“Does your sister also sing?”
“Oh yes! She is much better than me! I’m only like a little piece of her, but I sing nicely also.”
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“You do. Sing it for me if it is happy.”
“I think it is happy because it is about being loved.” She began to sing and it was a song of Wendy’s we all know and love. Elpida turned away from her for a moment, her eyes puzzled, as if trying to re-capture an elusive thought. When she sat with face looking down, her hair covering it, we thought the song had got through to her. None of us dared try to look into her mind, if we did and she sensed it, we might panic her. Cherine was gently feeling for her emotions, but she did not speak to us, her face scrunched up as she concentrated.
“She is enjoying the song but it does not mean much to her. I think I sense a yearning deep in her though.”
“Feed it back to her Cherine. Gently though.”
She gave an impatient look at Robbie, as if irritated by his stating the obvious, but then she softened, her eyes tender. “We’ll get her back Robert. Stop worrying. We can take our time; you can feel she is not suffering.”
He grinned back at her, posing. “Yes, but I am; she doesn’t love me!” We all laughed at him, as he had intended. “Sol, I think you go tell her a story about magic; little creatures of pure light that sparkle like emeralds in the sky.” Sol got up and going over to him gave him a soft kiss.
“Thank you Robert.” She looked over at Meli and was soon flying there.
She waited among the trees until the song had finished.
“I can’t sing, but I love telling stories. Would you like to hear one?”
Elpida accepted her appearance as if it was natural to this world of peace and sunshine. Shyly she nodded.
“Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away a race lived among the stars. They were not like us, they did not live on a planet. They soared freely in space and they lived filled with happiness. They did not know what it meant to be hungry, thirsty or tired. They loved playing and when they talked they discussed silly things. They did not know what pain was so they did not need to become philosophers.”
She was striking just the right note, her voice light and filled with amusement. Elpida smiled back at her, her face showing her engrossment in the tale.
“One day something happened and they suddenly found themselves in another place. They did not mind for there was plenty of food and anyway, they were all still together. It was actually quite exciting. They did not have a sun to hold them in one place anymore so they began a new adventure. They travelled and wondered at how great the universe is. From this strange place they could still see suns and planets, but they did not belong to them and were free to dance among them and then leave them for new suns. They saw such wonderful things! Suns that were tiny, sun that were huge; some were so bright, white diamonds; others were yellow or orange. They even saw one that almost looked green. They loved that one because it was nearly the same colour as them.
I did not tell you that this race do not have bodies like we do. They are made of light, just like tiny emerald stars and they are called Sparklers. The green sun was like a huge giant Sparkler and they watched it for a long time, hoping little pieces of the sun would come out to play with them. Suns are very rude creatures, did you know that? They belch! When they do that, long arms of flame shoot out of them. The Sparklers thought this was funny for a while, but slowly they lost interest in the giant Sparkler and travelled on to see more of the universe.
They began to see that they were not the only people. They saw that other races did not live free like them and they felt sad for those people. They decided to help them. I told you they were not philosophers and did not know anything about pain. Now though they were learning to see that others do feel pain because they have to live on planets.”
“Not on this world.”
“No, you’re right, this world has no pain, but then this is a magic world. On other worlds though there is pain and people can die.”
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“I’m never leaving here then.”
“You’ll never become a philosopher then. You will be like the Sparklers were.”
“I like that. Why do you say ‘were’?”
“Well, when they saw that other races suffered their hearts were saddened….”
“How can they have hearts if they are made of light?” Candy laughed and clapped her hands. Elpida grinned at her and we sensed she was bonding with our little blonde angel.
“But they do have hearts Elp…, there are two kinds of hearts. The one you have in your body and the real one, the one that matters. They cared for each other and for others of all species. That is the real heart, the one that makes you feel love.”
“You can’t have a real heart if you are alone?”
“I never thought of that. I guess you are right. Don’t you have anyone to love?”
“Is the story finished?”
