Chapter 3

Rose Incense

Don was lost in thought as he read his book on the latest theories of Quantum Physics and about starlight and time. Relaxed beneath a tree, he glanced at the waterfall that was playing such delicious music.

The acoustics of the water splashing and echoing slightly was revitalizing and soothing. Everything was peaceful. The smell of the water was refreshing; the sound of the wind and the water moving over the rocks was calming.

Don sighed happily as he kept reading, thinking about the complexity of the Universe….

Suddenly, a new scent entered his nose and he immediately went into caution mode as his eyes snapped open to what was around him.

The scent was exotic, like cinnamon, cloves, the desert wind, dates and pomegranates…and the smell of the purest red rose, burning softly like incense in a passionate sun.

He shifted his gaze towards a rustling, where the scent was coming from.

A girl, dark skinned and black haired, walked gracefully out of the trees.

She was the most amazing creature Donatello had ever seen.

Exotic, like an Arabian dancer, her face was delicate, but strong in expression, gentle and shy, her large eyes were amethyst and crystalline. The dark brows were attractively shaped over her large, beautiful eyes, and the heavy mane of shining, midnight black curls draped over her head like a beautiful headdress. Her skin was ebony dark and shining.

Her body, curvaceous and strong, was more graceful then any feline, more delicate in movement then any doe, or acrobat. Every movement was music to his eyes.

"I…I am…Sorry." She moaned in a rich, gentle, accented tone that sent shivers down his shell.

He gasped in utter horror as she started to fall and he was instantly at her side, laying her down gently and protectively, anger surging into him as he saw a large, spreading red spot on the white ghi she wore. She was wounded in the heart.

"Who did this to you?!" he demanded gently, pillowing her head with his large hand.

The silky curls hid his hand from view as he cradled the delicate head and neck. Her softness, her sweet eyes, her gorgeous scent…he was in love with her, and he didn't even know who she was.

"Please…Help…I am running out of…options…help me…" her eyes closed.

Time slowed, as her heartbeat slowed....

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"NO!"

Don screamed as he woke, bolting upright, he hit his head on the ceiling, knocking some sense into his befuddled brain.

"Man…what the shell?" he moaned as he rubbed his head gently, his gentle, chocolate brown eyes coming open.

The beautiful young girl was lingering behind his eyelids, her amethyst eyes pleading, her plumb-colored lips parted in a plea for help. Her beautiful image hung in his mind's eye and Don swallowed as he felt himself burn with hopeless longing.

His logic was going haywire as he fought back the fire that burned in his soul.

"It was just a dream…wasn't it?" he muttered tightly as he got up and went to tinker furiously with a new invention that he had said goodnight to a good five hours ago.

There was no way he would be able to sleep now…

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