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MEMOIRS OF AN OUTSIDER II
Chapter: 14 "All that the heavens allow"
"You have disturbed our dreams eater of spirits", the shadowy voice said, "We are aware of what you seek". Khy stepped closer to the hovering
hags and said, "Speak then----tell me how to rid myself of this curse"! "Purging the beast is but one small part of the answers of which you
search", the disturbing voice echoed, "We will illustrate for you what we hold to be true". A ghostly vision appeared, showing the approach of Nefris,
Safiya's mother, and Lienna, the white lady of the Veil Theater. The two apparitions bartered with the coven, exchanging their dreams for the information
to destroy the curse and set the bearer free. She listened as the hags spoke of the dead God, Myrkul, as its originator, and of the first recipient----Akachi.
Pieces began to fall into place for her as the hazy image faded. She questioned the coven further, inquiring about the curse, the crusade, Akachi, Myrkul,
and finally, her companions. "We have answered all that you have asked of us", the witches said, "Go now and leave us in peace". "And what of
Gulk'aush", she yelled, "Does she not merit justice for your depraved actions"! "Yes", Gann shouted, "Why was my mother tormented by the
sisters of her clan, why has she been made to endure so may years of suffering"! "She broke our laws", the voice screamed, "Her punishment
ensures that no others will make the same mistake"! "You could have shown mercy", Khy said calmly, "You could have given her the choice of
leaving with her child". "DO NOT QUESTION OUR AUTHORITY", the hags shrilled, "THE PENALTY FOR DECEPTION WAS JUSTIFIED"!
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She looked at Gann as his voice echoed in her head, "NO ONE DESERVES SUCH MISERY". Khy weighed the choices of allowing the coven to carry on in their
pursuit of dreams, adding to their vast wealth of knowledge; or to destroy them, giving retribution to Gann's mother and ending the witch's reign of
dominance. She sighed as she reached for the dreamwalker's hand, then held tight as she shouted, "Prepare yourselves----for today Gulk'aush shall
have her vengeance"! With that, the party attacked the hags, annihilating every trace of the decadent coven. They fought their way through swarms of
malevolent hagspawn, finally reaching the doorway that would lead them to Nightshore and the portal out of the shadow realm. As they prepared for their
journey back to Mulsantir, the Dao attacked. She had expected that he would be annoyed that the task he set had not been completed; however, she
did not realize the depths of his anger until his blade whizzed past her nose. The Dao fell with the last twist of her knife, thrusting into his pale, heaving
chest, leaving no further obstacles to bar their way back to the city. "Let's go", Khy, said breathlessly, "We need to prepare for our journey to
Thaymount".
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"What is it little wizard", Okku growled with concern for his mysterious comrade, "What pains you". Safiya looked over at the furry bear and took a
deep breath, biding time while thinking up a suitable answer. She could not confess what really troubled her, that her feelings for Khy had gradually
changed into something more than just friendship. "I'm a little apprehensive about returning to the academy". She said, hoping to waylay his unease.
"Do not worry", the bear king said, "We will not let you come to any harm". The wizard smiled at the shaggy ursine and ruffled his fur. As the sun
began to dip behind the tall trees that flanked the party, Kaelyn suggested that they rest for the night and continue on in the morning. Everyone agreed
and scanned the area for an appropriate site before setting up camp. "Firewood"? Gann whispered to Khy as he arched his eyebrows and smiled. She
shook her head and said, "Forgive me my love; I need to be alone with my thoughts". She turned and walked toward the stand of trees in the
distance while thinking to him, "I NEED SOLITUDE GANN, SO PLEASE REFRAIN FROM LISTENING TO MY THOUGHTS". "AS YOU WISH", he answered, "BUT
HURRY BACK".
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She entered the grove and gathered scattered branches and broken limbs, piling them into a heap to take back to camp. When she was finished, she sat
down in the high grass and began to cry. She could not suppress the wretched ache of her heart that longed for the loves that were taken from her by
the cruel circumstances of providence. The fate of Bishop haunted her as she recalled the terror on his face as the hideous wall consumed him. She knew
that one day the dark deeds of his past would overtake him; however, no one deserved the punishment he now endured. She took some solace at
knowing that her beloved Casavir now shared his company with the greatest heroes of the realms. "I shall honor my promise Cas", she thought,
"When I return to Neverwinter, you will rest among the warriors at the Temple of Seasons". She smiled and closed her eyes, remembering his vivid
blue eyes and the strength of his powerful arms. Then Bishop's deep amber eyes flashed before her wearing his familiar self-satisfied and sarcastic smirk.
The ranger's face began to hazily shift into that of the dreamwalker's. Gann's attractive features along with his knowing grin sent cascading ripples of
anticipation down her spine. "I must tell him", she thought, "He deserves to know the truth about me". But, would that knowledge drive him away?