“No.” Sol grinned. “My stories never finish so quickly. The Sparklers travelled for years and they tried to help all the other races they met. The story gets sad here, but only for a little bit. Okay?” Elpida nodded, her eyes huge.
“What makes the story sad is that the Sparklers thought they were helping the others, but in fact they were hurting them. They did not know this of course and would have carried on doing so until they had hurt everyone on every world. They were very lucky though. They met a crazy man.”
“Did he have long hair and a beard?”
“No, he was not a hermit. He was a nice man with a large family. He saw the Sparklers and thought they were very beautiful so he came to them and made them stop hurting other people. When they found out what they had been doing it made them very sad. Sparklers don’t have eyes for crying so the only thing they could think of doing was to die. This crazy man spoke to them like he was some weird god and told them they must not die because the destiny of the Sparklers is to make people happy. Just between you and me, and Candy of course, he …”
“You are called Candy?”
“Yes.”
“How sweet! I didn’t know they make candy that sings.”
Candy laughed, even though she’s spent most of her life hearing these corny jokes (mostly from Robbie).
“I’m sorry, you were going to tell us a secret?”
“Yes. This crazy man did not really know that the Sparklers could do anything to make others happy, but he spoke as if he did and the Sparklers believed him.”
“But that is terrible! He must have been a nasty crazy man.”
“He wasn’t. He knew the Sparklers needed to care for others or else they would not live. He made them believe and then he sat and thought, and thought, and thought until he found a way for the Sparklers to help others. Today the Sparklers are all happy, but they are also becoming philosophers. They are learning that even after you hurt others by mistake, or because you were angry, however badly, there can still be joy if you can love and care for others.”
“What happened to that man?”
“He became the leader of the Sparklers and they love him more than anything else. They love him so much that they asked him to have a child with them. He loved them too and agreed. They had a daughter, a creature of pure magic and she was named Elpida, which means hope. She is a symbol of love, true love that will endure forever.”
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Elpida sat thinking. She looked up at Sol. “That was a nice fairy tale. Would you like me to tell you one?”
“For me also?” Candy asked eagerly, making Elpida laugh. Her eyes stayed sad though.
“For you too, sweet Candy. There was a mummy and daddy who had a baby a long time ago. The mummy and daddy loved each other very much. They kept on looking at each other in the eyes and they would feel their heart was one.
Then they had a little baby girl. In the beginning they loved their baby girl very much also and they were all happy. But the daddy, he was a very jealous man and he loved the mummy so much that he could not bear to have her love anyone else. The mummy was a very good mummy and loved her little girl. She would hold her and sing to her and tell her sweet silly stories. The daddy would watch them and he found it made him jealous. He wanted the mummy to smile like that only for him. The problem was that he also loved his little girl so he did not know what to do.
They lived in a big palace, for the daddy was a prince. All his people loved him very much and he had to travel to visit them lots of times. One day he came to this world and he saw that all his people were happy. They loved him and his princess very much, but he was used to that. He looked around and saw that this is a good world, nobody hurts anyone and there are no bad animals. Even the plants did not have real thorns to scratch you. He thought about it for a long time after he went home, thinking about this world that is so lovely.
He watched as the mummy played with their little girl and dressed her in lovely clothes. She kept on kissing their little girl and he found himself getting very jealous. He was so very jealous it made him angry. He began to wish they did not have their little girl because then the mummy would only look at him and kiss him and think of him. He was not a bad daddy, he did love his little girl, but he needed the mummy for him only. Then one night an idea came to him. If he takes his little girl away, far, far away, then the mummy would only love him.
He did not want to hurt his little girl, so he did nothing for a long time, but then one day he remembered that lovely world and thought, if I take my little girl there she will be happy and my wife will love only me again.
One day the mummy had to leave the little girl because she wanted to go and buy her some lovely presents. The daddy brought his little girl to this world and told her he loves her very much, but she has to stay here. He kissed her and left.”
“No! He would not do that!”
