Guardian Awakening (10 page)

As soon as she saw it was Tristan she lowered the weapon with a sigh of relief.

“What happened, why are you so jumpy?”

Aesia looked past him into the trees “I heard a noise, there seemed to be a large animal nearby.”

“Did you see anything?” Tristan asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

“I will go and check.”

She looked nervous. Please don’t go far.”

Tristan turned and looked at her. “What happened to the fearless Sicceian warrior?”

She glared at him. “Things like that give me the creeps OK? They are the stuff nightmares are made off.”

“Ah, a chink in the armour.”

“Just go and check quickly please.”

Tristan did not find a trace of any large animal, so he butchered the creature he had brought back and carefully buried the remains away from their camp. He built up the fire, sat up for a while, and let Aesia sleep.

The next morning, he looked around before they left. Something had dug up the remains he had buried the night before, but otherwise he found nothing. Once they had packed up they set off again. They continued this way for several days. Each day Aesia managed a little further distance.
 

They had glimpsed one of the bear-like creatures only once in the distance. It did not take any notice of them and after shuffling around it disappeared into the trees.

By the end of the fifth day, the wood started to thin out and it gave way to smaller trees and bushes. It had rained only once since they had started, and they had remained dry. It was also warming up a little.

On the sixth day, as usual at first light, Tristan packed up and prepared everything for their day’s journey. As the day wore on the going got easier. The wood gave way to flat plain. Tristan shaded his eyes from the sunlight. The plain stretched flat and featureless for as far as the eye could see. He checked the direction with the computer automatically. He could now gain access to it without thinking.

While the plain made easy going for Aesia, game was scarce, and hunting difficult. At least there were enough small streams and pools to keep their water supplies topped up.
 

Aesia’s leg improved quickly. With the constant exercise she was now walking with just a stick, having abandoned the crutches.
 

The featureless and boring land scape seemed to go on forever. They trudged onward, thankful that the direction capability of Aesia’s computer prevented them from stumbling round in circles. The lack of food however had begun to tell on their strength. Some evenings they did not bother setting up camp. Suffering from exhaustion and hunger they would sleep where they fell.

Chapter Seven: Desert

Eight days after leaving the forest, a low circle of hills appeared on the horizon off to the right of their path. As they drew closer, Tristan noticed a faint mist hanging over them in the morning chill. They were setting up camp for the night when he pointed them out to Aesia. “I think we should make for those hills. We may find water and game. If there is we could rest for a few days and regain our strength.”

She stood and looked where he pointed “But that’s out of our way.”
 

“Yes, but no more than half a day, I think it’s worth a try.”
 

She hesitated, her eyes searching his face. “All right, I’m exhausted and sick of this plain.”

The following morning, after breaking camp they cut towards the hills. As they drew closer the scrub was replaced by larger plants, and small trees growing on the slopes. When they crested the rise and looked down a small valley spread out below them, an oasis of verdant green in the browns and olives of the grasses and bushes of the plain

At one end of the valley, they found a pool fed by a tumbling waterfall emerging from a cave in a low cliff, glistening in the warm sunlight. A gentle stream gurgled as it danced over rocks before disappearing back underground at the far side of the valley. As they walked down towards the pool, small animals darted away from under their feet while others just sat and watched them, unafraid. The largest creature seemed to be a small deer like creature similar to the ones Tristan had seen before in the forest where they had crashed. He could almost reach out and touch them. Their indifference confirmed there were no large predators in the valley.

They soon reached the pool, and stood by the crystal clear water. Aeisa dropped her walking stick, threw her head back and spun round with her arms extended. “Oh this is wonderful!” She beamed at Tristan. “How did you know?”

“The mist over the hills in the morning. There had to be water and well… I just hoped.”
 

“I want to swim in that pool and feel clean.” She held out her hand to Tristan. “Come on.”

“Be careful, we don’t know what’s in that water, and mind your leg.”

She turned back to him one eyebrow raised. “Oh Tristan! We have not seen anything dangerous in any of the rivers and streams we have come across, and the pool is only small. Besides I can see the bottom.”

Tristan looked at her smiling face, and the sudden change was unbelievable. His heart banged against his ribs he took a deep breath
No!
He paused for a moment before following her to the edge of the pool. It was shallow, with a smooth rock bottom, the water crystal clear and no sign of animal life.
 

She knelt and touched the water with her hand. “It’s warm.” She sat and removed her boots.

Tristan looked at her suspiciously “You’re suddenly happy. And different, what’s changed?”
 

She shrugged “This place reminds me of my home where I grew up, that’s all.”

She stood pulled off her belt, stepped out of her uniform overalls and dived naked into the water. She turned to Tristan, her face wet and smiling. “Come on.”

He turned round before removing his clothes to prevent her seeing how she had begun to affect him. He stepped backwards into the pool. It was warm, with a slight mineral taste. The water must have come from deep underground. She splashed him and laughed. He smiled. The water had a soothing effect on him and he rubbed off the weeks of grime and floated, letting the warmth soak into his body. Aeisa had her back to him as she concentrated on washing her hair.
 

Taking advantage of her distraction he stood, walked over to a flat rock and lay down in the sunshine to dry. He concentrated on getting control of his emotions, ignoring the heat in his groin, fighting the feelings that had been growing in him during their forced walk, the nights sleeping together for warmth. He regained control, the cool air on his skin dissipating the heat in his loins. He sat up reaching for his clothes when a splash caught his attention.

Aesia had stood and was wading over to him. He felt then tension return as she drew closer. Her wet hair cascaded down her slim body, partly covering her breasts. Water drops glistened like jewels on her skin in the sunlight, her strange cat like eyes, pointed ears, and small firm breasts made him think she must be the embodiment of a water nymph, this waterfall and pool hers to command.
 

