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WhiteTiger's writings more story updates High-fantasy with realism, all tag types Tags Van-E and EX Chapters 1 through 6 XD Summary A retelling of of Epic myth from Tibet, descending from India, with a modern twist with high-fantasy, between a great spirit tiger and a great spirit dragon, for the survival of humanity and the very earth itself. This story was also inspired by this link The Tigers Nest The Great Tigress Protector of the planet in spirit form The Great Dragon Protector of Balance of the planet in spirit form The Great Tigress protector of the planet in physical form The Great Dragon protector of the balance of the planet in physical form Chapter 1 Classes were almost over for the semester and Miles, actually his full name being Miles Harland, gathered up his papers and packed everything perfectly neat in his case. Everywhere he went, this case was with him, as it held all the important papers he needed from the notes he took and the interviews with Theos Sasimir Bernard. Being the third American to ever visit Kuji Lhakhang Monastery, The Tigers Nest. Happy the semester was finally over and thus his teaching of Archaeology as a senior and a T.A., he wanted it over with and couldn't wait until his finals were done. He had a tendency to be a practical man and preferred to be out in the field and active. Relatively tall, with short contemporary brown curly hair, brown eyes and a lean, predatory structure to his face, he always made sure he dressed the height of conservative fashion with his hand made suits and custom shoes and shirts. His longer than normal torso matched the longer than usual length of his arms, but his height, covered that and did his custom suits, no one noticed. This was especially so with the occasional female student that wanted to stay after class. He had no time nor interest in such things. Only one thing was on his mind and was the only thing at this point that held him back from advancing onward academically and career wise . This was his lust for recognition, popularity, infamy, money and power. All of those things would be granted if he was able to make a great priceless find. Just about to finish his degree at the University of Arizona, as soon as finals were complete, it was the year 1934. He had already applied for admissions into the Master's program. It was there that he heard the rumors of Theos Bernard, a man he found interesting and was very intrigued by. Fascinated by the unknown wonders and territory of the yet to be discovered small country of Tibet, he decided to attend one of his lectures. Spell bound, he sat there listening and taking notes on everything he said, but not for spiritual or educational reasons. Instead, it was for the idea of glory and of unknown cultures and artifacts. Waiting until after the lecture was done, he approached him and introduced him self, pretending to be a man of deep spiritual hunger and a pure desire to understand. Mr. Bernard was more than happy to meet with such a well educated humble spirit and they agreed to meet to have coffee and talk more about these things. These casual meeting went on for months, until Miles was feeling confident enough to finally make the trip himself. All travel plans and arrangements were already made. In 2 weeks, he would finally be on the journey of a lifetime, soon to become rich and famous. Soon after, exams were over, he was finally free, for a while at least. Taking a leisurely cruise across the Atlantic, then staying in small decrepit hotels along the route for breaks, or waiting to catch the next connecting train, he slowly made his way all the way into Nepal's capital, Kathmandu, a border town next to Tibet. Deciding to stay there a few days, enjoying the sites and backwards culture, he bought little, but took extensive notes on his observations, as the smell of saffron filled the humid air of the setting sun on the city. Sitting with his back against a wall, an old woman passed by him and suddenly stopped right in front of him. Turning towards him and looking him straight in the eyes, her rude behavior gave Miles the chills, even in this heat. Long gray hair that she wore down, which was very unusual, she also wore all black robes, covering her completely from neck to wrist to feet with a long black band that held her all gray hair back from her face. Dark skinned with piercing dark brown eyes, she stared into his. Her face, wrinkled deeply, like a detailed map of all the things she had seen and been through in her life and were etched into her face. Miles was feeling overwhelmed at how she stood there looking at him and actually though it even more rude. Speaking up, he said, Mam, may I help you?, in his best broken dialect of their language. Still staring at him deeply, disturbing him, she said, No need to make a mockery or look foolish trying to speak a language of a culture you can never understand. I speak your American English quite well. Shocked and relieved, he said, Uuuummmm mam, you are staring at me, which in my country is quite rude. What can I do for you? When a fool travels into the unknown, unprepared, THAT is foolish. When a man enters a sacred realm, he can never understand and messes with the balance of the earth to such a great measure, THAT is rude, dangerous and ignorant. I suggest young man, you