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Owedæghax proceeded deep into the open desert towards the beckoning whispers of the woman.
Come and join with me, she enticed repeatedly to him. Owedæghax's Cognition was inveigled and numb from her sensuous pleas. His focus was narrow and nothing else
interrupted his train of thought. Not even his faithful companion, the noble squire, Liám.
Liám remained by the side of his Mazzaroth for days in the deep desert and he hastened quickly to
stay by his side along the way. There were times he nearly dehydrated, but the blessing of Iskàul was upon Liám. Despite the heat, he was not weakened by the overpowering srías,
and he believed that Owedæghax, on the other hand, was punished by his god. The srías overpowers him but he does not know it. A week had passed since Owedæghax journeyed into
the desert and inspite of the harsh environment, Owedæghax persevered at the hand of another. Princess Iluíra? Strange as it was, but Owedæghax never wavered in his pursuit of the Princess Iluíra.
Liám did not understand what pulled Owedæghax away from his Cognition and Liám observed that Owedæghax was not at peace with himself.
He tunes out the Abjurants! Regardless of his condition, Liám made a solemn oath to his Mazzaroth not to leave his side. He needs me, he thought respectively.
I must insure his safety and legacy.
The Nash Desert was barren in all directions, and the only aspects, which highlighted the sandy, brown surface,
were the sand dunes. Some towered over the desert and some created swallowing valleys. Yes, the sand was an obstacle and barrier, but it was the only notable surface to the barren Nash lands.
Everything else was empty. In all directions, there was nothing, only towering dunes.
When night fell on the seventh day in the desert, Owedæghax stopped dead in his tracks, but unbeknownst to him, his faithful
companion lagged behind somewhere. He was nowhere in sight! Liám was lost in the deep desert...or dead! Once again, this did not catch the attention of Owedæghax. He failed to recognize
that his faithful companion was missing, nor did he care. So it seems. He was under the spell of another. Looking straight ahead in the moonlit, blackness of night, Owedæghax saw a woman
dancing erotically near a tent. He watched lustfully, as she danced around a campfire. It was his destination.
The strange woman danced seductively and chanted to Owedæghax, extending her hand and bidding him to come into her.
She knew that he arrived from afar, and her plan for reaching him had worked. The woman had fiery, red hair, and as Owedæghax approached her, he noticed that her hazel eyes glinted sharply in the light of pheka.
A glint of fire in her eyes. She continued to lure Owedæghax closer, so he could see her better and behold her extreme beauty.
Continuing to approach the woman, he was overcome by her voluptuous figure. It captivated him while she danced under the moonlit sky. She wore only a
two piece garment, which revealed her shapely bosom and curvy form. Owedæghax was completely enticed now. She had set the bait and caught the fish. The woman moved closer to Owedæghax, rubbing the bare skin of
her inner thighs against his loins, trying to arouse him. Then, she placed her hands upon his bare shoulders and rubbed them affectionately. She was preparing to initiate the first move. Finally, she spoke hypnotically
with a sweet, euphonious voice. It soothed and pacified Owedæghax, filling him with passion. "I am Princess Iluíra," she introduced. "I have my instructions to lie with you and create Aga'abair, the great lineage of
the Great Prophet."
This was the one who would become the Father Historian in the realm of Arden. But, there was more to this pact that Owedæghax was unaware of.
Owedæghax moved closer to the Enchantress. Her reputation preceded her--literally. She was the personification of Desire itself. He wrapped his arms around
her awesome physique without second guess. He desired to cling onto her smooth and flawless skin. "Yes, my dear," he stated. "I know what is required of me as well." Owedæghax did not hesitate to touch or fondle the Princess,
because he had already embraced her intuitively, desiring to know her intimately. "I will ensure that this prophet prolongs my legacy," he stated, looking into her fiery, hazel eyes. Her sharp eyes drew him into her deeper until
Owedæghax had forgotten about all that he was. An entrance into her Window of Essence.
Princess Iluíra began removing Owedæghax's clothes, and doing the same unto her, they both went into her tent to make love with one another. Inside the tent,
they both layed across the ancient Nash sand, caressing and embracing each other. Owedæghax stroked her bountiful hair and forced himself with gratifying pleasure against her bosom, while Princess Iluíra returned the affection
only greater than it was given. Continuing to caress each other, the night had become satiable and pleasing to them. Their lovemaking went on beyond the culmination of pheka, through out the night. A long time. As
fulfilling as making love to the Princess was for Owedæghax, he had never experienced love to this magnitude ever, and it was satisfying to him.
Just before dawn, Owedæghax layed upon his back with the Princess by his side. The fulfilling night had tired him and he was ready to sleep.
He hadn't slept in days to begin with. Owedæghax pulled Princess Iluíra closer to him, finally closing his eyes. Ready for sleep.
Suddenly, Owedæghax began sweating profusely, losing a great quantity of his water, and his only response was wiping his forehead. Heat raged like a
furnace in his head, but it didn't seem to phase him with worry. He was sick, and he failed to make the connection of what was happening to him. At this point, he really didn't care, as long as he was satisfied by Princess Iluíra.
His conscience and purity was escaping his body. As sweat continued to bead over his body, he layed quietly, not noticing the folly of his ways. It was his final forfeit to his identity. His god, Vínuim, had forsaken him.
The morning dew of his god would no longer refresh him each day.
Just before falling asleep, Owedæghax heard Princess Iluíra whisper in his ear. It was garbled and unclear, because he was tired,
but upon hearing her, his insides perked up for the first time, since his departure to meet her. "Thank you for giving me what I needed to deceive you," she whispered faintly. She kissed him on the forehead.
Still not hearing well, Owedæghax passed out quickly. Did he hear what he thought he just heard?
The saga of Owedæghax... ^