A lump rose in his throat, a constriction in his chest, heat returning to his body. “God, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen!” He blurted it out without thinking.

She stopped, he held his breath, felt his face burn, heart pounding waiting for the outburst of indignation. Her skin between her breasts went darker the flush went to her neck and cheeks. She turned away as if embarrassed at her nakedness. She stumbled on a wet rock. Tristan leapt to his feet and went over to her.

He knelt beside her. “Your leg, are you OK?”
 

“Yes I think so.” She looked up at him with her blue eyes, and she shook her head slightly “No… I…” she whispered it softly. Her lips parted her tongue flicked across them making them glisten. Suddenly the air around them seemed to crackle and his heart pounded; the fresh smell of her, the warmth of her naked skin, he kissed her. Her body trembled beneath him. He half expected a slap but her tongue sought his.

She felt him harden against her thigh. The barrier she had been holding ever since she first touched his mind collapsed. She could not deny herself any longer. She wanted him with every fibre of her being. He was not one of her people, his ways strange an alien, but her desire radiated out from a hard knot in her very core, taking all reason with it. This was the point of no return, she could not go back now.
 

Her heightened senses were aware of him. She was hot with need, aching for him. The kiss had sealed both their fates.
 

He shifted position laying, his body over hers. Her heart pounded and blood raced like molten fire in her veins. Her arms went round his shoulders, pulling him down to her. She arched her back as she grabbed is hand and guided it to her breast. Throwing her head back she groaned as he kissed her neck and her breast hardened beneath his hands.
 

She clung tightly to him, her body writhing, breathing heavily between little sobs and sighs. She guided him with her hands and her mind. He kissed her face, long pent up tension and passion gripped them. She reached for him, wrapping her legs round his thighs to pull him deep into her. The permanent connection was made. The sudden telepathic and physical connection caused her senses to explode. Tristan gritted his teeth as her body pulsed in rhythmic waves around him.
 

She tightened her legs round his back, pulling him ever closer to her. He was taking her to a place that stole her soul. The heat engulfed them. They moved together slowly at first then ever faster. The second explosion came far more powerful than the first and she bit his lip as shuddering uncontrolled waves took her body. She held him to her, her legs pulling him deeper, their embrace so hard that they both felt they occupied the same place in the universe. They were for one powerful, overwhelming moment, the same person, minds as well as bodies linked in a burning fire, giving and receiving under a strange sun.

They lay together in the warm sunlight totally spent. After a while she lifted her head to look at him her long soft hair cascading over his chest. “Tristan?”

“Yes?” He looked up into her strange blue eyes each like a cloudless blue sky. “What?”

“When we mate it is for life, you felt the connection didn’t you?”
 

He nodded. “Yes, I have never experienced anything so intense before.”
 

“The first time Sicceians mate there is change, our telepathic connection is synchronised, and it can only happen to us once. It is not like that for your species is it?”

He regarded her silently for a moment, her presence in his mind like a gentle caress. “Normally no, we do tend to bond for life, but it is in no way irreversible.” There was a sensation of wistfulness, tinged with fear coming from her.

She nodded, her hair tickling his chest. “Like you and Sarah?”
 

Tristan did not know whom she meant for a moment. “With you it was totally different, something has changed.” The faint edge of fear receded from her mind.

He stroked he hair. “When I was in the Navy I volunteered to be part of an experimental weapons program,” he continued as she rested her chin on his chest, watching him. “It involved a direct connection to the weapon through an implanted interface. Something went wrong. They were not sure why or how but my mind rejected it. They could not remove it. I was severely compromised with constant headaches. I lost my confidence, my ability to function properly. They pensioned me off.”
 

She nodded. “Go on.”

“When I got close to your ship for the first time something happened, I could communicate with it. All I could think was your ship activated the implant, I don’t know how because I was told it had fused, but the constant ache suddenly vanished. I have not had a headache since. The point is, while we were making love I was overwhelmed at the connection we had. I know it would never be the same with anyone else and ordinary humans don’t have your ability anyway. My relationship with Sarah was empty and meaningless in comparison”.

He sighed. “It can only ever be you from now on. You have spoiled me for anyone else.” He smiled.

“Good!” She moved deliciously against him, his pulse quickened, and the fire returned. He pulled her towards him as she whispered in his ear, “I want you again.”
 

Much later, as the sun started to dip behind the hills, a faint chill was felt in the air. She sat up and reached for her clothes “Tristan?”

“Hmmm, come back here.” He reached for her. She nestled against him her jacket thrown across her shoulders. The wistful emotions had returned.

“Tristan?”

“Yes.”

“We can never have children.” She paused. “It is an imperative for us, females of my species I mean.” He felt her sadness as she said it. “Every cross species mating is sterile.”

He squeezed her. “Let’s not think of that now, we have a long way to go.” She nodded and he felt her put the thought out of her mind. “Aesia, how many species are there?”

“Oh, about thirty-five that we know of, why?”

“Do they all look more or less the same?” he asked, ignoring her question.

“How do you mean, the same?”

“Well, but for minor differences, like us; two arms, two legs, walk upright that sort of thing.”

“Yes.”

“Does that not strike you as strange?”

She shook her head. “No, I’ve never thought of it.”

“Well think for a moment, Alien species evolving on different planets which before space flight would be totally isolated, what are the chances of them being almost identical? You are built the same as a human female, have the same physiology, respond during intercourse to the same stimuli. Is that possible in a totally random universe?”

“No, I suppose not.” She paused. “You have mentioned that before, I really don’t know.” She shivered. “I’m getting chilly, let’s put up our shelter.”

They stayed in the oasis for almost a week. Tristan could quite easily have stayed there forever with her, but they had to move on. By this time, Aesia could almost walk normally; all she had was a slight limp.