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MEMOIRS OF AN OUTSIDER II
CHAPTER: 2 "Windmills of the mind"
He stood in an elegant room, watching her intimate relationship play out with her phantom lover. He stared as the man plunged deeply into her, causing
her brow to crease with pain and a soft whimper escape her lips. "Did I hurt you"? The man asked. Gann could see droplets of blood on the linen sheets
and knew that this was her first time with a man. The hazy vision did not show him the details of their lovemaking, just the particulars of the act that
meant something to her. There were different connections he could make in dreams. This type was called "Emotional Fixation". Strong emotions that
brought forth deep feelings for an event or situation that changed her in some way. He could also look through her eyes in a dream. This was called,
"Point of view", and he could see and feel through her without making himself known. "Observation", was another. With this, he could observe the entire
dream as if watching a play. However, "Interaction" was his favorite. In this, he could participate with her or lead her through different scenarios and
outcomes. He loved to create different images of himself and seduce the young girls of the countryside. He could be anyone and do anything he wished
with his dream harem. Manipulation of the subconscious was a gift he relished, and through the years, this gift brought him a sense of satisfaction. He
was hated and despised in this land, but in dreams, he was a god.
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A hazy mist flowed through the scene as it changed to reveal her with yet another man. He heard her whisper, "Casavir", as the man covered her with
his body. "I love you my lady", the man said to her, "I will be here when you are ready". "Ready for what"? Gann thought. Once again, the dream
changed to show the woman talking with someone he could not see. "Casavir told me he loves me", Khy said to the other person, "He's waiting for
me to confess my love for him". The unseen voice responded with, "Do you love him or Bishop"? "I love them both", she said, "But not in the way
they want". "Why"? The voice said. "I'm not sure I fully understand what love really is". The girl said with tears in her eyes. "Ah ha", Gann
thought, "So, she is confused by love". "This could be a very exciting adventure", he said to himself", "Maybe she would be worth my time after
all". The mist enveloped him once again as her vision focused on the first man again. Gann could make out scars and old burns on the man's torso as she
embraced him and moaned with spasms of desire. Her face reflected a soft glow as their pleasures peaked with a great shuddering force. "The throes of
love making suit her", he thought, "Her beauty is enhanced greatly with the act of love". Fatigue overtook the dreamwalker as he slowly allowed
himself to exit the girl's vision. He would try again tomorrow night after prompting her conscious mind with questions of her past. This could sometimes
trigger different occurrences that would play out in her dreams. He wanted to know more about this woman. He had to find out why she intrigued him so.
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The next day, Khy and her new comrades visited the Temple of the Three. She wanted more information on the shadow realm of Mulsantir, especially, how
to gain access to the region. Her promise to the two half-celestials weighed heavily on her mind. She had vowed to find their missing sister and needed
to find a way to the Death God's vault. Sheva Whitefeather explained a few things, but most of her tales were cryptic. They must wait until nightfall to gain
access. The portal to the shadowy land only appeared after the sun went down. In the meantime, Khy wanted to explore more of the city and to get to
know Safiya and Gann a little better. She listened as Gann told them of being abandoned in the wilds of Rushemen, and how the spirits of the land had
raised him. He had learned a great deal from the telthors and Khy admired his courage through all of his adversities. He in return asked her about her
childhood and how she ended up Mulsantir. She related some of her past to the inquisitive man, but held back on telling him everything. The sun began to
set on the town as they searched around for the elusive doorway. They soon discovered the shadow opening near the prison and cautiously entered.
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The tone in this strange area of black and grays caused feelings of gloom and despair in the trio as wraiths, nightwalkers and untold other undead
creatures barred their way to the vault. At one point, Khy began to second-guess her decision to seek out the missing girl. The extreme battles with these
evil beings had almost cost their lives and she did not want to put these people in any more danger. Finally, they made it to the Death God's mausoleum
and went inside. A lone figure stood in the center of the room as she and the others approached. Kaelyn had been trying to gain admittance to the lower
level of the vault when they greeted her. The winged girl remarked that she knew that Khy had been in the shadow world before which seemed to peak
Gann's curiosity. "You have the look of death upon you", the girl said, "Many have perished around you". Kaelyn began to walk around Khy as if
searching for something and then suddenly grabbed her neck. She reached up and pulled the winged girl's hand away and asked her what she was
doing. Kaelyn apologized saying, "Forgive me, but I needed to know for certain". "You are an aasimar", the girl said, "I have never before met one
of your kind". "Mount Celestia shelters one", Kaelyn explained, "We know of you, but that is all". "What is this aasimar you speak of"? Gann
asked. Khy remained silent as the winged girl told her new companions about her heritage. Kaelyn informed them that in centuries past, celestials and
half-celestials would breed with humans trying to create a new species of divine guardians. These protectors would become the priests and priestesses of
the God's temples and then would achieve greatness in the name of their deity. "In time the blood of this race was extremely diluted", Kaelyn said,
"With only a fraction of heavenly life force remaining". "However", the girl said looking at Khy, "You are different". "How is she different"? Safiya
asked. The woman pulled Khy's hair aside and pointed to the mark on the nape of her neck. The red swollen spot that use to occupy the area was now a
deep red rose. "This marks her as special", Kaelyn said, "She is not of the ancient blood". Khy looked into the girl's black eyes and asked her to clarify.
"We will speak of this another time". Kaelyn replied waving her arms at the surrounding area. Khy nodded and walked to the back of the room to
scrutinize the locked door that kept the girl from venturing ahead. Paintings on each side of the entrance caught her eye as she began to carefully
examine the details of the images. The "Sword of Gith"was very prominent in both etchings, which caused Khy to gasp in surprise. "You know this
weapon"? Kaelyn asked. She nodded and ordered everyone back to the Sloop with the promise of returning shortly. The shock of seeing the sword
brought back all the terrible memories she was trying to bury. Khy knew she would have to tell them about her past, but had hoped it would not be so
soon.
