It all began two days ago on the peaceful sanctuary of the Women’s Island, or ‘Paradise’ as the women themselves call it, it is another word that is used to describe her birthplace.
Amalthea always understood how name tags had a big influence on how the two divisions of the world interact with each other, in a similar way, her followers in Paradise had their own name that they had invented for the Men’s Island, they called it ‘Odd World’.
According to the same book of legends that talked about blood and roses, the two islands were once one nation, ruled by discrimination and sexism, women were abhorred by the very same sons that they raised or fathers and husbands they loved, that was until the great revolution that was started by a few women who had the aid of the nymphs changed everything, the table of powers flipped over that very same day.
From that moment forward, women continued to live separately under the protection of the nymphs who came to their rescue on that fateful occasion.
Amalthea was going about her business the way she usually does, she had met with her assistants and welcomed a new nymph by holding a ceremony for her graduation from her human ways, she checked on the village and took inquiries about the supplies that were needed for the approaching winter, she laughed and played during the weekly parade that the women put together, decorating their hair with pink and white flowers, and making sure that their skin is well hydrated under the autumn sun.
Her last task was to get together with her followers by the seashore for their daily power harvest of the sunset, the topic they were discussing this time was the approaching boats from Men’s Island, it was that time of the year again.
Willing men who were approved by the nymphs were selected to come and place their seeds in hopes of being blessed with new life forms, the process required extreme vetting to make sure that no intruders with ill intentions would come and destroy the peace of the much protected and much coveted Paradise.
“Amal, take a look at this last candidate that sent his application with the wind, I think many women in the village would fall head over heels for him!”
One thing Amalthea could always count on was the good eye of this one particular follower, she always went for the pretty boys that Amalthea would never have picked, and during this annual occurrence, to be fair to this mischievous follower of hers, she did pick men that women in the village favored, even if her intentions were not the purest ones.
“And by many women in the village, do you include yourself too, Meli?”
“You can bet the entire book of whispers on that, my friend!”
“Remember to only have your fun after the task they are here for has been successfully accomplished.”
“Oh for the love of nature Amal, do you have to repeat your commands every single year? I wish to remind you that we do live for centuries, are you going to scold me for that one time for the rest of our eternities?”
“Three times, Meli, three times, in one decade.”
“Who is counting!?”
“I am, the rest of my followers, and the record we keep for the annual visits.”
“Fine! Fine! I stand before you a repentant nymph, a committed follower that will only observe silently from hidden places undetected, and then only approach if a man calls for me, if nature smiles for me as it usually does, it will be that one over here!”
Meliae pointed at the paper in her hand then winked at her good friend and heiress playfully.
“You better comply with these orders this time around Meli, there will be consequences if you do not, I mean it.”
Meliae jumped and hugged Amalthea who hugged her back enthusiastically, one man was not going to drive humans to their extinction, but nymphs were infamous for their playful ways and it was one of Amalthea’s duties to keep them in check.
They respected their heiress and thrived to please her and stay on her good side at all times, they knew too well how powerful she was and admired her because she chose to rule over them with friendship instead of force.
With the queen not having nurtured a child of her own, Amalthea was handpicked for her exquisite qualities and immense life-force, there were no other nymphs who could replace her or stand on the same level with her. And she was greatly loved.
“You know Amal, I would not have to go to these lengths if the legend of our pairs had any credibility to it.”
Meliae’s tone took a darker curve and she spoke with loneliness that could only be measured by an immortal who had walked the earth for at least a few centuries.
“What are you talking about all of a sudden Meli? You know that the last time one of us found a pair was before the times of our queen and the mother queen before her, it is simply a lullaby that mother nymphs pacify their nurtured daughters with.”
“What about the pure-blooded nymphs? They do come from somewhere now do they not?”
“Meli, stop giving me and yourself a headache. Is this how you set a good example for our new friend who has joined us today for the first time?”
“Haaa Amalthea! Do not mind me, please! I am just honored to be here and happy to be able to listen and learn from all of you.”
“Welcome to our circle again Anna, let us be reminded of the blessing that nature gifted us with today, the gift of a new life that took our spirit form, we pledge to return your gift by sharing our life-force with the other beings who are in our need and yours.”
