Immortal Wars: Light, Blood, & Tears Part 8

(Disclaimer: A warning to those who continue.  This is a sequel to a previous story.  Both of these were written in the mid-1990’s.  While the first one was slightly edited and vanity press published, this one has not been touched in over 20 years.  I figure I should do something with it and people may get a laugh or fright from how I used to be.  Every author comes from somewhere, so this is part of my origin.  To that end, I am deeply sorry for whatever nightmares I will inflict on the literary world and the American English language.  Enjoy?)


“You can’t possibly be serious!” yells Fate.  He has just started to relax in the bedroom that he shares with Miracle.  It is a lot bigger than most of the other living quarters and the room has more than the usual bed, chairs, and table.  As always, a large, floating crystal supplies light that is as bright as ten lightbulbs.  One corner of the room is filled with tall, multi-colored flowers and a circle of soft, cushioned chairs is placed near the other side of the room.

“I am serious.  Just give her a chance and then we will all be happy.  You know what she’ll do if you keep saying no,” responds Miracle as she puts on a long nightshirt with a picture of a roaring tiger on the front.

“She is the least responsible out of us all.  Anything I can think of and more could go wrong with that spoiled brat in charge.  I’m supposed to relax and I can’t do that if I’m worrying about the base imploding.”

“Listen to you.  You’re treating her like the stuck up pest she was a year ago.  We both know that she’s changed.”

“Not that much.  Hydrana is much friendlier and not as obnoxious as she used to be.  I’ll admit that to anyone who dares to say otherwise.  But she still tries to avoid most of her responsibilities.  And she doesn’t seem to care who gets hurt in the process.  Whether it is one of us or one of Adriana’s gang, it doesn’t matter to her as long as she does what she wants.”  Fate goes into the large, walk-in closet to find his nightclothes before Miracle can get another word in.

“Do you hate her?” she suddenly asks when he comes back into the room wearing a pair of black boxer shorts.

“No.  After we spent a full month together, fighting an army of those immortal hunters, I trust and respect her.  She is a very good warrior, but that doesn’t make her a leader or a second-in-command.”

“I thought you just said that you trusted her.  Look, Fate.  We can discuss this at a later date.  Come to bed,” says Miracle as she slips under the thick, gray blanket.

“I trust her to a point.  I simply told her that she had to prove herself.  I want her to show me that she can handle leader-like decisions,” mentions the Mars guardian as he starts pacing back and forth.

“I should have expected this on the first night of relaxation.  You are not going to let this thing go any time soon.  Just don’t pace anymore because it’s making me nauseous.  I said stop.”  The black-haired immortal uses her birthright power to create a metal wall in front of her boyfriend.  Since he is still lost in his thoughts, Fate walks right into it.

“Ouch.  What was that for?”

“For not paying attention to me, which is becoming a life-threatening habit of yours.  Now, tell me what happened when you talked with Delila.  All I know about is the practice session and what she had said.  Something in your little story is missing.  Was she in a bad mood because she had a fight with Steve this afternoon?  He got on her case about being irresponsible and mentioned . . . her . . .parents.”

“What’s wrong?”

Miracle gracefully jumps out of the bed and looks Fate directly into his deep, blue eyes before saying, “You didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” asks Fate as he collapses into a nearby chair.

“Did you by any chance mention her parents?  Be honest or else I’ll throw you through the wall and into the sun.”

“Yes.  I did.  Then, she attacked me and I had no choice but to throw her over the bar.  Next thing I know, she’s crying and telling me about her childhood, which wasn’t a happy one.  She was really scared of her father and I have a strange feeling far in the back of my head why that is.  It’s like one of those dark ideas that one doesn’t want to believe is true.”

“Never mention Hydrana’s parents in front of her.  She either breaks down crying or makes Psylon look like a harmless nun.  Her parents treated her like an unwanted dog instead of a human being.  The worst is that her father sexually abused her when she was a small child and he also beat her mother.  I’ve been privately talking with her about handling the memories.  She feels safer talking to another woman about her problems.  But, how could you do that to her?  She was only asking if she could help you by taking away a few of your problems.”

“You knew about it?  You knew about her past and didn’t bother to tell me about it?  And I’m the one that is being blamed here.”  Fate jumps to his feet and walks over to Miracle.  She sticks out her arm and calmly shoves Fate back into the seat before staring him down.

“Yeah.  It’s called keeping a promise, Edward.  She first told me when we were returning to Earth and she made me promise not to tell anyone.  She really didn’t want you and Steve to find out.  But since she told you, I don’t have anything more to do with keeping it a secret,” says Miracle as she sits on the edge of the bed.

“A small warning would have been nice,” mutters Fate.

“I guess it would have helped.”  Miracle yawns and slowly slips back into bed as Fate gets up from the chair and massages his neck.

“You’re not as sorry as I am.  This morning she mentioned that she had something to do to one of the space skimmers.  She was going to test some new improvements on the engines and adding some weaponry.  I should go apologize.”

“Do it tomorrow.  Now, come to bed before I make a bullet train run you over several times,” orders Miracle in a tired, yet utterly playful, voice.

“But I’m not tired.  Sleep can wait,” Fate replies.

“Maybe it can, but I can’t wait.  Besides, who said anything about us sleeping tonight?”

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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3 Responses to Immortal Wars: Light, Blood, & Tears Part 8

  1. L. Marie says:

    Something tells me that he should apologize right now because tomorrow might be too late. But I could be wrong. 😃


  2. Pingback: Immortal Wars: Light, Blood, & Tears Part 9 | Legends of Windemere

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