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It was almost dawn when the group reached the inn. Kaelyn's siblings met her along the way and were immensely relieved at finding her safe. Khy
rescinded the promise of assistance in the fight with the rampaging spirits at the winged girl's request. Kaelyn spoke to her family in secret and waved
goodbye as they headed back to Mount Celestia. The group discussed plans to return to the vault that evening after everyone rested during the day. Khy
gave a brief explanation of the sword and of the battle; she had fought against the King of Shadows. The uncertainty of the lives of her companions and
her sudden awakening in the barrows rounded out her short tale. She left them sitting in the great room as she fled to her room. Tears clouded her vision
as she undressed and quickly jumped into bed, hoping for a safe haven in her dreams. Gann waited for his chance and soon floated away into her realm
of endless thoughts. He wanted to observe her on this voyage, to see if he could learn more about what she would not tell them. He knew she left out a
great deal in her accounts of the past and this deception excited him.
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He watched the bloody carnage as she and the others fought courageously against the foul beast. She never swayed in her conviction to end the reign of
the evil creature or in protecting her loved ones. He gazed at the fierce determination on her exquisite face as she struck the final blow, sending the vile
monster into nothingness. The room crumbled around him as he viewed people frantically scrambling toward the exit, as she lay trapped beneath a
massive stone. A Smokey mist led to another scene in which she said farewells to her friends and kissed the tall man with dark hair. The man told her he
loved her once again and she responded with her body rather than words. The cloud engulfed him and as it cleared, he saw a small girl sitting alone in a
field watching children play around her. The loneliness on her face was rather apparent and when she finally stood and walked away from the village, he
felt the complete solitude of her soul. Many events skirted through the vague haze of her mind, all consisting of the little girl's isolation and rejection by
the people of her village. Gann noted the similarities between his youth and hers, as he slowly with drew from her dream. "I must know more", he said
to himself, "What her life contains is far greater than I had imagined".
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The next few days were spent investigating the surrounding areas of the shadow realm. They had fought giant spiders, wraiths and untold
undead. They still could not gain access to the lower chambers of the crypt. They headed back to the Sloop with the knowledge that tomorrow they would
meet the spirit army at the city gates. Tactics were thrashed out over dinner and positions were assigned. Khy bade them goodnight as she headed
toward her room. Gann followed and shouted for her to wait. He asked her about one of her previous companions, the man Casavir she had briefly
mentioned. A sad far away look crossed her face as she told him of the brave and handsome paladin. Gann had been present during several distressing
nightmares she had experienced one evening. The powerful images seemed to cleave her soul with the horrifying question of self-doubt in the love of the
two men. He had decided to participate in her dream tonight and wanted to portray himself as the gallant Casavir. The question was meant to trigger her
sub-conscious into producing the man while she slept. He then went to his room and waited.
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Gann stood in the beautiful quarters of the girl and looked into the mirror. He did well in his disguise of the noble paladin and waited for her to appear.
"Casavir". She shouted as she ran to him and embraced him tightly. "I am here my love". Gann whispered. She pulled him close and brushed her lips
against his and then kissed him hard, parting his lips with her searching tongue. The intensity of the kiss caught him by surprise and he soon found
himself returning her eager passion with that of his own. He had always maintained an emotional distance in dreamwalking, taking what he wanted from
his victim without any real involvement. He did not socialize with his dream women, did not know them and did not want to. This was different. Khy was a
real person to him and this connection caused the long buried feelings of his heart to surface. The overwhelming flood of emotions washed through him as
he felt her body press into his. He did not know if he could preserve the charade much longer with the desire for her clouding his focus. The soft kisses
and gentle caresses of his naked body began to draw him under her control. Gann fought to keep his focal point on the concealment of his true self within
that of the paladin. The temptation of her rich, supple lips and the absolute surrender of her perfect form caught him in a weave of her desires. He looked
down and discovered the disclosure of his pale blue skin as she began to suck his nipples, and reach for the hard shaft between his legs. A loud moan
escaped his lips as he tried to distract her eyes away from his unveiled identity. Her lithe hands stroked him as she knelt down and took his rigid member
into her mouth. A burst of electrifying sensations rushed through his loins as he placed his hands upon her bobbing head. The strong suction and release
of her mouth along with the escalating massage of her hands brought him quickly to the peak of release. He groaned loudly and exploded into a blaze of
searing sparks as he fell to his knees. He slumped to the floor gasping for air as he heard her say, "Forgive me Gann, I thought you were someone
else".
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Her dreams were much too vivid for him to manage at his current level of involvement. He had seduced many women into fulfilling his sexual pleasures
while dreamwalking, however, this encounter was somewhat unusual. The potency of his dream climax seemed almost too real, as if he were experiencing
it in the waking world. He attempted to regain the concealment of the tall man, and with much deliberation, he succeeded. He moved closer to the girl,
who was now sitting near the large fireplace. She looked up and said, "Oh, Cas—it is you"! "For a moment, I thought you were Gann". "Who is
Gann"? He said softly. "A new friend". She whispered as she walked toward him. "Are you fucking him too"! A shrill voice screamed, as Gann noticed a
new character enter her hazy vision. "Please Bishop", she said with tears in her eyes, "Don't do this". Bishop shouted that she could not really love
anyone, that she was just a whore that fucked anyone standing still. Gann remained silent, watching the interaction between the two as Khy's
subconscious provided the dialogue that would lead into her troubled mind. He heard her speak of the love she had for the angry man, and of the way, he
had deeply hurt her. Bishop slapped her, knocking her to the floor as the mist reshaped into another view.
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