“He did Candy. The little girl knows how to go home, but she can’t. You see, she loves her mummy and daddy very much. If she goes back, then the mummy will find out what the daddy did and she might become very angry and stop loving him, so the little girl has to stay on this world all by herself for ever and ever.”
Tears were running down her cheeks and the other two watched her, aghast at the trick her mind had played on her. Robbie sat silently, a lost look in his eyes, the kind that tells you how much he is hurting. We all reached out to him with our hearts and arms, but he seemed to shrink from us. He looked at Dommi, some message passing between them and she began to weep. At least she let us feel her and we knew she was crying because of the pain she’d felt in our Robbie. Cherine stood up, her eyes fiery.
“You are stupid!! Why do you always make yourself responsible for everything! You know very well that she only made up that story because she does not remember what really happened.”
“Cherine love, come here.” Reluctantly she stood before him and he pulled her on to his lap.
“I have not made myself responsible for anything, love. I’m not that stupid. It just hurts me to know that in her sweet heart I am the bad guy and yet she is prepared to sacrifice herself for me. That is also a good kind of hurting my little cub.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know. I wish Themi was here to advise me.”
“What for? Go to her Robert, tell her you want her to come home.”
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“Not as she is love. I feel she is safer here.”
“Luigi, you must go to her then.” He looked at Robbie and getting up walked away. He did not want Meli to help him get there faster, he needed the time to think.
Candy had thrown herself into the arms of a very surprised Elpida. She held the little girl and shushed her, apologising for making her cry.
“It was only a fairy story Candy.”
As Luigi came close to them Solace left us, walking over slowly too. Robbie asked Maria to leave with him and they flew off at great speed. When we saw where he was going we had a good laugh. They were collecting green coconuts to drink. They came back with enough for all of us, Maria holding them up with her powers as they flew to us.
Robbie sat down with a wry look. “It seems this is going to be a family affair so I might as well relax, enjoy my coconut milk and snooze for a while.” He did lie back with closed eyes, but I could feel him watching with us.
“In all the stories I’ve read, when an adult comes across fairies they disappear. Don’t leave, I’ve been wanting to speak to some fairies for a long time.”
“But if we are fairies we have to leave!” Candy pretended.
Elpida just stared at him. Her face clouded over. “Candy, we must leave, he is a bad man.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, I can feel it.”
“He is not bad. He is a friend of ours.”
“A friend?” We felt her wanting to leave, she was desperate to do so, but she did not want to leave Candy with him. The fact that Candy thought he is a friend only made it more important she stay to watch over her.
Luigi sat on the grass, keeping his distance so that she will not feel threatened. “I would like to tell you a story.”
Candy, overdoing it a bit I thought, clapped her hands with glee. “Another story!”
With a gleam in his eyes he struck a dramatic pose. “Ahh, but I am Italian, Miss Candy, we do not just tell stories, we bring them alive so that you feel what the characters feel and hurt when they hurt; the best of all is that you love when they love.” He bunched his fingers to his lips and kissed them with a flourish. “Amore, that is to die for!”
Candy earnestly explained what ‘amore’ means to Elpida, but she soon saw she did not have an audience. Elpida was staring at Luigi as if he has hypnotised her.
“This story is about a little boy who discovered magic in words. He was born on a farm in Southern Italy. The farm had mostly olive trees and some pigs. From when he could walk he was expected to begin helping in any little way he could. He was a good little boy and he really tried to help, but he would forget. Si, he would see a piece of wood or a leaf drifting on the stream and he would feel it was dancing for him as it swirled and bobbed on its voyage past him. At other times he would see a butterfly and he would be captivated by its beauty and the way it moved, dancing on an invisible breeze. On a farm there are a million things to capture the eyes of such a boy, even the patterns spilt straw make upon the earth.
He was lucky to have a brother who worked twice as hard as he should have, so that he could say they had both done the work. The brother was a farmers’ son also and sometimes would call him back to work because he believed it was not good for his brother to dream so much.