forget the notions and ideas roaming around in your head and what you are planning to do and turn around and go home. You will find yourself cursed deeply for what you will do and there is no escape or a chance to incarnate. Trapped your soul will be, suffering in the abyss of emptiness. Heed my words young American and go home. If you ever need me and are lucky enough to survive, if you follow through with this, but I will tell you you most likely won't. For the sake of balance, I am here, I have always been here and I always will be. Looking at her, shocked at her superstitious ridiculous words, he brushed his sweat filled brown wavey hair to the side, while right in front of him, the image of her vanished slowly like the wind into a dragonfly, flying randomly around, just like any other dragon fly. Later on, while laying in his extremely hot room, down to his undergarments to cool off, he reflected on the myths surrounding his destination, the Tigers nest or Taktsang Palphug Monastery in the province of Bhutan, up in the southern most part of the Himalayas. Dedicated to a well known guru named Padmasnbhra, who is noted for introducing Mahayanan Buddhism into the region, and the cave that was there. It was supposedly one of thirteen caves he meditated in during the eighth century. The Monastery was built many many years later in honor of him in the year sixteen ninety-two by Tenzin Rabhye. As with all cultures, this cultural had many myths. There was something about a mythical tigress demon or spirit there, but he remembered nothing much else, as such mythos was relatively unimportant compared to bringing back a well known culturally considered sacred artifact. He was after the legendary white conch shell of their culture, inlaid with metals and mythos says is filled with the thoughts of the Buddha, peace and prosperity. The exact location was unknown for sure, but there were several hints and ideas from different theories he had investigated and his own thoughts that would make him able to find it, and find it he would! Finally leaving Kathmandu, he took a train and then a slow caravan to the local and closest city to the monastery, Lakhang village. Forgetting that they went by a lunar calendar, he found himself smack dab in the middle of a huge celebration of the temple, called Tshcha. The streets were flooded and finding a room was hard, but with enough money, anything can be done and he was actually able to get what they would consider a very nice room, which made him laugh. Walking about the streets later, he found that the mule rides up the cliff sides leading to this Monastery, sitting itself like a birds nest on a precarious cliff's side were filled up, as apparently, this was a time for Monks and travelers of all kinds to make a sacred journey to see the Monastery and enjoy the 10 day long celebration in the village. Waiting for three days, his turn finally came. The travel towards there was truly beautiful, as it was a path through an amazing pine forest. The only sound was that of a tranquil strong waterfall in the distance. Finally reaching the base of the accent, it took slow, rather difficult hours to endure before he could see the first visible signs of the temple and was amazed by the constant cloud cover and mist that seemed to be hovering over the entire monastery, giving him an nervous feeling, as goose bumps broke out all over his body. Once the mules were anchored, he followed with the crowd into the monastery. With so many people, it would be easy to go missing or get accidentally lost., he chuckled to him self and then slipped away from the crowd as soon as the opportunity arose. Looking in and out of every possible location, he finally found himself outside again, but this time, he was on the other side of the Monastery. Even with the cloud cover, he could make out the opening to a cave and he headed right for it. Walking inside, it was damp, a bit dark and had a strange feeling. Using the walls to guide him over all, as there was very little useful light as he walked deeper and deeper into the cave. Randomly, he found an indentation in the wall of the cave. Tracing it all, it was the frame of a man and in the center, where the mans chest would be, was a gold circle with eight lines crossing over it and the lines had spokes crossing out of it from what his hands told him and the small amount of light available. Central to this piece was the Yin Yang Taoist symbol. Recognized it immediately, even with the minimal light. He knew exactly what it was. This was the Dharmacakra, and each of the eight spokes represented one of the paths of the Buddhist eight fold path. Staring in the Yin Yang symbol, suddenly her could swear he heard the sweet whispers of a woman telling him to push in the Taoist symbol. So smooth and beautiful her voice was. Music that spoke to his soul and compelled him. Following his true desires and the sweet song of her voice, he pushed the symbol in and found that the cave wall gave way into a small room. There, lit from within, from some unknown source, was a beautiful conch, elaborately decorated with metal and topped with a brightly colored bead on top. This is it!, he excitedly exclaimed to himself, as he heard the beautiful voice saying and compelling him, Hide me, take me with you. I am so lonely. Grabbing the conch, he hid it under his