Could she take the chance of losing the only man left to her by revealing the harsh reality of her heart? Could she accept the possible outcome of such
revelations? Question after question bombarded her weary mind as she considered every aspect of telling Gann all. She knew he was aware of many
odds and ends of her past, having dallied through her subconscious dreams, however, how much he knew she could not discern. "Tonight", she said
softly, "I'll inform him of everything". She stood up and grabbed the large bundle of wood, then headed back to camp feeling somewhat relieved with
her difficult decision.
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"Tarien", the dreamer shouted as he relieved her of the burden she carried, "I was beginning to worry for you". "I'm sorry", she said, "I lost track
time". "You look distressed my love", he said as he tossed the kindling near the campfire, "What troubles you"? "Later", she said, caressing his
cheek, "We'll talk later". Gann felt a wave of panic grapple at his heart as he watched her feeding sticks into the growing blaze with a look of absolute
resignation upon her face. After dinner, Khy motioned for the dreamwalker to follower her into the nearby grove of trees. She sat down, patted the
ground next to her, and waited for him to sit. "I want you to know that this is not easy for me", she whispered, "But, I have to be honest with you".
A growing darkness began twisting in the pit of his stomach as he nodded and remained quiet; hoping that what she had to tell him would not end in
devastation. She cleared her throat and began. She told him of her strained relationship with her foster father and the profound loneliness of her
childhood. "I felt as though he cared for me more out of a sense of duty than one of love", she said, "As if I were a responsibility forced upon
him". "I lived for any small kindness he chose to bestow on me", she said as tears clouded her eyes, "Always hoping that one day he would say
he loved me".
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Khy continued her story with her journey to Neverwinter, meeting her friends, her uncle Duncan and her love affairs with Bishop, Casavir, Nevalle and
Valen. She told him of her trip into the hells and of the tremendous battle, they fought against The King of Shadows. Lastly, and with great sorrow, she
expressed how it was impossible for her to let go of the men she had loved. "It's like a defect in my heart," she said, sniffling and wiping away the trails
of tears, "I cannot think of them as loves lost, for they are as real to me now as you are". A sense of frustration overtook her as she tried
desperately to find the words that would give him the understanding of what she wanted to convey. She looked into the confused face of the
man she loved and took his hand in hers as she stroked his cheek. "You, above anyone else, are truly aware of what I feel for you", she whispered
while squeezing his hand, "Our unique connection gives you access to my most secretive thoughts". He smiled and answered, "Yes my love". "For
as much as I love you", she whispered, "If I could have freed Bishop, I would be with him as well".
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"WHAT"! He screamed. "Are you saying that you would forsake me for that scoundrel", Gann yelled, "That you would give yourself to him and
leave me"! Khy gasped at the venom in his voice as she attempted to calm him. "No", she said, "That's what I've been trying to tell you". "I will
never leave you unless you wish it so", she said, "However, I would still go to him". The dreamwalker reeled with the shocking confession echoing
through his head. He was well aware of her attachments to the men in her past, but this admission brought a sense of clarity to the intensity of her
unnatural affections. Suddenly, the scenes he had witnessed in her dreams began to make sense. The gift she possessed, the experiencing of each lovers
emotions had somehow joined her soul to theirs. She could not escape the bonds created with those she loved. He was horrified at the thought that her
heart would never belong to him alone, that he would forever battle for her attentions with those of the dead. It seemed like an impossible trial and one
that he would never want to attempt. He was on the verge of fleeing when she spoke. "I will abide by whatever decision you make", she said softly,
"Just know that I do love you, and I always will". She stood and turned to go, dabbing at the salty drops still clinging to her cheeks. She tarried for a
few moments, as if pleading for a kind word, a meaningful touch, or any semblance of his acceptance. When there was none, she nodded and smiled at
him with acquiescence, then said, "I will inform the others in the morning that you will be leaving once we arrive in Mulsantir". "Goodnight,
Gannayev-of-dreams", she whispered as she walked away, "Good-bye, my benefactor".
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Khy strolled into camp humming a soft tune as she waved to her companions and grabbed her pack. "New moon tonight", she said, "I'll return after
my devotional to Sune". She headed in the direction of the small stream they had passed earlier in the day. As she walked, she felt despondent at
the loss of the dreamer and in the resignation, she now must endure. "I can find no fault with him", she thought, "If our roles were reversed, I
too would have difficulty in sharing him with others". Arriving at her destination, she removed the familiar items from the well-worn area in her pack
and placed them around her. "That's what I was missing". She thought as she scampered over to a patch of flowers nearby and gathered an arm full,
which she quickly strung together. Stripping off her clothes and standing amid the flickering candles, she started moving to the rhythm of her inner song,
unaware that she was being watched. The russet-colored eyes leered at the girl, yearning to hold her, to kiss her soft lips and to explore the clandestine
locales of her voluptuous form. "I must have her", the shadowy observer thought as a scandalous design began to evolve. The misguided onlooker
smiled as different scenarios melded together giving the diabolical plan an essence of reality. "Soon", the spectator whispered, "Soon you will be mine".