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The little boy discovered a new magic. He would take a stick and make marks upon the earth. Not long after that he noticed for the first time that a picture his mother had showed some funny lines at the bottom that resembled his marks upon the dust. He asked his mother and she explained that the picture was from Cairo and the squiggles were Arabic writing. When she explained what writing is, he became very excited.
‘If I could write like that and I think of something and write it, I would never forget it?’
She laughed. “You will learn to write in Italian.’ He begged her to teach him and at first she refused, saying that he would begin school next year and learn there. He pleaded until she taught him the alphabet.
He was not really a clever little boy, but he did have a gift for the written word and by the time school started he was reading and writing. His one drawer was becoming full of scraps of paper, thoughts he wanted to preserve.
At school he did badly. He was thin and hated sports. Geometry, Science, Arithmetic, all those he hated and failed. The only subjects he was good at were Language, Geography and History. His real love though was reading. He preferred stories with action, but he also read love stories and drama. Anything that showed how people think, love and hate. He was fascinated by the human mind and soul.
An uncle of his mother, he worked in a bank and the family thought of him as being very clever, one day was present at a meal when the father of the boy was angry. He told the boy that the school had complained about him, that he is lazy and does not study.
‘They told me that the only lessons you show interest in are those that are totally useless! How do you think history and geography will help you earn a living?’
‘Perhaps you should send him to a boarding school.’
‘What? Do you know how much that would cost?’
His great uncle convinced his father to send him to a school in a nearby town. It was run by the Catholic church and was not expensive. Perhaps the boy will become a priest, he suggested.
Now began the most miserable years of the boy. At least twice a week he would get beaten for not paying attention. The other boys picked on him and he had bruises most of the time. He was one of those children who need a family to love and school had no love in it, not even from the nuns. At first he found love and consolation in only one place. At about eleven years old he became intensely religious. When the nuns or priests talked about God he believed and listened, questions teeming within his mind that he could not ask. Some of the questions he would not have known how to word them.
This change in him made the school like him and they sent reports to his family that he might choose to serve God one day. Perhaps he would have, if not for two events.
One day, after lessons, he returned to his dormitory to get a book to read. Three other boys were there. They were known as bullies and he felt nervous. He tried to hide it, but then they began to tease him. Suddenly one of the boys told the other two to hold him and make him lie down on the floor. He tried to run out but they caught him and forced him to lie on the floor and one of them, the strongest, began to hit him with a thin cane.
The two of them held him down on his stomach while the one boy hit him across his back. The boy did not cry or scream. He waited for it to finish. Then one of the other boys wanted to hit him so they changed places. When they let him go they warned him that if he told anyone they would find him…”
“I don’t like this story.” Candy said.
Sol looked grim, even Elpida forgotten for the moment as she listened in horrified attention. “Let him finish it, Candy.” she asked.
“Don’t worry Candy, the purpose of the story is to show that even out of bad, good can come.” Elpida was sitting with eyes closed as she listened and she opened her eyes now and stared into the eyes of Luigi without saying a word. “The boy, who was not so little anymore, went to a toilet cubicle and locked himself in there and cried from the pain and the humiliation of not being able to stand up against the bullies. When he came out, he took his book and sat in the play area reading. Within minutes he had forgotten his pain as he became engrossed in the story. For him, if the writer was even halfway good, the characters would come alive thanks to his vivid imagination.
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Somebody gasped behind him and then one of the nuns he did not like came before him. ‘Take off your shirt.’ she ordered. He tried to, but the shirt was stuck to his back from the blood. She stopped him and took him to the headmaster. They took him to the school clinic where his shirt was dampened and gently pulled off him.
They were all horrified at what had been done to the boy. His back was torn open from at least twenty lashes. They thought he was terrified and spoke softly, promising that those who did this would be punished, even expelled from school. The boy refused to speak. Then the headmaster became angry and demanded to know the names. Still the boy would not speak. He was locked up in the office of the headmaster for nearly an hour. Then the door opened and the three boys walked in, their faces white with fear, the headmaster behind them.