jacket, then closed the cave door exactly as it was and made his way back inside. Upon entering, he ran into a monk who didnt understand or speak English, but bowed in kind, gentle respect and pointed the way to the tour group. Rejoining them, he finished the tour, taking the slow ride home, and finally made it back to his hotel room, Taking out the white elaborately decorated conch and looked at it for a long time, gloating over it, his sole find and his to his future success. Gently singing in his mind, a woman's voice called out to him and said, Thank you. If you would be so generous, please remove the brightly colored bead at the top and release me? I am so lonely. Chapter 2 Prior to this, up in the high altitude of the mountain, even though here the altitude is still high, he just dismissed the gentle caressing voice from the woman in the cave as a product of his location. Looking at the conch, he heard it here now too? Baffled, he stared at it, not sure what to make of it. Putting it off again to the stress of the ride up there, attaining it and returning to his room, he sat up and went to put it away safely. Please, oooh please dont put me away. Will you let me stay next to you? I am so lonely and would adore your company., the sweet voice sang to him. Looking at he said, Hello? Is there someone or something actually in there? Yes, oh yes,, the voice replied, I am in here. I am all alone and have been trapped in here for centuries, hidden away in that awful cave, long before the monastery was built, and in here long before I was even placed in the cave. I am so sorry to be a bother to you. I just havent had a mans or any humans company for so long., she pleaded with a hint of enticing in her voice. Looking all over the conch and the ancient inscriptions on it, he was not versed in the written language currently, much less from so long ago. Hmmmm, I dont understand this. There is no scientific basis for this phenomena, but still you may stay on my bed while I look around. Harland then got up and began inspecting the room top to bottom, looking for any signs of interference or a trick of some sort. Thoroughly confused after finding none, he then sat back on the bed a bit harder than he should have in frustration. Please kind gentleman, is it possible if you could be more careful with the conch, as I am in it and sensitive to all movements around it and me?, she almost begged in a timid, soft voice. Picking up the conch, he looked at it again and while doing so, she said, I was and still am a beautiful maiden, cursed many many years ago by my fathers new wife, as she was growing older and was jealous of my body and beauty. Please remove the colorful bead and you can see for your self. Though I never had a man in my life back then, I would lovingly repay you with the ecstasy of your body and mine when I am released. Looking at it once more he said, I dont know. This conch is a priceless cultural artifact and will make my name well known in the academic circles and the key to respect, money, and power. What do you look like anyway?, he finally asked, leaning a bit into temptation. Quickly responding, she answered, Oh wonderful man, I am very beautiful, though a different color of the other women from my time and country. I am thin and well endowed. My skin is like pure porcelain and my hair is white as a night with the full moon its self gazing upon you. I have big blue eyes, and soft supple lips with delicate features., she said. Continuing on, she told him, As I said, I did not look like any other humans of my kind, which is why my new step mother ignored me for so long, then..., she paused and then he heard a gentle sound of shaking in her voice, as if she were crying, she finished, until I began to develop into a woman. I have been here ever since., she said as her voice trailed off into silence. One last time, she spoke, I can enter your dreams and show you what I look like when you are resting. I want to be free and I want to be held by the man who rescued me. She then stopped speaking completely and he went to look into his notes, finding nothing, he checked his schedule, knowing the return trip is the following day and should start getting ready to go. The departing caravan and connecting train was early in the morning, so he packed up all his things, perfectly organized, as always, and got ready for bed, requesting the inn keeper wake him by sunrise. The trip, the events, the day, Miles had no idea how tired he was until he crawled into bed and fell fast asleep. Mist, mist was everywhere, just like up in the Monastery, then a section cleared and he found himself by a large waterfall in the middle of a beautiful endless forest. Wondering why he didnt hear the waterfall at first, the mist in front of him began to stir and out walked a breath taking beauty, the likes of he had never seen. Long pure white silky straight hair down to her backside, with wisps of hair that floated in the barest of a breeze, Down and free, her moonlit hair crowned a porcelain white face with the smallest most delicate features. Her eyes were the strongest feature. Large and innocent looking, they were almost an electric looking blue in color, along with her rosebud pink mouth that smiled sweetly at him. Every inch of her exposed skin was extremely pale, immaculate and smooth. No top was covering her