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Wykester University: Discovery: 3 Reflections and Reactions
With a graceful swoop, the creature landed gently to the side of Kiersten as everyone stood transfixed by the sudden appearance. Mr. Davidson quickly recalled his strength and formed a protective barrier around Kiersten and the others as the creature lowered its neck. Surprisingly enough, a young man fell from the creature.
"Do not worry, I am not here to hurt this Archangel, or Kiersten as he is called here." The man spoke in a slightly accented tone that fell upon the residents of Wykester University as do waves on the beach, calming and soothing. "Young Archangel, you are the one spoken by the prophecies to slowly regain the memory of ancient and bring back the old knowledge. That is why the Ten shall be after you, and it is my job, as Warrior of Navuz, to protect you, The other eight shall join us shortly but until then, I must ask you to remain in my eyesight at all times. Can anyone here take Vikim to a nearby water source? He is a leaviasth, water dragons, and requires the cool of the water."
"Tell me Warrior of Navuz..."
"Please call me Tritanian, Mark Davidson."
"Very well Tritanian, how can we trust you?"
"I believe you will recognize this?" Tritanian slowly pulled out a necklace with a glowing pendant, pure blue, turning different shades of the color.
"Oh my," Mr. Davidson let out an audible gasp, "the sacred pendant of Navuz, the key to the Temple of Navuz, handed only to the true Warrior of Navuz. Please forgive my rudeness, Tritanian."
"You were only protecting Kiersten Mark, it was to be expected. And who might you be?" Tritanian directed the question toward a confused Hayden, who, unknowingly, was still clutching Kiersten as if his life depended on it.
"Uhh....Hayden, sir," he replied nervously, unsure if he was going to be scolded for something.
"Relax Hayden. I was only going to tell you that you might not want to choke young Kiersten, or Kierst, as you would love to call him. I must admit, it makes a good nickname, and don't look so surprised, I'm not Warrior of Navuz for no reason. Hmmm.....? Ah, Firlina is approaching at a rapid speed. She must be bringing Sirochio." Sure enough, the wind beat ferociously as another winged creature came down in the cafeteria, through the broken wall that Vikim and Tritanian had created. "My lovely dear, how was your journey?"
"Oh quit with the sappy stuff Tritanian. You know that bothers me. And where is the famed one? Ah, yes, quite the looker indeed. And a troubled heart? Need time to think about what he's currently feeling and going through. It is a tough time, love, but you'll get through it. Don't worry about that, there are people more than willing to help if you allow them in and around your protective barriers." Firlina was a beauty to behold, flaming red hair that fell to her waist, deep, piercing red eyes, pouty lips, small face, with a beautiful body. Her voice was also accented, but with a bit more ferocity. "How are you doing Mark? It has been ages since I've seen you, you haven't changed a but you hermit."
"Trixie wouldn't be happy Firlina. She held personal grudges against people who insulted me."
"Don't worry, she won't be here for a while, I made sure of that," smiled Firlina with a wicked smile and playful eyes.
"Firlina, you didn't give her any trouble did you?" asked Mr. Davidson in a semi-mock concerned voice.
"Actually, it was me Mark, but now is not the time for personal reminisces. We have a duty to tend to. Hayden, if you would so kindly as to let go of Kierst, I would like to have a small talk with him. Don't worry, I won't hurt him in any way, not that I could with Nature, but still, he's all yours." Tritanian said with a devious smirk and a wink.
"Why do you all talk as if I didn't even exist here? Did you for a moment think how I would feel about what's going on? I found out that I'm this famous Archangel who's supposed to remember some dumb past and get attacked and killed by the Ten Archangels? And why the Hell do you all talk about my love life. Why can't you just fuck off?"
"Kierst, it's just..."
"Don't call me that, that's not my name."
"Very well Kiersten, I shall handle this you two. Kiersten do you think, we could talk for a little bit? Please? I promise I won't berate you too much."
"No, I just want to be left alone." With that, Kiersten got up and left the cafeteria without even the slightest glance back. As Hayden got up to follow him, Firlina stood up and got in front of him and pushed him back.
