavern to alight on the floor between Zeus and me. Once she alit, I could see that she stood barely five feet tall, but she held all the majesty of the universe as she stood regally, staring down her son.
“Why must you make everything a challenge?” she scolded.
“Why must you meddle in the affairs of this puny world?” he replied. “I was handling it.”
“Really? I hardly call using your power to destroy Celeste’s mistake ‘handling’ it,” she replied. “Now. Be gone. While I try to straighten things out without making them worse!”
“Hurrumph!” he grunted as both he and his throne disappeared.
Dressed in a robe of shimmering purple hues that covered her from neck to toes, her hair was woven with sparkling purple gems and piled high upon the top of her head. Her long slender neck was adorned with a necklace of clear gems, much too large to be diamonds, but sparkling as if they were. On her hands, almost every finger was bejeweled with large rings sporting massive sparkling gem. From her posture to her eyes, this lady radiated splendor, elegance, and power.
I don’t care how strong you think you are, this was definitely someone not to be trifled with.
Once Zeus had fled, the Grand Dame surveyed the room slowly before her gaze finally stopped on her nine granddaughters. “Come here, sweetheart,” she said kindly, motioning for a tearful Celeste to join her. When she did, the Grand Dame hugged her tenderly, before turning to Cali.
“Dear?” she asked softly, “Would you be so kind as to introduce me to your friends? Then maybe we can get to the bottom of this.”
“I’m sorry Grandmother, but I don’t know everyone. However, this is Michael and he has found three parts of your Te’trad,” Cali explained. “He is also the one who brought Polly such ecstasy on her maiden, er, voyage, shall we say. And he has been very good to me as well.” Cali blushed slightly at what she had just told her grandmother, then slowly, she turned to me.
“Michael, this is our grandmother, Thesan. Goddess of the Dawn and Mother of All Creation. The sword and rings you bear once belonged to her sons,” Cali explained reverently. It was obvious she held this Grand Dame, her grandmother, in deep veneration.
“Let’s leave that for another time,” Thesan said gently. “Why don’t you introduce me to your family, Michael?
I walked over to Ileana and, offering her my arm, I escorted her to stand in front of the Grand Dame. The rest of my family closed up behind us.
“Thesan, may I present Her Royal Highness, Princess Ileana, of the Island Nation of Tapato. That is the name of the country where we are at this time. She is your hostess while you are here. She is also my very cherished mate,” I explained by way of introduction. Ileana drew herself up to her regal best and bowed as deeply as I had ever seen her do.
“We are honored by your presence here, and we welcome you with open arms,” Ileana told her.
Proceeding next to my other mates, and then everyone else, I introduced them one by one. In every case, Thesan seemed to capture them in her smile, creating for that moment, a singular, exclusive bond between them. As for my family, they seemed to stand speechless, in awe and admoration as they were introduced. I thought that poor little Aida would die of fright when Thesan addressed her by asking if she was the “gift” her son had bestowed on me.
“Y-y-you know about that?” Aida stammered in response.
“Of course, my dear,” Thesan replied as she reached out to stroke Aida’s cheek softly with her fingertips. “It is a great honor, rarely bestowed, especially on your world. I dare say that you are only the third or fourth such gift in all your world’s recorded history. You should be proud, for you will, no doubt, play an important part in its future.”
“Really!” Aida squeaked.
“Really!” Thesan replied as she smiled benevolently at the teenager.
“Oh, thank you!” Aida cried as she impulsively reached out to hug the Goddess around the neck.
Thesan just smiled as she hugged the young girl back. “I too, know what it is like to face an uncertain future. However, you will be just fine,” she whispered to Aida.
Aida released her hold on the Goddess and stepped back. It then hit her that she may have just committed a big social faux pas. But taking Aida’s hand, Thesan pulled the young girl to stand at her side as I finished the rest of the introductions.
Then, turning to the granddaughter she still hugged to her side, she said, “Celeste, dear, why don’t you tell me about this codex.”
“Well, I didn’t know about the young girl until a few moments ago, but I will tell you what I remember of Ak’med and the codex,” Celeste replied. Then she began to relate how she had been chosen to help Ak’med, a young scribe in the court of King Sargon, develop a way to record the king’s victories and his inventories without using scrolls. She thought she had done her assigned task well, but it was another two thousand years before the process became popular, and then, it was because of the invention of the printing press.
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Friday, June 25, 1971 It was almost nine-thirty when we finally made it to Seven Oaks. Wilson let us out at the side portico, before heading to the garage to park the limousine. It looked like there was a meeting going on as everyone seemed to be gathered around the dining room table. There was. Apparently, they were all discussing today's shopping expedition. And from the looks of the packages lying on and around the table, it looked like it was going to be a long meeting. However, before...
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I was sitting on the deck, with my legs spread, holding the injured woman's head in my lap. Kip had also been resting, leaning back on his hands as he rested. So neither of us could reach our weapons quickly enough to defend ourselves. I debated for only a millisecond before searching out what Anna had thought was their motor cortex and tweaking it slightly. The female trooper immediately dropped her sword, collapsing to the deck beside me. "It must have been the adrenalin," I thought as...
