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I was sitting in a chair in one of the rooms watching the moving pictures on the box in front of me. I learned this was called a television and that it was one of the many ways people learned about different parts of their world. Jason was kind enough to show me how to use it before he left with the others for their council meeting. I found that by watching the television I had learned a number of things about this world and of the people in it. Some of the things I found to be humorous and laughed out loud, most others were either sad or frightening. I jumped when I heard Stacey scream. I grabbed one of my knives and ran upstairs to see what was wrong. She was in her bed writhing and lashing out at nothing. She must have been having a nightmare about the previous events. I sat on the beds edge and shook her.
"Stacey," I called. "Stacey wake up!"
She sat up and wrapped her arms around me. Her clothes were wet with perspiration. I hugged her tightly to stop her from shaking.
"It's okay," I told her. "It is only a dream. I'm here now."
"Where are the others?" she asked once she had calmed.
"Rachel summoned them all to a council. They should return soon."
"We're alone?"
"Yes. Why?"
She leaned in and kissed me. But there was something different about the way she did. It was more deep and passionate than before. Without warning I was shoved down onto the bed with Stacey laying on top of me, pinning me down.
"What are you doing?!" I said pushing her off and standing up. "This isn't right. We shouldn't do this."
She held my face in her hands and gazed into my eyes. "Do you love me?"
"Gerich meleth nîn," I said.
"Then how could this not be right?"
She laid back, pulling me down with her. I felt her heart beating against
my chest as we kissed deeper than we ever have before. All my emotions
were poured into that kiss. I wanted to give myself to her more than anything
at that moment, to surrender entirely. I felt something press against my
side and then a sharp pain went through my body. The last thing I saw before
falling unconscious was Stacey standing over me holding a strange object
in her hand.
"Gerich meleth nîn," ("You have my love.")