“No…” She smiles, her radiance seems to collapse the very fabric of the reality in which they stand. “She is very proud of you. So is your father. Know that, what ever happens from here, that she loved you and that you will join her when your time comes.”
“What happened?” Concern suddenly floods her emotions as a weight grows within her soul – not a weight of happiness, but of anger and anxiety. The sensation of drowning sweeps her, with a malice unlike that she had used to destroy the world so many centuries before. Suddenly, a dark cloud drowns the earth below, veils the radiant sun that enlightens her beautiful home. In that instant, she felt that she would give anything to see them again, all of them again. She would gladly give all of her power for her grandmothers’ voice, her fathers’ disapproval and her best friends support. A thunderous éclat shatters the earth as tears of frustration and concern overwhelm her. All of this power, yet none of the control – the genie is unleashed from its bottle… Suddenly a rupture behind her as the large wooden door to her tomb chamber crashes open with Lucien emerging with fear in his eyes. Stricken by his sudden action, she turns and unleashes a massive plasma arc from her fingers. A reaction out of fright, not malice, drives her to attack and not investigate. Too late to recall the burst, she watches in total fear as the fingering arcs vaporize the hydrogen of the air as it crashes toward her only anchor in this reality.
Stunned, Lucien watches the arcing bows outstretch from her fingers, as she turns away from the Dark Mother’s Avatar and toward the sound of hostility. He was suddenly awakened by a thunder burst, thinking it an attack. He reacted to engage the unknown enemy. His last thoughts before opening the door were, ‘I pity the poor soul that I will liberate from this and any existence…’ However, to see his attacker in the eyes of his beloved, he simply outstretches his right hand and catches the powerful orb as though it were a stray snowball. Micro bolts shoot out to singe his forearm, but the burns are absorbed as he quells the burning sphere with a simple smile.
“I’m so sorry…” She rushes to him, concern draping her face as she reflects on her actions…
“I thought we were being attacked…” His nudity bares the softness of his heart as he looks forgivingly upon her. “It’s okay… No one was harmed.” Her arms clasp around his back as she draws him close in. Her moist cheek presses against his naked chest. He brushes her hair with sullen strokes as she shivers in his embrace.
“But I shouldn’t have reacted like that… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
To which he laughs a loving laugh, “But I wasn’t hurt.”
“Tell me, what is happening? What has happened to my Dark Mother?” She trembles in his arms at the thoughts of what might have happened.
“Come inside and I will tell you all…”
“Yes dear child… I’ll be out here waiting, watching…” The avatar speaks with simple expressions in her face, but the eyes say so little as they seem to peer within their very souls.
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