We could hear the music from the Pavilion as we approached. It looked like they had a good turnout, as most of the ranch guests seemed to have shown up for the dance. There were quite a few older couples dancing, but the girls were all in a bunch at one end. However, Nicky and Grace were not with them. I scanned and located them still in Nicky's room back at the Lodge. I went to where the girls were seated and bowed. "May I have this dance?" I asked the group. "Who are you asking?"...
It was late and I was in a hurry. And I had no training on finding needles in haystacks. Maybe the general's people might be able to find it, but I wasn't going to in the time I had left and I had already wasted five minutes trying. "If I could just get my hands on Sam Dewey for thirty seconds, I could find out everything I want," I decided. And while all indications were that he was in the house, I still couldn't sense anything but feminine signatures. However, I could tell from the...
Friday, June 4, 1971 The small bulkhead light was still on when I opened my eyes. I found myself wondering what time it was, but I caught myself before raising my bare left wrist to look. "Damn, I still need to do something about getting me a watch!" I thought to myself. "I'll try to find you one when we get somewhere I can shop. What kind of watch would you like?" Vickie thought back. "You're awake?" I asked out loud. "Uh huh. I've just been laying here watching you sleep. Did...
Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry. Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next to him. She is wearing a blue floral dress and a pearl necklace, her gray hair is tied in a bun. Mortimer is...
Chapter Twenty-Five – The Second Task Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mffg, f-best, ncon, rape, x-gang, cream pie, grope, magic, oral, orgy, pedo, spank, unif It was the twenty-third of February and Harry Potter was in deep shit; his inability to find a solution to the Second Task’s predicament had caused him great concern. Both Hermione and Ron had been...
Chapter Nineteen – The Yule Ball Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, mmff, cream pie, exhib, hp, magic, mc, spank, voy The party following the completion of the First Task was a very successful and enjoyable one, especially for Harry, who was fortunate enough to fuck two of the hottest Gryffindor House girls after the party had ended. Lavender Brown and...
Chapter Fifteen – Hogwarts Champion Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, mf, exhib, hand, grope, spank, unif, voy The selection process for the Triwizard Cup had begun the night before, after the arrival of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. Any student over the age of eighteen and wanting to try their hand at being selected as Hogwarts Champion had only...
Chapter Fourteen – Test Subjects Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mg, mf, ncon, cream pie, hp, first, grope, magic, morph, preg, spank, unif The adult version of the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes had been deemed a complete success after Ron thanked Fred and George several times for the small bottle of Hot Sauce they had given him to test out. Ron had used it wisely,...
Chapter Thirteen – Hogwarts Pimp Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, mf, Mf, ncon, x-mast, cream pie, grope, magic, mc, preg, spank, unif, The Triwizard Cup feast had gone off without any problems; Ron had used a wondrous little potion to seduce the beautiful Fleur Delacour, and Harry had finally picked up the trail of his missing Spellbook of Desires. Even...
Chapter Eleven - The Owlery Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, cream pie, hp, grope, magic, preg, spank, unif The Spellbook of Desires was now in the safe confines of the Weasley twins’ room, locked in Fred’s trunk and sealed magically to prevent anyone from taking it from them. The only problem was Malfoy had copied down several useful spells before the twins...
May 4, 2000, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania “How were things in Durham and Boston?” John asked when Stephanie and I walked into the Pittsburgh office late on Thursday morning. “Good,” I replied. “I’m still concerned about the ‘Lone Wolves’ in Boston, New York, Philadelphia, and Baltimore, but they all seem reasonably happy.” “We’re doing our best to make sure they feel like part of the team. Everything is set for dinner at 5:00pm. You and I will duck out at 7:00pm, which gives us just enough...
Tuesday, June 8, 1971 "Michael?" Penny called from the open door. "Yeah..." I mumbled. "Time to get up," she said. "What time is it?" I asked without opening my eyes. "It's time to get going. They just said to wake you and tell you to get dressed," Penny said. It took me a moment to remember why I was this tired. I had fallen asleep in my clothes, last night, only to be awakened by a pair of sex-starved Polynesian Princesses. "Aw-w-w ... I'm sorry. Did we wake the sleeping...
The annual Peoples’ Science Fiction Convention was upon the people of New City, Pennsylvania, and by the thousands the citizens made their way to the historic Pavilion Palace – many dressed in various garbs of their favorite fantasy Sci-Fi creatures. Also, many college students who enjoyed the genre journeyed from nearby schools – Amerdale Univ., Overland College, and even as far east as Haverlawn and Arcadia Universities – to see the latest collectibles and catch sneak peeks at upcoming genre...
Sunday, June 20, 1971 I was alone. That in itself was unusual considering how my life had changed in the five weeks since I awoke from killing myself. I was still lying in Ileana's berth, in the Guest Wing of the train. The first thing I noticed was the quiet. Too quiet. I scanned and found that the only other person on the train was Karla. I lifted my left wrist to look at the time. "Damn! I hate not having my watch!" I thought to myself. "Good morning, sleepy head!" Vickie giggled....
Friday, June 18, 1971 The guard at the security checkpoint called somebody to report that I was there, then listened as whoever it was, gave him his instructions. Then he bade me to come inside the small structure to wait. They were sending someone for me. He had a small coffee pot and offered me a cup, so I was happy to wait with him. I had barely started on it when the jeep pulled up. It was Sandy and Anna. They piled out and swarmed the small checkpoint, wrapping me in their hugs as they...