Visionary Kiss I & II & III
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Adult ++
Chapters:
50
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3,133
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Visionary Kiss I 5
Visionary Kiss I Part Five
Night had fallen, and Willow could see the stars through the tiny window. This made her sad, knowing that during this night many people would die, and the little voice in her head that told her that all of this had already happened wasn't helping. Sure, she came from the future, and these events had already taken place, but this time it was different, because she had known what was going to happen, and she had not been able to stop it.
I have to see him one last time," she whispered, already creating a magic mirror with gestures of her hands, forming magical signs that had been the first Language of Magic in a time in which speech had not yet been invented.
Before long, Willow could see into a clear, shimmering surface, and now she only needed to find someone who saw him at that moment.
"I call on you, Chons, God of the Moon, known Oracle, Son of Amon and Mut. I call on you in this night of need. Show me what needs to be seen," she whispered
again and again, until she could see into one of the halls of the palace.
As the person whose eyes she was able to use looked down at her hands, the witch immediately knew that it was the Princess Nefertiri. She had only seen her a few times, but she liked the woman who loved her father and was good to all people. And she was a real fighter.
The Princess was standing on one of the many balconies that surrounded the Palace. What shocked the redhead the most was that she could look directly into the
room in which Imhotep was standing, waiting. Willow knew who would soon arrive.
She was not surprised when, only minutes later, Anck-su-namun herself entered the room and some of the priests who were always around Imhotep left, and closed the heavy doors behind him.
From Nefertiri's point of view, she could not see his face, but she knew that the High Priest looked happy, and Willow ware tre that he was happy to see his love,
not knowing that soon all hell would break loose. Then she came to the conclusion that not only she and the priest knew about the affair.
Nefertiri was still standing there, watching how her father's concubine kissed the High Priest. Now she understood why she, in the training which took place everyday with the other woman, had always fought as if she wanted to kill her.
Willow moaned, as a new part of the puzzle fell into place, which completed the whole picture. Princess Nefertiri was in love with Imhotep, or at the very least, had feelings for him. And then her father, Pharaoh Seti the First, brought Anck-su-namun home, a woman no older than his daughter, and this woman not only bewitched Seti, taking away his attention, but also Imhotep.
"I wonder why she has not already killed her?" Willow asked the image of the kissing couple. "Oh, I know why. The Princess would never do such a thing."
Princess Nefertiri was a pure soul, something she herself had been, once upon a time. But no longer was she the kind, loving woman who had always felt bad after she watched a vampire die. She had killed, out of anger and hate; and since that day she knew that she was able to do so to save the lives of her friends, or her own.
The two lonely woman calmly watched the couple on display from the balcony, and a little cark chamber in the Temple. The kiss ended and the High Priest was forced to hide as the Pharaoh entered the room. It was happening just as it had in her vision, which made Willow certain that the rest would come true in this night, as Isis had told her only hours before.
One last look at the pained face of Imhotep as he heard his love die, and she could no longer stand it. Her heart was breaking for him.
She knew all too well what emotions would turn his world upside down in this moment. Again she could see the face of her beloved Tara, the blank eyes, her grave, and the cutting pain was still there, deep in her heart. It was no longer breathtaking, but it was still there.
Speaking a brief thanks to Chons, she destroyed the mirror, rolled herself into a little ball, and cried for all the wasted life, for the wasted love, for Imhotep, and for herself.
**Child, it is time.**
Willow opened her eyes, and she had to smile at her Goddess. She had slept a few hours, no longer, after she had decided that she would save him the next time.
"Is it over?" she could not stop herself, she needed to ask this question.
**You know that it has only just begun. But, yes, my Child, he is already buried.**
The Goddess sounded sad. Her smile had changed. It was no longer the shining smile she used to show,. Willow saw that the Goddess disliked the things that had taken place this night.
"Mother, may I ask you a favor?"
**I know what you want, my Child, and yes you will have your will in this.**
"Thank you, Mother."
And so the Goddess and Willow, still wearing the clothes of a slave, but now in her own body, left the chamber. Inside lay a slave with the name Isetnofret, a small sleeping form that would soon wake from a week full of dreams.
**This is the place, my Child. Call me when you are ready to go.**
With these words the Goddess dissolved, leaving the small woman alone. Willow looked around her. The sun had already started to rise; the night would soon be forgotten, but not by everyone.
She looked towards the huge statue of Anubis, the jackal-headed God of death she had already seen in her vision. Shaking her head, she laid down on the sand, directly above the sarcophagus of Imhotep, separated from him by masses of ancient sand.
Closing her eyes, she laid her hand on the sand. Reaching out with her mind she tried to find him. Finally, after many minutes in which the sky started to turn orange, she found him. Tears started to slide down her face, as she felt the pain, fear, hate, and loss he was feeling.