amazing breasts, with just a hint of pink on tip of her ripe breasts and nipples, They were well formed, high and appeared to be about a size D in size, as her her full breasts, mid drift of white, toned, flat perfect stomach, shoulders and back were exposed. This in turn began to entranced him. Enveloping her hips was her antariya, or her lower garment of the color of bright blue that matched her eyes perfectly. So intricately embroidered, it was, with crescent moons and beautiful silver tigers, amongst flowers and a forest. Made of clinging and flowing silk, it hugged her hips, thighs and curves, and was brought together in a small flowing ruffle of fabric over her right thigh and flowing down, opening more the farther down the ripple went. Though it was floor length, there was a small drape of a smooth silk train behind her. Wrapped around her was a traditional crepe sattika or saree, also adorned and embroidered in the exact same pattern as her skirt, but with two inch silver edged embroidering through out the entire length of her sattikasaree, having silver tigers raised up slightly on the silver trim. Starting from a single wrap around her tiny waist, it was the sensuously placed over her left shoulder, the her sattikasaree flowed all across the front form of her body, but fell slightly to the left, exposing more of her right bare breast than her left. Either way, as the material was made of crepe. every inch of her perfect details could be made out clearly. Jeweled and dressed as a queen, bangles adorned her wrists, and there were many of them all in silver and matching blue, reaching high up to her mid arms. Silver toe rings, a small nose piercing and elaborate silver long earrings. which also matched the pattern of her skirt, being of thee moon and the tiger. Thus adding to her ancient look of grandeur. To him, it still looked just as amazing and breathtaking, even in his modern standards. . Upon her head laid a silver wreath like crown, resting over the top gently like a garland with precious sapphires and diamonds and pearls coming to a culmination just above the very center of her forehead, above her eyebrows, also decorated with a tiger and a large full moon sapphire. Still smiling gently, she approached him and he backed up with each step she took forward towards him. Are you afraid of me Miles?, she asked him. No uuuhhno its just that ummm,, his eyes darting quickly to her exposed breasts, its just that your not covered dear lady and how did you know my name?, he asked. Giggling a bit , she responded, This is how we always dressed in my time, though I am fully aware of the advances of men. My body and soul may be trapped in that conch, but my awareness isnt. That is how I also know your name. Please do not be afraid of me. Growing up, everyone was afraid of me and I always was alone., she told him. I was considered a curse to the family, even though as I developed, men wanted me. My new step mother could see that and banished me in here for it., she finished while looking down as a tear began to run down her cheek. Oh the hell with it!, Miles said to himself, Its just a dream after all, right?, and he stepped toward her and took her into his arms to hold and sooth her. Thank you, Thank you so much., she said looking up at him with glassy, hope filled eyes. When you are ready, if you want, all you have to do is remove the colorful bead. I know the ways of weaving and making such things and I can make it look exactly like it did before and you will have all you dreamed of from your land and,, hesitantly she added, you may also have me., she finished, while bowing her head low, as if she may not be good enough for him. Speechless, Miles just stood there, clueless as to what to say or think. She then added one more thing as she began to disappear back into the mists again, My name is VyGhra, VyGhra Munju, as the mists then finally enfolded her from his sight. A constant hard knocking on the door woke him up. Still foggy from the dream, he got up to answer the door of his room. You requested to be awakened at dawn sir., the man said in broken English. His mind suddenly coming awake, AAAAAaaahh the caravan, I need to finish up and get to the meeting spot and so he did as he put the dream behind him. Chapter 3 Casually riding to the nearest train station was, Mile found it this time actually relaxing and relatively uneventful. The caravan, itself was full of people fulfilling their lifelong dreams of attending the festival and the temple, and were now going home. Feeling relatively the same way, but not for religious purposes, Miles took in the sites and the fresh air around him, despite the intense humidity and heat. Happy he had finally attained what he was after, the trip into infamy and the history books would now be a matter of coarse, as he held the conch next to him always. Drifting off to sleep or intentionally resting, SHE was always there. Gentle and sweet like a spring breeze, she asked for nothing but his company and sharing conversation. Never being a man of strong libido, her constant beauty, perfection, smile, everything about her began to take its toll on him despite that, and often found himself thinking of her during his waking hours. During those times, he would find his dick hard, which always surprised him, being a man of academics and not of wanton lust. At