‘As you see we found them anyway.’ The boy had to stand and watch as the headmaster shouted at them. He told them their parents would be told what they had done and they would be expelled. One of the boys began to cry and pleaded with the headmaster not to. The headmaster turned to the boy.
‘You are the one that suffered so I will let you decide. I can either expel them or else they can be punished by having the same whipping they gave you. What do you want?’
The boy thought about it and asked if he could choose anything he wanted. Whether out of a sense of justice or curiosity, the headmaster agreed.
‘I don’t want you to do anything to them.’
The headmaster became very angry. He sent the three away and continued to tell off our little boy. He called him a coward. Then he asked whether he was afraid the three would hurt him again. He said no. ‘Jesus said we must turn the other cheek.’ This enraged the headmaster, but he was of the church so he let the boy go.
The three boys came to him and said they were sorry for what they did and they warned all the others that if anybody picks on him again they would beat them up. For the first time he was not bullied for nearly the whole week and he decided he had done the right thing and that Jesus was right.
On Saturday his father collected him from school and took him home. During the trip the boy could see his father was furious and could not understand why. When they arrived home his mother made him take off his shirt. His parents stared at his back, the bruises fading already, but the cuts still visibly healing.
‘The headmaster told me he offered to punish them any way you wanted and that he would protect you from them. Why did you make him let them go!?’
‘In the Bible it says that Jesus told us to turn our cheek.’
‘Nonsense! The headmaster was right, you are a coward! I will not have a coward for a son. I’m going to teach you to not be a coward!!’
His father took him to the shed and beat him worse than he had ever beat him before and the boy cried as he had never cried before. He did not only cry because of the pain; he could not bear the thought that his father thought he was a coward. He adored his father and it hurt to think he had disappointed him so much. He was also very confused. Why did both his father and the headmaster think Jesus was wrong? They had taught him that everything in the Bible was correct!
The next Monday he sought his usual refuge. He went to the school library to take out some books. On one of the shelves he picked up a book and saw it was full of poems. From his school work he knew that poems were boring to read and was about to put it back. For no reason at all he opened the book and he began to read. It was a poem about someone who was suffering, reviled by the world because of a misunderstanding. He read through the whole poem and the imagery floated in his mind so brightly and darkly!
I do not remember which poem it was or who wrote it, but fate had decreed that he should find it at just the right moment and he began to read poetry. He also began to write. He found words that danced with a magic that even music could not better and put them to paper. Scenes, ways of looking at things that did not seem to be the same as other peoples’ thoughts, tumbled out in a mad crazy rush, as if they were laughing and happy to be free at last. The more he wrote the more there seemed to be for him to write. Sometimes his poems would be as if he were standing in the sun and his words glowed with a golden light and then it would be as if he were standing, tiny and unnoticeable under a dark leaf, light hidden from him so that he could see the truth the sun had hidden.
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Luigi the poet was born and Jesus lost a priest.” He smiled at his memories. “The magic of words is still in me. They dance around in my mind forcing me to put pen to paper. You see, words and ideas, right or wrong, they have a life of their own and they demand to be set free. Even if they are yours, they do not belong to you. Well, they do, but only for those magical first moments when they came to you and showed you a new way of looking at things. After that they want to spread their wings and fly through every other mind, setting free other thoughts and words within their minds. Never be afraid to look at your own words and ideas, they are what make you human.”
He stood up and walked over to Elpida, resting his hands on her shoulders. “Let your thoughts be free Elpida. Right or wrong they are yours. If they made you do something you should not have, bring it all out into the light and examine it. Learn from what you did or else you will make the same mistakes again.”
She cowered, no longer having the strength to run away. Sol stood up.
*Robert, come here now. Fast!* Robbie always responds to any of us instantly. If we were wrong he may explain or even tell us off, but at the time, he does not question. He says questions are for afterwards. He appeared next to Sol.
“Elpida, I am Sol, your mother. This is Robert your father. I am a Sparkler and he is that crazy man I told you about. He is also the prince you talked of. Close your eyes and open your mind to me daughter, let me show you.”
