wondered what might have caused such blazes. Jolting him, the raging, maniacal voices of the Naemarians perked up in his mind like a guard dog that’s scented fresh meat. A ship, a ship, find a ship to Carvina! cried the voices . If the voices were an actual person, Nikulo would have slapped them countless times and shoved a heap of shit down their mouth. And set it on fire . He was so sick of hearing them speak to him unannounced.
While frolicking with Callith and watching her sleep after she was spent, Nikulo had found himself with many quiet hours to think. He knew he’d acted badly by killing her husband, and he regretted it. And if he blindly chased off to Carvina, following the Naemarian’s commands, he’d surely find himself with little benefits to himself. More likely risk his life. The Naemarians weren’t interested in helping him; he knew they would consume his mind and body in pursuit of getting what they wanted: the Starwalker’s fragment.
Even if there was a chance of finding the fragment again, Nikulo was determined to never again touch a fragment of such immense power. He simply wasn’t able to channel such a staggering force. What would happen to his body after the Naemarians and the fragment’s power possessed him so completely? Legends spoke of such creatures. Mist wraiths that roamed the land at night, searching for souls to devour .
His mind always reached the same conclusion after thinking for hours and hours about his predicament. He had to somehow sever the mental link to the Naemarians. And find a way fast before he reached the springs to the north of Carvina and disappeared forever. Death and disintegration of your mind awaits you there , Nikulo told himself, and he was certain it was true. He rather hated the idea of losing his mind. The last few torturous days in Naru were bad enough, but to endure a lifetime of suffering?
“Will you at least say goodbye before you leave?” Nikulo was surprised to hear Callith’s sleepy voice. Her frisky figure rose from the bed and she stretched and yawned in a delighted sigh. She’d been rather energetic in the middle of the night. Her pretty blue eyes stared at him with a rueful longing. Did it really matter if he left so soon for Carvina? Perhaps if he pretended to visit the harbor each day and inquired rudely about ships he would be rejected and the Naemarians placated. Since they no longer inhabited his body, he believed they had no way of reading his mind. But somehow they can sense where you are and what you’re doing , Nikulo had observed.
“Of course I will,” he said, and gave her a lascivious grin that caused her lithe figure to tremble in a fit of giggles. She crossed slender arms over her small breasts in a sham display of modesty. That wasn’t how she acted last night , Nikulo thought. He found himself counting dwindling reasons to leave for Carvina.
“Is it really necessary for us to wake?” She crawled over and stretched out her little hands to draw close the canvas flap, and she turned and displayed more of her fine figure to him. He inhaled the sweet scent of her skin and tried to rouse himself out of her entrancement, knowing they needed to make their way down to the docks. He was unsuccessful.
“You’re going to kill me,” complained Nikulo, and without coyness she straddled him and seized his chubby cheeks.
“If I’d wanted to kill you I would have done so days ago when I was still slightly angry at you.” She prodded playfully at the mound of flesh protecting his belly. “You’re so adorably soft.”
Nikulo groaned and rolled his eyes, and tossed her aside. “Get dressed, there will be plenty of time for that later tonight.”
Outside, the soothing sea breeze brought a wave of relief from the murderous heat that had plagued them all along their journey west. A low, wispy fog hung over the seaward side of the city, slowly melting away by the strengthening sun. With the light rising stronger now, he
While frolicking with Callith and watching her sleep after she was spent, Nikulo had found himself with many quiet hours to think. He knew he’d acted badly by killing her husband, and he regretted it. And if he blindly chased off to Carvina, following the Naemarian’s commands, he’d surely find himself with little benefits to himself. More likely risk his life. The Naemarians weren’t interested in helping him; he knew they would consume his mind and body in pursuit of getting what they wanted: the Starwalker’s fragment.
Even if there was a chance of finding the fragment again, Nikulo was determined to never again touch a fragment of such immense power. He simply wasn’t able to channel such a staggering force. What would happen to his body after the Naemarians and the fragment’s power possessed him so completely? Legends spoke of such creatures. Mist wraiths that roamed the land at night, searching for souls to devour .
His mind always reached the same conclusion after thinking for hours and hours about his predicament. He had to somehow sever the mental link to the Naemarians. And find a way fast before he reached the springs to the north of Carvina and disappeared forever. Death and disintegration of your mind awaits you there , Nikulo told himself, and he was certain it was true. He rather hated the idea of losing his mind. The last few torturous days in Naru were bad enough, but to endure a lifetime of suffering?
“Will you at least say goodbye before you leave?” Nikulo was surprised to hear Callith’s sleepy voice. Her frisky figure rose from the bed and she stretched and yawned in a delighted sigh. She’d been rather energetic in the middle of the night. Her pretty blue eyes stared at him with a rueful longing. Did it really matter if he left so soon for Carvina? Perhaps if he pretended to visit the harbor each day and inquired rudely about ships he would be rejected and the Naemarians placated. Since they no longer inhabited his body, he believed they had no way of reading his mind. But somehow they can sense where you are and what you’re doing , Nikulo had observed.
“Of course I will,” he said, and gave her a lascivious grin that caused her lithe figure to tremble in a fit of giggles. She crossed slender arms over her small breasts in a sham display of modesty. That wasn’t how she acted last night , Nikulo thought. He found himself counting dwindling reasons to leave for Carvina.
“Is it really necessary for us to wake?” She crawled over and stretched out her little hands to draw close the canvas flap, and she turned and displayed more of her fine figure to him. He inhaled the sweet scent of her skin and tried to rouse himself out of her entrancement, knowing they needed to make their way down to the docks. He was unsuccessful.
“You’re going to kill me,” complained Nikulo, and without coyness she straddled him and seized his chubby cheeks.
“If I’d wanted to kill you I would have done so days ago when I was still slightly angry at you.” She prodded playfully at the mound of flesh protecting his belly. “You’re so adorably soft.”
Nikulo groaned and rolled his eyes, and tossed her aside. “Get dressed, there will be plenty of time for that later tonight.”
Outside, the soothing sea breeze brought a wave of relief from the murderous heat that had plagued them all along their journey west. A low, wispy fog hung over the seaward side of the city, slowly melting away by the strengthening sun. With the light rising stronger now, he
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