'Imhotep, hear what I tell you,' she whispered in her mind, hoping that he was not already too far gone into insanity. Through the screams, she finally heard him. She felt him wonder who she was, and then felt him understand.
**Isetnofret?**
The witch smiled. She would miss this name; over the past week she had become used to being called by it.
'Yes, it is I. You must listen. I would love to help you, but now is not the time. I tried everything, but I failed you. The only thing I can do for you now, is ease your pain.'
**You must free me.**
The pleading was so full of hurt and fear, that Willow had to remember that she was not here to do so.
'I cannot do that. Remember that I will be doing everything to help you.'
And with these words spoken only in his mind, she started to chant. This was something she could do; she needed to do. It would be hard enough for him to stay sane over the millennia, he did not need to feel the pain of the bugs that were eating him alive, which would not stop until the day he was freed from his grave.
As she pleaded to all of the goddesses she could think of for their blessing, she already felt how the pain was diverted away from him.
'I will do my best next time.'
With this promise, she left his mind, and when she was sure she was no longer linked with him, she whispered, "And I will do everything I can, my friend, Imhotep, High Priest of Osiris, Keeper of the Dead, to save you and your soul."
Standing, she brushed the sand from her clothes, needing this normal action to get hold of her emotions. "Isis, my Mother, I am now ready to go."
This time, the Goddess appeared with her head tilted to one side, a wicked little smirk on her face.
**My Child, I know what you have done. This again shows me that I have chosen well. This may be the door you will need to find the way into his soul when he is back to walk the earth. Maybe you will save us all in the next destination.**
The Goddess held out her hand, and Willow took it, knowing that her Goddess was pleased with her, but not knowing that the whole scene had been observed. Both woman dissolve, still talking.
"Mother, what will happen to Isetnofret? The Priests are dead, or soon will be, and she is still in the Temple."
**Child, she will be freed by a man who will fall in love with her. Believe me, she will live a happy life. He is not a poor man; to be honest, he is one of the mumias. Soon she will no longer be a slave, and she will have many children.**
Out of the shadow of the statue, the Head Mumia, he who had closed the sarcophagus, walked into the first sunbeams of the new day. He walked over to the place where he had buried the High Priest, murderer, and person he had once called friend; the place where only minutes ago a slave girl had been, a girl who had spoken to the Goddess Isis in that same spot.
They had talked about saving Imhotep; saving his soul. He had to tell the others about this incident, to make sure that when the day came, a mumia would be there who would know about her. Maybe with a little help, the redhead would be able to break the curse.
End Visionary Kiss I Part Five.1
End Visionary Kiss I
Night had fallen, and Willow could see the stars through the tiny window. This made her sad, knowing that during this night many people would die, and the little voice in her head that told her that all of this had already happened wasn't helping. Sure, she came from the future, and these events had already taken place, but this time it was different, because she had known what was going to happen, and she had not been able to stop it.
I have to see him one last time," she whispered, already creating a magic mirror with gestures of her hands, forming magical signs that had been the first Language of Magic in a time in which speech had not yet been invented.
Before long, Willow could see into a clear, shimmering surface, and now she only needed to find someone who saw him at that moment.
"I call on you, Chons, God of the Moon, known Oracle, Son of Amon and Mut. I call on you in this night of need. Show me what needs to be seen," she whispered
again and again, until she could see into one of the halls of the palace.
As the person whose eyes she was able to use looked down at her hands, the witch immediately knew that it was the Princess Nefertiri. She had only seen her a few times, but she liked the woman who loved her father and was good to all people. And she was a real fighter.
The Princess was standing on one of the many balconies that surrounded the Palace. What shocked the redhead the most was that she could look directly into the
room in which Imhotep was standing, waiting. Willow knew who would soon arrive.
She was not surprised when, only minutes later, Anck-su-namun herself entered the room and some of the priests who were always around Imhotep left, and closed the heavy doors behind him.
From Nefertiri's point of view, she could not see his face, but she knew that the High Priest looked happy, and Willow ware tre that he was happy to see his love,
not knowing that soon all hell would break loose. Then she came to the conclusion that not only she and the priest knew about the affair.
Nefertiri was still standing there, watching how her father's concubine kissed the High Priest. Now she understood why she, in the training which took place everyday with the other woman, had always fought as if she wanted to kill her.
Willow moaned, as a new part of the puzzle fell into place, which completed the whole picture. Princess Nefertiri was in love with Imhotep, or at the very least, had feelings for him. And then her father, Pharaoh Seti the First, brought Anck-su-namun home, a woman no older than his daughter, and this woman not only bewitched Seti, taking away his attention, but also Imhotep.
"I wonder why she has not already killed her?" Willow asked the image of the kissing couple. "Oh, I know why. The Princess would never do such a thing."
Princess Nefertiri was a pure soul, something she herself had been, once upon a time. But no longer was she the kind, loving woman who had always felt bad after she watched a vampire die. She had killed, out of anger and hate; and since that day she knew that she was able to do so to save the lives of her friends, or her own.