"Why do you take that bull shit and crap from him, huh? You can do much better but yet here you go around following him like a sick, lost little puppy."
"Because I fucking care. I felt what he went through, and it's perfectly understandable why he's like that. Now move before I make you move," he finished as his eyes started to glow their beautiful silver.
"There might yet be hope for him. Hayden, whatever you do, just never give up on Kiersten, ok? Promise me that, he needs to be loved or he'll end up killing himself and do more damage than can even be imagined," Firlina replied in a relieved voice.
"Just move." Hayden defiantly passed Firlina only to be stopped dead in his tracks when an ear-splitting scream issued from outside. With all haste, everyone piled out only to be staring at Kiersten as he clutched his head, unshed tears formed in his eyes, waiting to fall. Hayden immediately started to movie when Tritanian stopped him. "MOVE!" shouted Hayden but Mark sent him a message that told him to not do anything or there would be more trouble for Kiersten.
"The Ninth is seeing what it can do without direct contact. We three should be enough," assessed Tritanian as he slowly approached Kiersten, pulling out the pendant.
"But I can't reveal..."
"Would you rather let him die?" asked Firlina without any emotion.
"Well, of course not. Of I suppose it had to come out somehow." Mr. Davidson closed his eyes, reached into his back packet, and pulled out a necklace and pendant similar to the one in Tritanian's hand, except that it it's color and glow was a clearish-color. And the moment it glowed, Mr. Davidson's skin was torn and in its place was a young man, barely 20, with a look of confidence and a certain air that induced dignity and handsomess, as the new Mr. Davidson was truly a sculpture, putting to shame Michelangelo's David, his eyes, now a mysterious clearish tint. Firlina took out her own pendant, that's color and glow was red, and soon, all three pendants glowed a bright shade of their respective glow. Joined by glowing eyes, they circled around Kiersten. The pendants shot beams of pure energy that was respective to their element, connecting each other, and the respective owners flared their eyes till the glow had surrounded the pendants, themselves, and Kiersten in the middle. Ever so slowly, Kiersten began to calm down.
<You might have won for now, but the Ten are watching...> came an eerie, distant voice, almost foreboding. Kiersten started to fall but Hayden jumped in only to be lashed out by Firlina. She shot him a stern look and tentatively went to see Kiersten. She found him crying silently, his body starting to wrack in sobs.
"Aww baby, what's wrong? You can tell me," she said in the most motherly tone she could muster.
"It's.....it's...horrible...the pictures.....death..........war...........laughing......" Kiersten was overtaken by more sobs as he recalled to his own memory of what he saw, and the voice...<Remembering already are you? You have more power than I assumed, but let's see what I can do. How about a simple mind-reading, yes that would do good.>
"Oh my, Mark, he's already starting to remember. Do you..." A huge break in the ground interrupted her in mid sentence. Kiersten looked down tearily to find the face of yet another piece of eye candy, staring back at him with teasing, and warm, brown colored eyes. With a single leap, the man broke the surface and landed, Indian-style next to Kiersten. He gave a lopsided grin, a toothy smile, and pulled Kiersten into his lap from Firlina and started rocking back and forth, clutching him tightly, whispering that everything it was going to be okay. A look of pure jealousy streaked across Hayden's face but he stood still, afraid of the possibility of hurting his lover even more. 'Yes, lover he thought.'
"If all of you could please leave us alone for now, we would be grateful," requested Mr. Davidson. "Lylene, please take care of things."
"Of course. Everyone follow me. Hayden, come along now, no one wants to leave Kiersten alone, but I assure that these Warriors can take care of him. Remember, more are on their way." Hayden turned to leave, albeit leaving hesitantly; praying that Kiersten just might call him back, but it never came.
"It's good to see you again, Gimwir."
"Likewise, Mark," said Gimwir, the Warrior of Quidos. "I believe the others will be here very shortly. They had already left when I was just starting to leave."
Kiersten slowly picked himself out of the protective hands of Gimwir, simply said thank you, and turned around to leave.