By now we had all arrived and we watched with awe as an emerald light shone out of Sol and was met by another from Elpida. They joined and the light flowed between them. Elpida collapsed in a faint.
“She will be well soon.” Sol sat on the grass and cradled her daughter’s head, softly running her fingers over her face, as if still amazed that she had created her. Robbie joined her, his one arm over her shoulder, his eyes filled with love.
Elpida opened her eyes and stared up at them in wonder. “It’s true!”
“Yes my love. I’m not really a prince like you imagined, but I am worth far more than any prince is. I have you as my daughter.”
She still has not recalled the truth and we do not push her. She sleeps apart from us, for she only recalls that she is Robbie’s daughter. Her mind still needs to protect itself so we wait for it to heal as and when it wishes to. Themi spends a lot of time with her, not as doctor and patient, just as a friend, but a friend who knows how to lead her mind to re-discovering itself. Luigi also jumps over often and talks with her - they are fast becoming close friends.
Candy that night was loved by all of us. We danced with her soul and made her little body dance in ecstasy with us. Her greatest joy though was when Robbie placed her upon his chest for her to sleep there.
Apart from Candy this also became the night of Maria. She tends to be quiet and is shyly unobtrusive when she does things for us. We treasure her gentleness, love and caring and in addition to loving her would miss her terribly if she was not with us. Robbie started the evening not knowing what to do, so many of us had suffered, either by being killed or by watching those we love being killed. All of us were burning with our need to be loved and held. He joked that instead of him splitting into thirty he needed thirty of him to meld into one just for him to handle the needs of one of us. I really expected him to concentrate first on Candy and Tina. After Candy, he turned instead to Maria.
“Roberto, there are others who need you more.”
“Does what I need not count my love? Since that first day that you left your apartment you have spent your time caring for the others. I am grateful that you do not have the gift of Natalie for then I would not have noticed you secretly helping everyone. You are very special to all of us and that little body of yours has been teasing me with promises of wild passion. Time to keep some of those promises baby.”
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Once she saw that Robbie meant it and that the rest of us were glad he’d chosen her, she slowly relaxed and began to reciprocate. To her the biggest turn on is having her legs stroked. She will lift her head and look at whoever is touching her there as if still surprised and excited to have long lovely legs worthy of being loved. Robbie started from her toes and worked his way up slowly and it was not long before her emoting and moans forced him to stop so as to give her time to control herself. This was not a night for a lot of small orgasms, we all needed to feel the excesses of feeling that only a powerful orgasm brings, unbearably reminding us that we are alive and have bodies to cling to.
Maria has not tinkered with her body, keeping it the shape Robbie had given her. This is not for sentimental reasons, but because she honestly believes that Robbie has created the perfect body for her. Still, after all these years, whenever Robbie comes to her for love, she is awe-struck that her body can provoke feelings of lust and yearning in him. That he loves her is still a source of wonder and she adores him as if he were a god. This does not mean she is not passionate. To the contrary. Robbie loves her instant response to him, but always takes care to build her up so that each experience will be perfect for her. Tonight he was even more determined to ensure he brings to her every sensual pleasure she is capable of feeling.
He breathed in deeply over her skin, which was already covered in a sheen of perspiration, while she used her fingers to feel every contour of him, the male roughness and hardness. Cherine had carefully only swirled their own feelings between them, but she gradually now brought in our own reactions and the burning of all our bodies and Robbie began to lose control.
He raised himself, pulling his body over hers and on his elbows he looked into her eyes and whispered, “I love you”. When it was over, he did not stop, beginning all over again.
For Maria it was doubly precious; that a man could take such joy, feel such lust for her that he immediately needed her again was still unbelievable. It sent her soaring within seconds and this time when they orgasmed she was limp and satiated, unable to bear another spasm. Robbie kissed her, sucking at her sweet breath and then he licked at her moist shining body. Maria looked at him in amazement. He raised his face and stared into her eyes.