Suddenly, the unseen figure jerked at the sound of rustling leaves as the dreamwalker emerged from the darkness of the night. He approached the girl,
leaving articles of discarded apparel in his path as he moved closer. "That fucking bastard will be the first one subdued", the concealed shape said with
a hint of insanity, "One by one they will all be restrained, allowing me the time I urgently need to win her".
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He crept up behind her and pulled her close, nuzzling the nape of her neck as he whispered, "Your Goddess would be greatly disappointed without
true pleasure". "Why are you here", she said breathlessly, feeling the enticing ripples of delight coarse through her from the sensual play of his hands,
"I assumed that you were finished with me". "Truthfully", he said, "Your confession frightened me". "I do not want to share you Tarien", he
said, "However, I do not want to lose you either". "I came to a conclusion after much consideration", he said spinning her around to face him,
"Vying against dead lovers doesn't seem as though it would be a tough competition". He laughed and held her tight sensing the smoothness of her
skin pressed to his. She melted into him as he worried her lips, prying open the warm crevice of her mouth with his eager tongue. He closed his eyes and
clenched his teeth, trying to maintain control as he pushed her down into the soft grass. He kissed her again, a hard, mouth-bruising, desperate kiss full
of uncontrollable need. Wild in his frenzy, his hard, throbbing shaft probed and searched for the enticing cloistered cleft of her moist well. Khy reached
down to help guide him to her waiting opening, feeling the exhilaration of his frantic urgency. She felt the sensation of his long hard member thrusting
deeply into her, entirely filling her depths. He pulled back, and she hungered for his return as she wrapped her legs around his hips and hooked her feet
under his thighs, compelling him back. With each plunge, she arched to meet him, feeling him rub against her hidden bud as he drove forcefully into her. "I
NEED YOU TARIEN". He thought as his passion began to build, sweeping him higher and higher to the peak of release. "THEN FUCK ME"! She thought to
him, demanding that he pummel her into sweet submission. Deep surges of pleasure washed over him, as wave after wave matched each tremendous
stroke. With no restraint he fucked her, fucked her faster and faster as she moaned and gasped, feeling her tension mount and grow with his until the
crest of ecstasy exploded and broke over them both. He collapsed, crushing her with his full weight as she cradled his head to her breasts and sighed
with euphoric bliss. She continued to whimper softly as her body trembled with the pulsating impulses of rapture transporting her into the realm of elation.
The concealed outsider cursed while staring at the two heaving and panting with sexual delight, and then groaning as the pinnacle of pleasure surpassed
them. "Once I fuck her", the voice whispered, "She'll never desire the spawn again"!
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Khy ordered a round of Rashemi fire wine from the bartender as her companions gathered around a table at the rear of the Sloop. They discussed their
upcoming venture to Thaymount and Safiya told them what she knew of the academy before she left. "We should replenish our supplies". Kaelyn said
as she glanced in the direction of the entrance to the inn, recognizing the new arrivals. "They have returned", the winged girl shouted, "Efrem and
Susah are back". Everyone turned to see Kaelyn's siblings walking toward them, waving with enthusiasm and smiling. "We bring you greetings from
Mount Celestia", Efrem said, "And a surprising invitation". The two related their tale of countless searches through the many tomes of the celestial
library, looking for an answer to the query placed upon them by their sister. Finding no clues, they were then directed to seek out Erathaol who rules over
Venya and is said to have immense volumes containing the vast knowledge of the ages. Unbeknownst to them, Erathaol had contacted Zaphkiel, the
ruler of the celestial hebdomad, who then intervened on their behalf. "We were called before the Triad", Susah said, "And told to return with you".
Efrem pointed at Khy as Kaelyn said, "Are you sure, my siblings"? "My dear dove", Susah stated, "Would we error in a request from the maimed
God, himself". "Khy", Kaelyn said excitedly, "You should prepare to leave immediately". "NO"! She said loudly as the table of gibbering people grew
quiet. "Tomorrow we go to Thaymount", she said, "The Triad will have to wait". Astonishment clouded Kaelyn's face as she attempted to dissuade
her friend from angering the Gods. "Stop", she shouted, "At this moment, my only concern is the dead God Myrkul and in convincing him to
remove this fucking curse". "I will oblige Tyr when I am at liberty to do so"! She then excused her self and retired to her room, leaving the
menagerie horrified at her blatant disregard to a holy summons.