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The Story:

The next morning, I struggled with going through the motions of my classes and sessions. I really had to concentrate very hard just to keep everyone from noticing my unhappiness. Having this visitation taken from me was almost unbearable. I missed my husband and children. I needed to see them, even for a few moments.

Around ten in the morning, when I was having my morning counseling session, there was a small hubbub in the retreat. When I finished the session, someone told me that Uncle Haral had arrived and was having a loud discussion with the Abbess in her office. He came out of her office, just as I was going to the yoga class, but he waylaid me before I entered.

“Good, Patra, I have caught you in time. Please go to your room and put on your nicest dress and freshen yourself up. I have several people that I want you to see.” Mystified, I did as he ordered and returned dressed in my normal clothes. Haral then escorted me to an area of the retreat where they had conference rooms. When he opened the door, there, waiting for me, was Donal and my children. It took less than a second for me to run into Donal’s arms. I don’t know how long we kissed and embraced, but it didn’t feel long enough for me. I then hugged and kissed all of my children and we all had a good cry and then we sat down on the floor, because there wasn’t the right kind of chairs. We had a group hug and a long talk. While we were talking, Uncle Haral went out and returned with the twins, so that Donal was able to see his sons. I didn’t pay attention to time. I didn’t know how much time Uncle Haral had gotten me. I wanted to enjoy my time without fretting. So when Haral returned, I felt reluctant to let go. However, he had something else in mind. “Patra, I will stay with the children. I think you and Donal should go through that door there and have some alone time.” As he said this he handed something to Donal. Donal looked at it and smiled. Donal took me by the hand and we went through the door where we found a small windowless room, lit by a dozen candles, containing a small bed.

I was all for quickly shedding our clothes and falling on to the bed, but Donal had other ideas. He told me just to stand while he slowly undressed me. He took his time and paid exquisite attention to every body part he revealed. It was almost as if he was worshiping my body. He touched, licked and kissed me everywhere, so much so that I felt waves of pleasure every time he revealed another part of my body. When at last I was entirely naked, he laid me down on the bed and teased my intimate parts with his tongue. It didn’t take long before I was moaning in constant pleasure. When at last Donal felt ready, he briefly paused to put on one of the sheaths that Haral had given him and then entered me. I quickly went from pleasure to ecstasy. Donal made me come over and over again and when he found my ecstasy spot I lost control and time seemed to stand still as I became ecstasy itself.

Unfortunately, we only had time to do it once, as Haral knocked on the door signaling our time was up. While Donal’s attention was distracted by dressing, I surreptitiously picked up the used sheath, turned it inside out and wiped it inside me, before placing it back where it had fallen. I then got busy dressing.

I had a very tearful time saying goodbye to Donal and the children. Haral assured us that there would be more visits, but wouldn’t give any promises as to when they might happen again. I had to hope and trust that they would indeed happen.

I know that I shouldn’t have done what I did, but the thought of having even the minutest part of Donal inside me gave me comfort even though I knew it wasn’t the right time of the month for even a chance of conception.

Uncle Haral joined me after my family had left. He told me of his talk with the Abbess and asked about why I had cut my hair. I told him the truth about why I had done it and what I had asked for. Haral gave me an admiring look and said, “Most people pray to the ghods for selfish purposes. You, on the other hand, are one of the most selfless people I know. I can see how much you love Donal and why he loves you so much.”

The next weeks were the happiest times I had since entering the retreat. I felt focused. I felt alive. I learned a lot and felt that I had made breakthroughs in my therapies.

One night, before I had fallen asleep, Nika had tried to enter my room, but I was able to lock her out. I didn’t want to be coerced into worshiping Varpa-Makštis again. I wanted nothing more to do with the ghod again. The next day, Uncle Haral came to visit and I asked, “Who is Varpa-Makštis?”

Uncle Haral looked surprised and upset when I said the name. “Where did you hear that name?”

“From one of the inmates here. There is a stoa on the grounds here for him/her.”

“What? There cannot be a stoa. It is forbidden and has been for more than a millennia. Who is this inmate?”

“Her name is Nika. She has been trying to coerce me into worshipping him, but he frightens me and I don’t want to.”

“Varpa-Makštis was an elder ghod. He/she was a very powerful and wicked being. He was overpowered when all the ghods joined together and confined him inside Mount Naboa, or so legend has it. When he ruled this world, the world was filled with chaos and evil. The ghods now give us order and freedom. Have you seen Varpa-Makštis?”

“I have seen his stoa and a statue of him.”

“Where?”

I described the place as best I could. I also confessed to him what had happened. Haral looked very unhappy. “While I cannot condone your behavior, I cannot condemn you for it either. Very few know of the elder ghods. Most of them left, leaving this world to their offspring. Only Varpa-Makštis refused to leave and was bound to Mount Naboa supposedly forever. I hope that this isn’t a sign of an era of chaos to come.”

Haral left me for a few moments and returned with the Abbot of the monastery followed by a dozen monks. Haral asked me to show him where I remembered the stoa to be. As we started to leave, the Abbess blocked our way and demanded that I not leave the confines of the retreat, saying that I wasn’t strong enough yet to leave. When Haral denied her demands, she then threatened to inform Chief Justice Zinovas about how Haral had circumvented the Justice’s orders. Haral looked at the Abbess suspiciously and called her bluff, telling her to do so. As we pushed past her, she gave me a hate-filled look.

I lead the party to where I remembered the stoa being. As happened earlier, the area was empty, except for wild bushes and weeds.

Haral and the Abbot, along with the monks began to chant prayers of exorcism and soon the air wavered and the stoa appeared. Before anyone could do or say anything, the Abbess, Nika and several other nuns ran to the stoa and stood protectively in front of it. In their arms, my two sons were being held.

“Stop this attack,” demanded the Abbess, “or we will kill these babies.”

I started to scream, but Haral grabbed me and said, “Get a hold of yourself, Patra. This is what they want; they want you to fall to pieces.”

It was difficult, but I started to remember my meditation techniques for calming the spirit. Once I was in control of myself, I began to clear my head and send out thoughts and feelers, all the while Haral and the Abbess traded taunts and epithets. It didn’t take long for me to gain my boys’ attention. I opened my arms and told them “Eikše!” They began to glow a golden color. The Abbess held Vâlen tighter and started to put her knife to his throat. The knife began to glow red hot and she screamed and let go of both the knife and Vâlen. Within seconds, my sons disappeared and reappeared at my feet. I quickly bent down and scooped them both protectively in my arms.

Once again, Haral and the monks began to chant, while he raised his arms. He became the channel for the ghods power which he directed to the stoa. It began to glow green as the power began to penetrate the building. It seemed like hours went by, but it probably was only a minute, when I heard Varpa-Makštis scream and felt his presence flee. When he had gone, Haral stopped channeling the power. He staggered a bit, but the Abbot caught him and held him steady. The stoa erupted into flames and was quickly engulfed. The Abbess and the nuns tried to flee, but they were immediately captured by monks. Nika screamed and ran into the stoa and soon became enveloped by the flames. I will never forget the horrifying sounds of her agony as her body was consumed by the fire