“This is the closest a male can come to having something of his love within him. I need it Maria, I have to have a part of you within and part of me too.”
It is not the same having an orgasm, however powerful, from sharing, as it is when it comes from directly experiencing it from the touch of our beloved. The difference may be tiny, but at times it is still keenly felt. Robbie knows this but accepts there is no way he can make love to all of us within one night. We thought that now he would definitely choose Tina, but again he surprised us. He moved over to Aganthi.
“You know why it is your turn now?” he teased.
She stared back at him breathless and then laughed. “Yes. You need a coffee.”
“Coffee, toast with honey, someone to sit on my lap and keep me warm and comforted until I get back some energy. Can you wait?”
She even gave him a cigarette and they sat in the garden for ten minutes while she curled around him, happy that he was enjoying himself. That girl will never stop being able to sell him flowers and warm his heart with love. When they returned he went to the bathroom and when the door opened again he came out to us and he came out and he came out - one for nearly each of us.
It has been mentioned in this diary that we enjoy making love to him when he splits himself like this, but that we enjoy it much more when there is only one of him and that one is concentrating on one of us. We have since then come to realise that even if he is split into a hundred Robbies, each one is Robbie and is giving each of us his full attention. We may still prefer having just the one of him, but now we are grateful and glad to share him this way. For myself, it is his skin, his warm hands upon my flesh. I look into his eyes and see the love he is feeling for me alone and that is more than any one of us could ask for, without being completely happy and satisfied.
Somehow, he and Cherine manage to conspire to time the orgasms. Sometimes it is all of us at the same time, a few times - if she thinks we can bear it - they time it so that we have our orgasms one after the other. Where they find the self control to do that I don’t know. I’m usually too far gone out of my skull to even think anymore by then. This night they had to be satisfied with all coming at the same time, the cumulative power of our orgasms and his climax knocking most of us out. Not surprisingly, Cherine did not survive such an experience unscathed - she also passed out while still spasming.
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“I have to take care of Noname and partner, but in the meantime I want you all to think of a special way we can celebrate our anniversary. Fifteen years!!”
Dommi smiled at him, her eyes turning to Cherine for a moment, soft and tender with her memories and love. “But you have just told us how to celebrate.”
“I did? You mean by helping these two who want to procreate and fill the universe with their beauty?” he teased.
Cherine had picked up from Dommi what she meant and she was excited. She let Dommi explain though. “What could be a more fitting way to celebrate what your coming together means Roberto? Why not spend that day bringing back all of their species? We must take with us people from every specie! Also as many of our alternate families as can come. To be present at such an event will give a new impetus to our growth as Cherinians.”
What Dommi really meant was that it would make them all worship Robbie, but she could not say so. Wanting a loved one to be loved and worshipped by all is only natural, but I know my father; he will find a way to turn this away from him and make it seem a victory of life that belongs to all of us.
“If that is what you want. Just don’t expect me to haul the provisions we will need for so many people. I’ll go look for our protector, I sort of miss him, he can be quite useful at times like these.”
“Where will you find him?”
“If I knew…I’ll ask the one that banished him.”
“They still don’t like you Roberto, be careful.” Aganthi warned.
He nodded. “I know. If Noname had not been able to beat me at chess I think he would still hate me. Isn’t the ego a funny thing?”
“It made him think he is better than you Robbie.” I added, cautioning him.
“If, as a man, I had to fight some huge brute full of muscles and he beat me, but I also knew that he was only muscles, no brains, though I lost the fight, I would still feel superior to him. I understand that Sam, but I also believe that the feeling of superiority might enable him to accept my defeat of him more graciously.”
I grinned at him. “Talking of brutes, I better go check on the prison world; they must be running short by now. Do you think I should make myself look huge with muscles?”
“You!? No baby, the weaker you look the more terrifying you become. While the protector is lost though you are not going anywhere.” I’d forgotten about that and nodded my agreement.