that though, at that very moment, he realized he was literally falling in love with the girl of and in his dreams. Anticipation for times of rest began to build in him. Finally boarding the train to Kathmandu, he held the conch tightly with him, but it was for more than ambition now. In that conch laid his heart. Hours and hours of riding the stinking sweat house train, stuffed with people, he slipped into sleep without realizing it, with his head against the window. It was night time so no distractions or a view were even possible. Speeding along smoothly, the train made its way as Miles found himself at the water fall, the forest and surrounded by mist. Again, stepping from the mist, his love was walking towards him and now he was walking towards her also. Standing silently together, so close, they could hear each others breath and she leaned up and put her arms on his shoulders for the first time, tilting her head and leaning in to give him a gently kiss from those sweet, pink, rosebud lips that had never kissed before. Passion for her and over took him as he leaned into her too, kissing gently at first, then more strongly and passionately as their bodies molded together. Her hands were around his back as he leaned into her neck, the very scent of her skin smelling like spring. Kissing her neck, nibbling her ear, she moaned from the excitement. Miles, Oh Miles, please dont stop, dont every stop!, she begged. Slipping under her crepe sattikasaree, his hands found her firm, high, large breasts, as he then began to play with her nipples, feeling them getting hard under his fingertips and rub both her large soft and supple breasts. Completely pushing her sattikasaree off of her sholder, letting the delicate, intricate fabric falll to the ground smoothly, his hungry mouth then sought out her breasts and began to rub and squeeze her perfectly formed ass, drawing him closer to him. He was burning inside as was she. Pushing away with a smile, she said, In my day, we were taught from a very young age how to please our husbands., as she got on her knees in front of him and began to unzip his pants, stuffed with his rock hard cock and cum filled balls. Opening his pants, she slowly took them all the way off one leg at a time as he quickly removed his own shirt, standing naked before her. Starting with his feet, she began to kiss her way up his legs and upper thighs until she reach his manhood which was throbbing by now and took it into her hands, rubbing it against her perfectly smooth skin and began to pump and work his cock, while she snuck underneath and took his balls into her mouth, sucking on them gently while rolling them around with her tongue. Starting at the base of his dick, she began to lick it and kiss it all the way down its length until she reached his large bulbous head. Looking into his eyes, while her delicate fingers still worked his cock, she began to kiss and lick the tip, finally opening her rose bud mouth and taking the length of his shaft deeper and deeper with each stroke and sucked on him hungrily until he was stuffed all the way down her mouth and even into her threat, sucking him harder and harder, while rubbing his balls. A moan escaped his lips as he began to thrust his hips into her mouth deeper and deeper and she took it all. Suddenly, everything about him was his cock and her mouth around it. This was the center of his universe as his cock throbbed and spurted out a huge load of cum down her throat and filling her already stuffed mouth. God, that was the most amazing thing I have ever had happen to me., he said to her, as he looked at down at her, on her knees before him. He withdrew his cock, enabling her to swallow. The gloss of his cum glazed her sweet lips and her tongue licked around her lips, getting every drop. Smiling up at him, she hummed happily and said, Thank you. Thank you for what? You are the one that had given me the greatest gift!, as he pulled her up and kissed her. Pulling a bit away, she said, No, you have given me the greatest gift. If I could, and I was in your real world, I would fill your nights with every pleasure you can imagine. Hesitating then, she bowed her head and but I am not and have never known the touch or the pleasures of a man and you are my first., she finished this time with a smile on her face. Grabbing her hard, he pulled her against him, cradling their bodies together, his dick already hard again and looked at her and asked, Were you ever taught the pleasures a man can also bring a woman? Bowing her head again, she said, No, that was never important and was taught nothing. Rubbing her hips, allowing in just enough room for his hands to press gently between her thighs over her antariya, he began to gently probe in there. A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as he then lifted up all the folds of her fabric to find her sweet hidden pussy. Finding it, she was so wet with excitement and pleasure as he gently rubbed between her folds, stroking her and then her little clitoris, while his fingers danced in small circles upon her hard little button. Pulling his hand out, he took her hand and led her to a grassy spot. Laying her down, he pushed the entire antariya up and pushed her thighs open. Letting him see and do what he wanted. She felt the sweet kisses of his lips down both of the center of her thighs to