"Kiersten, I'm afraid we can't let you leave. The Ten will want you to die more than ever, now that you have started to remember," finished a concerned Gimwir.
"I just need some time alone to think, Sir. I'll just be around here." That finished, Kiersten slowly walked off and turned to follow the edge of the lake as it wound itself around Wykester University. As Gimwir got up to follow behind from a safe distance, Mark replied:
"Don't worry, Kiersten will be fine. Wykester Area is guarded better than you think. Now that I have turned on the full blast security, the only way to hurt someone in here is by hand-to-hand combat or magic within a few feet. He'll be fine, he's a fighter."
"I hope you right."
"Oh stop being such a fuss. Just because you're the most fatherly of the group doesn't mean you're the only one that cares about him. Poor boy, he's gone through so much, and now, he has to go through pain unimaginable, the remembrance of the past - the War of Nilve, especially.
The wind blew softly through Kiersten's blackish-brown, red highlights hair as it fell over his eyes and was picked up again, only to be dropped again as the process continued. He smiled to himself, remembering the time his mother had freaked out when he came home with red highlights. He had gone to school that day in the 10th grade when his friends told him he should get red highlights that would complement his dark brown/light black eyes. He had decided what the heck and went with them after school to get highlights and on the return, when his mom found out, he got a severe lecture. Kiersten just finally said, 'Mom, I know you like it so please stop berating me.' 'I...oh you know me too well Kiersten. Kids these days...you could have at least asked me though.' He stared out at the lake and noticed a pier that was near the beginning of the entrance to the forest, to which he walked up to and sat down, dangling his legs in the water. Another memory, forgotten for so long, erupted in his heart. His dad and he had gone out on a father-son fishing and camping trip to the nearby forest resort where they had special permits to camp near the creek. That was his first time ever Kiersten had gone fishing and his father had taught him all the tricks, do's and don'ts as little Kiersten, barely 9 years old, sat and listened intently. Kiersten caught his first every fish on the first ever try, and his father congratulated him and had a huge smile when they had returned home and his mom gaped at the sight of the huge fish and immediately set out to invite all their friends to eat dinner as the fish could have fed about 10 people. Kiersten's parents....the two people in his life that he cared about most, that mattered more than anything, the ones he had made the promise to make a difference in the world even if he couldn't bear to do it anymore. They had told him they would always be there for and with him...but fate had thrown him a curve ball. They had died, when he was 14, in an accident. He had barely survived, but at that time, he tried everything to kill himself. The nurses were always kept at his bed, just in case he tried anything else. With the help of a psychiatrist, he realized that he would never be alone because thought his parents weren't with him in physical form, they would always be in his heart and soul, spiritually. After that death, he never let anyone become close to him. He distanced his friends without them realizing, and put on the act of deceit- he wore a mask everyday, a mask of happiness and contentment though deep inside, he was hollow and cold. He had known at that time that if he continued to feel like this and keep people out, that he would forget feelings, forget love, and forget himself. But yet again, it seemed that fate was throwing him another curve ball. 'What's up with Hayden? Is he attracted to me?' ran through Kiersten's mind as he sat and pondered. Hayden was definitely a masterpiece if grace and beauty. Light brown, and the dirtiest-blonde highlights Kiersten had ever seen adorned the scalp of Hayden. His mysterious silver eyes gave off an aura that induced horrible excitement. A regular nose sat in the middle of the face, pointing directly to his full lips, scarlet in color. Perfect cheekbones finished off the face and led down to his body and lower portion. He was definitely muscled, with very defined pecs, washboard stomach, and an 8-pack to envy. His biceps and triceps were very well formed, and his clothes did little to hide it. Including his lower regions. Hayden's endowments looked pretty majestic, though Kiersten wasn't sure how big they could get. His legs were powerful and defined, yet not huge, obscene trunks of muscle. And that smile of his could melt Kiersten's heart. It seemed such a genuine and sincere smile. Many people had good reason to accuse Kiersten of being paranoid and a skeptic, because though appearance such as Hayden's were glorious, he wouldn't even faze for a single second. To him, looks were just icing on the caking, fine and dandy, the thing he really cared about the heart. He had never been in love before, but the very few times he had found out who his secret admirers were, he realized that they didn't love him, but lusted after him. Possibly the reason he had never dated. That brought up another question in his mind. It didn't look like Wykester University had any problem with homosexuals; in fact, it almost seemed as if they promoted it. But back to the point of Hayden, Kiersten remembered the expressions that dealt on Hayden's face when he had interacted him. The look of jealousy, happiness, and hurt, all accompanied by some form of hope. 