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My heart nearly stopped when I saw her fall, unconscious, from Hightower. Hightower is the highest point on the continent and once held the home of our ancestral queens. Back in the days when we had a need or desire for such things. Now it is only visited by historians and students. And today, by invaders looking for a point of control from which to launch an attack. I could tell by the limpness of her petite body and the backward position of her wings that she was unaware of this place or time. She was lost in some odd merging of the future and past. Forgetting the battle, I dove after her. Our planet is important and needs to be protected against those invaders who have been soiling other planets for millenium. But in any situation I can imagine, nothing is more important than the other half of your heart. To go through life as though sharing lungs or gills or even wings is a physical concept but sharing a heart is so much more. I knew that I could catch her long before she reached the bottom. Perhaps the mere calling of her name might help her wake and spread her wings so we could rejoin the battle now so far away. If not, perhaps a slight nudge with an elbow. Never before had any of my people been able to fly while carrying another. It is some type of curse from before recorded history. But I knew that if I did not wake her, I would gladly try to carry her and join her in whatever world we reappeared. Perhaps no longer winged or and maybe married long before the traditional three hundredth birthday. Perhaps we might even be different genders? But always in love. Always sharing a heart regardless of all else. If words and wishes had been powerful enough it may have saved me the decision. Thankfully, I did not hesitate. I tried to spread her wings as best as I could and then reached around to hold her and hope my body trying to merge with hers would offer some life. My legs were around her torso to be sure we were together. When I was first able to see below the fog at mid-mountain, I knew it was only minutes until ground. Agonizing minutes of hoping and feeling and holding on for some sign of life. Some response to say she knew of the danger on some conscious level. I said "I love you!". I thought at first that our drop was faster but then it seemed to slow and seemed angular instead of straight. Not enough control to delay the inevitable but enough to give hope. Her body was still warm to my touch and I allowed my hands to roam over our favorite areas, possibly our last foreplay. And then the faintest of moans above the constant sound of movement. the slightest rise in her chest. I felt the muscles in her wings harden as though she were slowly gaining control. We were gaining control. The spiral took on a more artistic swirl than a drop of water. Loops and twirls as though choreographed. And then her beautiful eyes looking toward me and smiling. We seemed to both think simultaneously about in air sex. Just long enough until we remembered the reason we were so close to the ground. We tried to separate but could not, as though some violation for doing what has never before been done had melded us together. And then the brightness of the sun filtering through the fog as we sped toward Hightower changed she and I into us/I/we. Suddenly our wings that used to be three arms length were now twenty-one and our arms length was twenty-one times longer than before. In merely seconds, I/we were nearing the top of Hightower. The invaders shrank as we/i picked them and flung them to the death we/she nearly faced. In minutes they had been dispatched. But their transport began shooting and we/i flew directly at it. Into the upper atmosphere and into the frigid darkness of space. It was not possible that our/her wings could work but they did. Soon the alien ship was merely space debris orbiting a distant moon with billions of drops of alien blood intermingled with the cold metal, plastic and synthetics. It would serve as a warning to other adventurers. But then two more appeared from behind an asteroid and joined in attack against her/us. Nothing but raw power concentrated from two sources. We thought we might lose us until there was a shaft of dark that engulfed us in a blissful lack of senses. Drifting effortlessly and beautifully like a comet. A gift from the spirits who joined us perhaps. And then we/she were a comet. Sparkling in the inky void on the way to a known destination. Then suddently twin comets each racing in opposite directions and dragging an adversary with us. Past the other planets and both stars. Through the outer reaches of the galaxy and on to a few others. And then a final thrust to push the ship into an inter-galactic void. Too far to even see the distant galaxys in their many shapes and sizes. And then the long journey home. To wonder if we will remain as two or rejoin as one? An interesting point to ponder during the search for her. Although it matters little to me. We have always shared a heart. Is there anything more important? |