Ocean and Time
Shackle of the Keeper
In Which They are Captured
The Night Mares returned to Theodoris. They returned to pillage to covet to destroy.
They thought they were ravaging good, but in truth genuine good could not be ravaged. “Gosemis, I’m going to massacre you.” Gosemis unsheathed his sword prepared for battle. Gosemis drew his blade and pierced the enemy’s heart but the enemy didn’t have a heart. Gosemis stood in shock. Who was this creature? Who had this dream? This dream was very quickly becoming a nightmare. Was it the future? He prayed that no one should ever have to suffer this again. And in his lifetime they never did.
Yet war had claimed the life of this great dream. Gosemis a man of integrity had been ruthlessly slaughtered by the hordes of the Night Mares. Trembling with reverence Silverious stroked the engraved letterings of his father’s tombstone. He paused for a moment and read it for what could have been the millionth time.
“Here lies a dream who stood for truth, when truth the world lacked. Truth can change the world, even when the world lacks. Here lies a dream that changed the world.”
There was nothing false about this inscription. Gosemis had been more than a hero he was a father. He was more than a father he was a friend. A tear welled up in Silverious’s mocha brown eyes. The light of the morning zebron shone upon his ruddy face. His unshaven black stubble slowed the tear, until it vanished beneath the forest of his wavy hair.
“Gosemis was a good dream. I’d say he was the best of us, but no one knew him like you did.” Silverious turned around, there before him was the gorgeous Versillies.
“He was the best of us, better even.” Her presence comforted him. She inspired him; she rarely ever left his thoughts.
“I wanted to, I wanted to comfort you, and I figured you would be here.”
“That is really thoughtful of you.” There was a pause in conversation each was reflecting on their postulations. Versillies broke the silence.
“Theodoris is a marvel this time of year. He couldn’t have asked for a better resting place.”
“Aye my friend it is.”
Without doubt it was. Her passionate red oaks swayed blissfully in the playful wind. There were three oaks in the graveyard towering over even the grandest of monuments that clearly belonged to a forgotten era. A purple poppy had spawned its kin amongst the gravestones, adding a new dimension of color for the beholder. The air was clean and crisp; breathing was like kissing a girl you loved.
“He didn’t’t die in vain.” Versillies was reading his deepest emotions. She peered into his eyes, his coffee shaded eyes and therein she found a restless agony.
Silverious reflected on Versillies kind words. She was quite the woman, different then any other he had ever met before. She had a vivacious quality about her, a strong liveliness that propelled him forward even in these dark days of despair and grief.
“He fought for our freedom. He fought for the freedom of all Flomoshia. He fought to rid our lands of the Night Mares. When will their oppression end?”
Versillies wished she could answer him, but all the answers were swallowed up by the grim reality of their people’s bondage to the Night Mares. Theodoris was almost free, but at what cost? So many had died, so many had been martyred for the cause of freedom.
It seemed the nations only hope rested in the hands of the Scrupalodian Empire. The Scrupalodian Empire was the resistance led by the gallant Cocomal against the dreaded queen Quasepella.
“I’m going to join Cocomal and like my father before me I shall fight for our nation. We shall regain the lands that are rightfully ours.”Silverious was resolved, a fiery red flesh of light bolted across his eyes.
Versillies saw it and for a moment, just a moment, she was afraid. Versillies had deep feelings for Silverious, but she didn’t’t know how to express them. She felt as though he could never share such passion with her. After all they had been friends since child hood; they grew up together. They had fended off mares together: they had shared intimate thoughts, for they had the power to fuse their very minds together when it fancied them. They had the same fervent desire for the liberation of their race, although Silverious would surely mock her if she told him that she too wanted to join the Scrupalodian forces. The army he would quip is the responsibility of a male not a female.
“That’s too punny.” She often told him. He would laugh and take her in his arms, wanting to remain in that moment forever.
Versillies was afraid that Silverious was seeking vengeance at any cost. Then the gentleness returned to his eyes the gentleness she had known her entire life.
Silverious and Versillies exchanged glances. She was stunning but he had immense respect for her and her friendship. Inside he wanted nothing more than to let his savage side take over and kiss her vehemently like a wild beast. Her vibrant hair flashed radiant red in the light of the morning zebron. It was shoulder length. It was perfect thought Silverious. Her shape was slender and firm, her breasts were medium sized yet developed. Her eyes were shimmering green; her skin was smooth like the finest of silks.
On her forehead was a mark. It was a peculiar symbol that all the females of her family line possessed, but it didn’t bother her in the slightest. It consisted of two hand-written O’s with an infinity sign in the middle. It was most mysterious. Silverious thought it made her look distinct.
Occasionally her countenance radiated. Sometimes when the two were alone together basking in friendship and gentle caress she literally illuminated. It was an intriguing ability that really made a difference in the dark. It was a gift.
Silverious took her hand, “I miss father so much, but it really gladdens me that you are here.”
Versillies blushed, she longed for more touch. A flood of warmth enveloped her, and she wanted him. She wanted him to express it. She softly tickled his skin. A mare entered the graveyard!