where his fingers had played getting her even more wet and his fingers wet. As Miles pressed her thighs open, he expected to see a dark patch of curly hair in a triangle above her sweet pussy, When he had licked his fingers, they even smelled and tasted like spring flowers. Instead of a dark patch for her triangle, instead he saw a white smooth triangle with very short almost like an animals babies soft fur, straight and going all in one direction, down. This entranced him as her pussy was just as amazing and beautiful as the rest of her and eagerly began to kiss his way down her thighs until he found the sweet hidden folds of her pussy and began to tease it, making her back arch and moan. Slipping his tongue in deeper, he licked her from her slit to her clitoris over and over, taking each of her inner lips into his mouth sucking on them until he descended like a crazed animal upon her hard jewel and began to suck it and work it hard and sweetly, finally taking her whole pussy into his mouth, pressing her thighs open and sucked and licked her vigorously. Something was building in her from the pleasure he gave her and she moaned loudly from it, as his face, tongue and mouth enveloped her entire female area. Waves upon waves were building inside her, the likes of which she had never known of, until a final huge cresting wave took over her body and all her muscles were frozen and she was locked in this black abyss from his mouth for a long time it felt like, as she screamed her ecstasy from him that echoed all around the forest calling out his name. Breathing heavy, he crawled onto the top of her body and started kissing and playing with her breasts again as she felt his hard manhood, hot and eager, rubbing against her thighs. Reaching up further he began kissing her as he now ground his cock even harder against the area of soft, white, short, fur like hair of her triangle . Pushing up, her legs spread and breast free for his eyes, he asked her, No man has ever entered you before, have they? No, no, they havent but I know what to expect and I want you to do it, please?, she begged and asked him at the same time. Answering the calls of his lust, he lifted him self a little and took his cock and began to rub it all over her divinely dripping wet pussy and found the thin entrance to her slit. Carefully finding the right spot, leading to her slit, he began to push himself inside her. He felt her nervous and tensing up, so he began to kiss her and told her is was alright and asked if she wanted him to stop. Almost begging, she pleaded, No, No, dont stop please!, and with that, his hips slowly pushed further and further into her. Thank goodness her antariya was lifted all the way up in front and in back as he broke through her hymen, because blood was trickling out of her from the breaking through, which made no sense, as this was a dream only or was it? They were unaware of this though as she took him in her, the tightness of her, surrounding and milking his cock. Deeper and deeper, he pushed inside her, until all of him was in her. His hips thrusting wildly into her as she raised hers to meet his. Soon, a frozen look appeared on his face as she felt his dick inside her throbbing and pulsing, and jets of hot cum filled her to the brim. Both exhausted and happy, then lay together for a long time while he stayed inside her as long as he could. Suddenly the train came to a screeching halt, knocking Miles forward, hitting the seat in front of him. Feeling a cold wetness, he realized that he had cum in real life too, not just his dreams. A man walked down the isles and was speaking but he had no idea what he was saying. Damn, why now? Were almost to Kathmandu!. Speaking to him from the shell, for the first time since the hotel room, she said, Everyone needs to get out now! There is an emergency! Another trains turn didnt take and it is headed right for us!, she said almost panicked. Please Miles, I dont want to die. Please hurry!, Gathering his things, he got in the line but the line wasnt moving fast enough. Miles?, she asked. Do you love me? I am asking this because I love you and I can help us both get off the train if you take off the colorful bead. Please Miles. I can fix it, I promise and if you dont we are all going to die!, she pleaded. Answering her, he said, Yes, yes I love you and I know you can fix it. I want to spend the rest of my life with you!, and with that he took out the conch and gently removed the red button. Now, with the collision on the way, close to death already, the next thing to happen was the ground below him as a massive earthquake was hitting them. Holding the conch like a new born baby, waiting to see her and how she could get them out, as the quake got stronger, beginning to rock the train, the precious conch suddenly shattered like fine crystal in his hands! Shocked, scared and confuse, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was her! It was VyGhra. Turning to hug her, instead she pulled back from it with a strange look on her face and lifted her hand, palm out, and he watched as the entire side of the train exploded open, and she led him out safely onto the ground. As others were also trying to get out that way, she put up her hand again and sealed the compartment, not letting any one out. What are you doing? Those people will die in there! Let them out