The two lonely woman calmly watched the couple on display from the balcony, and a little cark chamber in the Temple. The kiss ended and the High Priest was forced to hide as the Pharaoh entered the room. It was happening just as it had in her vision, which made Willow certain that the rest would come true in this night, as Isis had told her only hours before.
One last look at the pained face of Imhotep as he heard his love die, and she could no longer stand it. Her heart was breaking for him.
She knew all too well what emotions would turn his world upside down in this moment. Again she could see the face of her beloved Tara, the blank eyes, her grave, and the cutting pain was still there, deep in her heart. It was no longer breathtaking, but it was still there.
Speaking a brief thanks to Chons, she destroyed the mirror, rolled herself into a little ball, and cried for all the wasted life, for the wasted love, for Imhotep, and for herself.
**Child, it is time.**
Willow opened her eyes, and she had to smile at her Goddess. She had slept a few hours, no longer, after she had decided that she would save him the next time.
"Is it over?" she could not stop herself, she needed to ask this question.
**You know that it has only just begun. But, yes, my Child, he is already buried.**
The Goddess sounded sad. Her smile had changed. It was no longer the shining smile she used to show,. Willow saw that the Goddess disliked the things that had taken place this night.
"Mother, may I ask you a favor?"
**I know what you want, my Child, and yes you will have your will in this.**
"Thank you, Mother."
And so the Goddess and Willow, still wearing the clothes of a slave, but now in her own body, left the chamber. Inside lay a slave with the name Isetnofret, a small sleeping form that would soon wake from a week full of dreams.
**This is the place, my Child. Call me when you are ready to go.**
With these words the Goddess dissolved, leaving the small woman alone. Willow looked around her. The sun had already started to rise; the night would soon be forgotten, but not by everyone.
She looked towards the huge statue of Anubis, the jackal-headed God of death she had already seen in her vision. Shaking her head, she laid down on the sand, directly above the sarcophagus of Imhotep, separated from him by masses of ancient sand.
Closing her eyes, she laid her hand on the sand. Reaching out with her mind she tried to find him. Finally, after many minutes in which the sky started to turn orange, she found him. Tears started to slide down her face, as she felt the pain, fear, hate, and loss he was feeling.
'Imhotep, hear what I tell you,' she whispered in her mind, hoping that he was not already too far gone into insanity. Through the screams, she finally heard him. She felt him wonder who she was, and then felt him understand.
**Isetnofret?**
The witch smiled. She would miss this name; over the past week she had become used to being called by it.
'Yes, it is I. You must listen. I would love to help you, but now is not the time. I tried everything, but I failed you. The only thing I can do for you now, is ease your pain.'
**You must free me.**
The pleading was so full of hurt and fear, that Willow had to remember that she was not here to do so.
'I cannot do that. Remember that I will be doing everything to help you.'
And with these words spoken only in his mind, she started to chant. This was something she could do; she needed to do. It would be hard enough for him to stay sane over the millennia, he did not need to feel the pain of the bugs that were eating him alive, which would not stop until the day he was freed from his grave.
As she pleaded to all of the goddesses she could think of for their blessing, she already felt how the pain was diverted away from him.
'I will do my best next time.'
With this promise, she left his mind, and when she was sure she was no longer linked with him, she whispered, "And I will do everything I can, my friend, Imhotep, High Priest of Osiris, Keeper of the Dead, to save you and your soul."
Standing, she brushed the sand from her clothes, needing this normal action to get hold of her emotions. "Isis, my Mother, I am now ready to go."
This time, the Goddess appeared with her head tilted to one side, a wicked little smirk on her face.
**My Child, I know what you have done. This again shows me that I have chosen well. This may be the door you will need to find the way into his soul when he is back to walk the earth. Maybe you will save us all in the next destination.**
The Goddess held out her hand, and Willow took it, knowing that her Goddess was pleased with her, but not knowing that the whole scene had been observed. Both woman dissolve, still talking.
"Mother, what will happen to Isetnofret? The Priests are dead, or soon will be, and she is still in the Temple."
**Child, she will be freed by a man who will fall in love with her. Believe me, she will live a happy life. He is not a poor man; to be honest, he is one of the mumias. Soon she will no longer be a slave, and she will have many children.**
Out of the shadow of the statue, the Head Mumia, he who had closed the sarcophagus, walked into the first sunbeams of the new day. He walked over to the place where he had buried the High Priest, murderer, and person he had once called friend; the place where only minutes ago a slave girl had been, a girl who had spoken to the Goddess Isis in that same spot.
They had talked about saving Imhotep; saving his soul. He had to tell the others about this incident, to make sure that when the day came, a mumia would be there who would know about her. Maybe with a little help, the redhead would be able to break the curse.
End Visionary Kiss I Part Five.1
End Visionary Kiss I