swirling in the sockets of what appeared to be
an extremely tanned and buff...bodybuilder. How could a body
builder cause me to blackout? Well, maybe with his amazing pecs of
steel? Or was that buns?
"Raven, honestly. Can't you control your own
thoughts?" The voice sounded perturbed by my internal dialogue.
Clear your mind, Celeste . I told
myself. Be like the wind. I began to giggle to myself. Come to the dark side—we have cookies! That last one was
just to get his goat—he was clearly listening to my thoughts.
"Raven!"
My eyes snapped open and I was immediately
staring stone-faced into those orbs of ocean waves—pounding circles
of fierce seas cresting and falling and forcing the ocean to
resonate in my mind. I could hear the wail of the wind crying over
the waves as the foam appeared after waves disappeared into even
more waves, churning up the foam in a soft, delicate lace. All of
this I caught in just a glimpse.
That's when the sensation hit me—I was
shaking from intense power as I felt my mind being washed clean and
reorganized. My body went rigid and my head snapped back as if I
was being filled with magic—incomparable magic that had no
beginning and no end, flowing, growing, swelling. It was limitless
and I was inhaling it just as I was exhaling it. The magic swelled
through every cell in my body and escaped out of my fingertips,
leaving small streaks of blue swirling with the mist that was
moving with sentient agitation. My eyes became beacons in the misty
void and I could see two blue-green pillars of light pointing
straight into the heavens above. At least, that is where I guessed the heavens would be if I wasn't inside a misty
prison of nothing . Calm thoughts, Celeste, calm
thoughts .
My body began to relax at my mantra as the
power subsided slowly in ebbs of gradual ease. Slowly my breathing
became steady, even. My head was able to move back to its regular
position while my eyelids fluttered down to rest long lashes on my
cheeks. After one final calming breath, I opened my eyes to see who
was now standing before me in full corporal form.
Well, in a word, he was a god —strong,
broad, and impossibly tall. Really, I think this guy was a real
god—he was at least ten feet tall! My chin popped open as I gaped
up at this man, hoping that he wouldn't move even one step closer
to me because I sincerely didn't want to find out the answer to the
age-old question about men and their kilts. My mind was totally NOT
going there with this guy—it just seemed so wrong to
think about him that way at all.
My mind raced as I accessed any bit of
information about this man-god before me. Damn! Nothing! I
shook my head and leaned back on the heel of my right foot. It
looked like my legs were free to work now that Mr. Muscles had
decided to show up.
"May I ask where I am?" My voice was
emotionless—my questioning voice. Good.
The giant looked down at me and crossed his
arms, leaning back a tiny bit so that he could look down at me over
his enormous pecs. It was like he was a bouncer keeping me out of
the hottest nightclub in town.
"The Void," was his simple reply.
Yeah, it pretty much fit the name. My
body did a full 360 degree rotation as I took in details of my
surroundings that I hadn't been able to take stock of before. I
could see the ocean just past the mist...and there was a beach
although there had been nothing for the past few hours... My eyes
went straight to his churning orbs stuck under two bushy eyebrows.
Honestly, looking him straight in the eyes should have made me
queasy but it didn't—it actually brought me calm and strength. I
could feel the power of the ocean surging through me instead of
trying to destroy me. The power of the ocean . My forehead
furrowed. I could feel the worry lines forming already.
The giant rolled his eyes as he continued to
look down at me over his forearms, a distinctive air of displeasure
rolling off of his swelling muscles and down towards me and my
helpless
an extremely tanned and buff...bodybuilder. How could a body
builder cause me to blackout? Well, maybe with his amazing pecs of
steel? Or was that buns?
"Raven, honestly. Can't you control your own
thoughts?" The voice sounded perturbed by my internal dialogue.
Clear your mind, Celeste . I told
myself. Be like the wind. I began to giggle to myself. Come to the dark side—we have cookies! That last one was
just to get his goat—he was clearly listening to my thoughts.
"Raven!"
My eyes snapped open and I was immediately
staring stone-faced into those orbs of ocean waves—pounding circles
of fierce seas cresting and falling and forcing the ocean to
resonate in my mind. I could hear the wail of the wind crying over
the waves as the foam appeared after waves disappeared into even
more waves, churning up the foam in a soft, delicate lace. All of
this I caught in just a glimpse.
That's when the sensation hit me—I was
shaking from intense power as I felt my mind being washed clean and
reorganized. My body went rigid and my head snapped back as if I
was being filled with magic—incomparable magic that had no
beginning and no end, flowing, growing, swelling. It was limitless
and I was inhaling it just as I was exhaling it. The magic swelled
through every cell in my body and escaped out of my fingertips,
leaving small streaks of blue swirling with the mist that was
moving with sentient agitation. My eyes became beacons in the misty
void and I could see two blue-green pillars of light pointing
straight into the heavens above. At least, that is where I guessed the heavens would be if I wasn't inside a misty
prison of nothing . Calm thoughts, Celeste, calm
thoughts .
My body began to relax at my mantra as the
power subsided slowly in ebbs of gradual ease. Slowly my breathing
became steady, even. My head was able to move back to its regular
position while my eyelids fluttered down to rest long lashes on my
cheeks. After one final calming breath, I opened my eyes to see who
was now standing before me in full corporal form.
Well, in a word, he was a god —strong,
broad, and impossibly tall. Really, I think this guy was a real
god—he was at least ten feet tall! My chin popped open as I gaped
up at this man, hoping that he wouldn't move even one step closer
to me because I sincerely didn't want to find out the answer to the
age-old question about men and their kilts. My mind was totally NOT
going there with this guy—it just seemed so wrong to
think about him that way at all.
My mind raced as I accessed any bit of
information about this man-god before me. Damn! Nothing! I
shook my head and leaned back on the heel of my right foot. It
looked like my legs were free to work now that Mr. Muscles had
decided to show up.
"May I ask where I am?" My voice was
emotionless—my questioning voice. Good.
The giant looked down at me and crossed his
arms, leaning back a tiny bit so that he could look down at me over
his enormous pecs. It was like he was a bouncer keeping me out of
the hottest nightclub in town.
"The Void," was his simple reply.
Yeah, it pretty much fit the name. My
body did a full 360 degree rotation as I took in details of my
surroundings that I hadn't been able to take stock of before. I
could see the ocean just past the mist...and there was a beach
although there had been nothing for the past few hours... My eyes
went straight to his churning orbs stuck under two bushy eyebrows.
Honestly, looking him straight in the eyes should have made me
queasy but it didn't—it actually brought me calm and strength. I
could feel the power of the ocean surging through me instead of
trying to destroy me. The power of the ocean . My forehead
furrowed. I could feel the worry lines forming already.
The giant rolled his eyes as he continued to
look down at me over his forearms, a distinctive air of displeasure
rolling off of his swelling muscles and down towards me and my
helpless
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