too!!, he begged. Turning towards him, her almost electric looking blue eyes now gazed with blue fire as did her entire aura. Let them die., she said coldly, I caused the train to miss the connection any way!, she laughed a low and sadistically. Inside the shell itself, I could do nothing, but as you gave me your powerful life's essence by cumming for me twice, that gave me enough energy to affect the physical world. They are only the first from the entire human race I will destroy., she said, almost laughing, with a big smile on her crazed face. Wait, wait., Miles said, You want to destroy all humanity? Are you not human? What were all those talks we had, time together and our recent intimacy then? Nothing,, she said, It was nothing, just a lure and a game I worked on you, an ambitiously blind human, so youd let me out of my prison that the dragon had locked me in so many centuries ago, but the old fool is sleeping now in the mountain, next to the Tigers Nest. Tears of fear and the pain of betrayal rolled down his checks, asking Why, What all of that? What is all of this? I don't understand! I love you! I learned from humanity itself about the act of lies and deception and I DON'T LOVE YOU, as you are one of them that killed my mate so long ago, who trusted them!, she bellowed in that tiny laugh that had a terrifying tone to it now. Looking at him, she asked, Do you want to know why I havent killed you yet? Nodding his head in fear and compliance, she continued, My mate and I are and were the oldest spirits of nature, older than the feeble mind of a human can comprehend. There are many of us. One the others is the Great golden dragon, with eyes that glow a bright burning green as did his mate. We all have or had mates. When humans first appeared on this planet, my mate ant I paid no mind as they respected and were in tune with nature. As they began to progress, I saw the lust, greed, wars, hate, and all the destructive forces that humans really were and my mate and I knew they were wrong and wanted them off this planet, being nothing but a sickness, poisoning and destroying the earth. The great dragon and his mate on the other hand saw the constructive brilliance and all the wonderful possibilities that humanity could bring about and had great faith in humans. One day the two dragons approached us and begged us to give humanity a chance to see how much they are capable of creatively, so we agreed. Years went by and we established a trust and well respected relationship with the humans, until that day. That day, an innocent looking girl, feigning help, lured my mate into a trap and bound him within a magical circle, finally obliterating him and his soul for ever! This never would have happened if those stupid Dragons had minded their own business. It was their responsibility for what happened to my mate, so I, in retaliation, took the life of the male dragons mate. After that we battled hard and he ended up locking me away in that damn white conch for so long. Now the no good dragon sleeps and I am free. I will destroy the plague of humanity on this planet, then the dragon, and the balance of nature will return to where it should be. On the ground in fear, backing up, Miles looked at her, Then who are you then?, he asked, his voice trembling with fear. Getting down on all fours before him, she said, You want to know who I am? Well then instead of telling you, as I have explained already, I shall show you., as she inched her way forward. I am the fear that scares a child at night with the wind blows and terror strikes his heart of what could be behind the bush., she spoke menacingly as her bright blue eyes really began to glow like blue fire and the clothes and shape of her form began to change to that of some animal that walked on all fours. Black stripes appearing across a massive white cat like, muscular in figure that appeared in place of her human body and just as quickly, there stood a huge white tiger with those same blue eyes and that electric blue aura that also appeared like blue flames pouring off and from her and her fur. Run!, his instinct told him but he was paralyzed. She casually looked over him, staring right in his eyes as and he into hers, and she could clearly see his beg for mercy, for which she had none. Putting each paw at the side of his head, she didnt press, but did unsheath her claws and dug them into his scalp and skull. This is the last thing your cursed soul will every see and it is be because of me and your greed, as you travel into the oblivion of emptiness, with no chance of escape, forevere!, she laughed sadistically in his mind from her mind. Blue fire coming from her eyes barreled into his, causing him to scream in agony, Suddenly his head simply popped open, exploding, like a fresh firm grape crushed between your fingers. Miles Harland was no more, cursed for all eternity, and the last thoughts he had were of that old lady, the fortune teller in Kathmandu and of his curse. Now for my plans to destroy the rest of humanity., she mused happily. Walking in the darkness, in which she could see clearly, after about 20 minutes of casual walking, the sound of the two trains colliding, killing many people, including men, women, pregnant woman and children could be heard. She smiled at the sweet sound of it to her as it echoed off the rocks and trees around her.