In Which They are Captured
Night Mares; the unholy breed of inhuman savages had returned to Theodoris. They had returned to pillage her villages, to pervert her children, and to inseminate her women. But what they had failed to comprehend was that one ancient hero of lore still remained in the village: loyal to the Ocean and it’s precepts; loyal to the Grand Master and the powers of His eternal consciousness. As long as Gosemis remained; a possessor of the true light, the dark hordes and all of its masters could not penetrate her walls. So they sank back into the Hellish depths and bode their time, soon they would gather again, this time to ensnare her forever more.
So reads the inscription on those ancient walls to this day:
Many a valiant Dream have passed the coil of victory,
Onto her pious sons’ to regard heavens true duty,
But Ne’re a generation begot, so full of civility,
Then that of Gosemis: The light bearer, Theodoris Nobility.
Yet, as in all things, the ugly siege of time bore no mercy even for the brave, and in war Gosemis fell. Now it was his kin; Silverious, who payed his final respects to this reverent Dream.
Stroking the tombstone he read its engraved letterings aloud, to emphasize his savage emotion.
“Here lies a Dream. Truth he bled for. Lacked none but stood on call. Died as he lived, so selflessly, for one, myself, and all.”
Gosemis had been more then a hero, he was a father. He had been more then a father, he was a friend. A tear welled in Silverious’s Mocha brown eyes, as 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.
“He was a good Dream my darling Silverious.” A melodic female voice calmed his bursting emotions. A soft finger gently divided his long hair into lockets. He was comforted not startled, and very pleased that she had found him.
“He was the best of us, better even.” Silverious was inspired by her kind sentiment. He knew she was honest, and the words she expressed directly were more then mere sympathies. They were meant. They were felt.
<Silverious, you know I cannot bear it when I do not hear your voice in my mind.> A half grin momentarily embraced Silverious’s sober countenance. For the two Dreams had always been able to communicate in a dialect far more potent then guttural sound; they were able to converse in the tongue of thought.
“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 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 liberty.
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 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 when it fancied them they fused their very minds together. They had the same fervent desire for the deliverance 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.
“You’re a funny one.” She often told him, in a high pitched bravado. He would laugh and take her in his arms, wrestling 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!
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