Cherine was smiling, her eyes sparkling. “Robert, have you noticed that even when some of you are not with me, you do not lose your gifts immediately?”
“What do you think is happening love?”
“I think the gifts are becoming a permanent part of you. It is happening faster for the family because we spend so much time together.”
“We still need your link love.”
“I think you will all be able to link with each other without me. I’ll be free Robert!”
“Free!?” He was upset.
“Of course silly. I’m tired of being afraid something will happen to me and you’ll all start growing old and die. I think those born Cherinians will soon not need me at all. The rest, I can only hope.”
“We’ll always need you my love.”
She tossed her head. “That way I don’t mind.”
2670
We went to the void. Noname and partner arrived at our call. Robbie explained we will be leaving in a few days to bring back their people and asked them why they have not released the protector yet.
*I do not know where it is. I know it is trapped within the energy that hit it, but where it threw itself to I do not know.*
Alki, Keith, Eddie, Perikli and Themi with their families had all joined us.
“I do not know where to search for the protector. It may have thrown itself into another dimension. If it is trapped within the energy it cannot return. I have to find it.”
Nobody had any idea where to look.
Keith asked, “You still have your healer?” Robbie nodded. “I thought the protector and your healer are different facets of the same power in you?”
“They started that way, but the protector has been growing into an individual, same as Adam.”
“It, he, whatever, is still a part of you and the healer Robert. You should be able to feel where it is.”
“If my arm is connected to me I can feel where it is. If you cut off my arm and sent it to an alternate world, I would not be able to feel where it is.”
Eddie shook his head. “Keith is right, Robert. Each part of a whole has an affinity for all parts of itself. That is true of magic as their lore explains, but it is also true of all life; sometimes even for inanimate matter. Think of how your ‘painter’ works. It is able to separate souls that have become one by using that principle. It may be the only way you have of finding the protector.”
Alki sighed. “Roberto, you are always complaining that you have become too powerful. As the void nothing can stop you. Do you still need the protector?”
“Yes. It is not there to protect me, but my loved ones. There are many times I cannot be with them. Even if I did not need it, him, I still miss it. Alki, it is a part of me and to tell the truth, as it has developed a personality of its own, I’ve grown fond of it.” He grinned, though it was more of a grin of nostalgia. “It made me go through hell in the beginning - plus not so long ago, but it has grown well and is a good companion now.”
“It could still be a threat to you Robert if you have to hurt or fight children.” Cherine warned.
“Good!”
She knew he would say that and did not insist. She felt that if that happens she will have to take care of the protector herself, but she knows that Robbie really does need and want the protector back.
“Our healers are part of us and yet also a separate entity? I ask because of the change in the appearance of your soul when the protector becomes part of you.”
“I think so Themi.”
“Then it may be better you begin your search in the void. Join with the healer and use the extra strength to try and trace the direction you must search.”
“Why can’t you go back in time and follow the protector?” Wendy asked.
“I have tried that love. I even tried to latch on to it, but that damn energy that attacked it makes it impossible for me to touch or join with it. I fear that same energy is blocking my awareness of where it is.”
Meli was excited. “But then you don’t have to worry Roberto! The alien said that the energy it used to paralyse our bodies does not last long. It must be the same for whatever it used to hit the protector.”
“I can’t just sit back and hope you are right love. I have to try and find it.”
We went to the void and Robert called to the healer to join with him. The change in his appearance was nowhere as dramatic as when the protector does so, but there is a visible change. They reached out with his mind, trying to get a ‘feel’ for where the protector is. It did not work He tried then as a soul, reaching out to feel where missing motes were. Surprisingly he was able to feel motes that have strayed from him in the past, especially when attacked by the void, but he could not sense the protector. We returned home.
I hope you enjoy reading this story of fantasy, adventure and love - and should some of it be true for our reality, I hope you will love our Cherine.
Αλέξανδρος Ζήνον Ευσταθίου
(Alexander Zenon Eustace)7th November, 2019
- posted on Steemit: 7th November, 2019
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