'Does he really like me? Or is this just a game?' He thought and thought, but he couldn't come up with a concrete answer, all he knew was that Hayden seemed pretty sincere enough. 'And what do I feel for him, if anything at all?' Feelings that disgusted him started to arise; he tried with all his might to push them down, but to no avail. Hope glimmered within his soul as he for once, accepted that there might yet be a love life for him. His heart gushed with joy as he felt once more, the feelings of true joy as he had with his parents. He looked above to see if his parents could see him back, and he whispered: 'Mom, Dad, I hope this isn't conception, because I'm falling, and falling hard.' With new curiosity as to find the meaning of his feelings and a renewed genuine smile, that had reappeared after4 years, he started walking back. 'Even though it may be love, and he may love me, I'm not ready for a relationship. Especially with all these power things going on. I really do hope it settles soon. I want to feel love and give love again...; he finished in a forlorn note.'
At the same time Kiersten had been reflecting on his feelings, Hayden was doing much the same. Hayden had followed Mrs. Srybe unwillingly, but with no choice, falling to the very end of the group. Mrs. Srybe led them around, almost in circles, around the edges of the mountains, the lake, and finally, entering the forest. It seemed at least one person kept an eye on him at all times, wary of what the could possibly be feeling. 'Why does he always push me away? Hayden thought.' An inner voice told him: 'He's been hurt, greatly in the past, and that is why he has closed himself.' 'But there has to be something I can do. Firlina told me not to give up on him and I have no intention of doing that. I can only guess how hard this is for him. He had lost his family, and lost all prospects of happiness and he hasn't felt it in so long, that he barely even remembers what it's like. I'll have to show him, even if it means fighting with him. I know one thing though; I can't live without my family and friends. He must feel terrible. All those memories reminding him constantly. I promise this to you Kierst, I will love you no matter how much you despise me. And I will always be there...'
"Earth to Hayden! You in there?" came the sweet voice of Dave as he had joined Hayden at the very end of the group.
"Sorry, just spacing out there."
"Sure you were. Look, if you need to talk, I'm always there for you, okay?"
"Thanks. But I have one question, do you know if Kierst completely despises me?"
"I'll tell you, but not here. The whole group is pretty much listening. Here, let's sneak out here. Come on." With that, the two bounded off into the edges of the lake, near the end of the forest.
As Kiersten turned to return back to the place where he had last left the Warriors, he heard whispering.
"Oh my God Dave. That feels so good. Keep going," grunted the voice of Hayden, sounding as if he was reaching a climax or something.
"Your so beautiful, and your dick is perfect, Kiersten, you stud!" replied the voice of Dave as Kiersten caught the sight of something he never wanted to see in his life - Dave was on his knees with Hayden standing naked as the day he was born, more beautiful, everything revealed and free to the world, giving him a blowjob, and what appeared to be a mind-blowing blowjob as Hayden was grunting and bucking as he reached his climax and let spurt after spurt of his cum fly into the eager, awaiting mouth of Dave.
Kiersten's heart stopped beating....and all through Earth...Nature stood stock still, amassing something....
Tristan: Hey guyz! How ya'll doing. Sorry it took me so long to get this out, but with college and making the story a little longer, I had to postpone sending it. I allowed Kiersten and Hayden to reflect so you could understand them a little better, but not enough for you to know everything about them. There is a reason for this, and it will become clear later. Email me back with what you think, especially to what happened at the end. From now on, I will be only able to get in one story per week, very rarely two, but I will try, so please cut me some slack. I really do hope you like this. The next chapter will include one of the Ten, so you can await that. Remember, email me. forgotten_secretz@yahoo.com