The gathered nymphs crossed the shore after Amalthea, she stood on the closest wave whispering for it to stay still until they are done with their business, the nymphs drank the last rays of the day’s sun, completely oblivious to the fact that their peaceful ways were about to be shaken to the core.
It was happening the next time the sun would rise to declare the beginning of another day in Paradise.
Every day, a new sun rose above Paradise, slowly but surely embracing the sea, the land, and all living creatures that took shelter in either one of those two. Life pulsed throughout Paradise just like blood is pumped through a mortal’s heart, Night followers got replaced with the followers of the day, both relying on each other to complete the many tasks that needed to be done to ensure the cycle of life continued without fault, and still got their much-needed restoration period as they took turns hibernating. Being a nymph meant being a part of the ever-unfolding secrets that the universe kept to itself, much like hormones were the magic that organized a mortal’s body, nymphs were the magic that organized the elements of the mortal world. Amalthea, however, was a different story. Her extraordinary life force meant that she rarely needed restoration, a few days a month were more than enough for the heiress, she was committed to her role with every particle of her being, which made
The Heiress conducted a quick assessment of the situation and immediately understood what was going on, it was not strange that the sea issued then conducted the death sentence over the men. ‘I cannot communicate with the fire’ Whatever was going on aboard that sinking ship, it was not a natural occurrence, it has got to have happened because of something that men have created. Nymphs were superior beings when it came to the world that naturally existed around mortals, but when it had something to do with technology and the inventions the humans came up with, the nymphs fell way behind, they did not need to understand the things that were not natural, and so, there was no way for Amalthea to fully comprehend what went wrong with whatever that was threatening to turn the men’s ship into ashes. One thing was for sure, that thing was not fire. The winter wind intervened implying that a trick might have been involved, the men could be scheming to land over Paradise with the aid of the
Amalthea whispered to the wind to help push her pair over to her, he pounced at her like a majestic hawk, arms wide open, about to embrace her. Her inner energy exploded with an unknown sense of anticipation and she whispered to the wind to let her go, not wanting the air to separate them from each other. She tried to identify the heat that she felt under her human form’s skin, a sense of despair took over her with the need to name this new feeling. ‘Desire’ was the name that rightfully described the melody that was played by the components of her inner energy, longing for this man’s touch. It took over her like the fire that consumes the dry wood, and when the collision happened, she welcomed him like the thirsty summer earth welcomes the first drop of rain after the drought season. Her breasts perked as they were pressed to his wide chest, her arms surrendered control to his firmness as he locked her in his blissful cage, her long long legs intertwined around his waist, and thoug
Someone else was approaching. She detected a safe field when an older man closed in from behind her, carrying human clothes, he stopped and looked at the president, then carried on when he got a nod from him, his cold wrinkled hand grabbed her arm and supported her upward, he stood in the way between her and her beloved, even though the man was short enough not to form a barrier between pitch-black and midnight connected eyes, she simply hated it. The man draped the wide shirt that had his energy and surely belonged to him over her shoulders, he tied together her hands then started closing the buttons one after another, avoiding direct contact, when his finger brushed over her breasts once, her eyes looked down at him, he looked up at her apologetically. The vibes he emitted were those of a mother, and she immediately understood that he was a father to someone somewhere. 'Children do change everything' She brought her eyes back to her pair, already missing him after their very sho
The witch fell to the ground abruptly.The president had to restrain his arm that almost went on its own to steady her, she looked up at him from beneath long coal-colored lashes, the contrast between her fair skin and her dark eyes and hair was a heavy load for a man to carry, but this was not the biggest contrast this fake woman showed him.Her eyes wore the manliest of all looks, it was fixed deep within them, making way for her fearless soul to gaze upon him. For three seconds or maybe four, he imagined he was looking at himself in his mirror. The thought was..."Extremely disturbing...""...Marry me."She said, desperately."... Fuc*ing hell?"..."Did you hear what she just said to our president?""You are just hallucinating you fuc*ing idiot.""I did not even tell you what I heard you as*hole!""Are we all under the influence of the nymphs' spells now?""We are doomed! Doomed I tell you""SHUT THE FUC* UP MEN!"The president shouted over the panicking statements that were hum
Far away from the drowning men and the nymph that was about to save them, deep inside a ship that had set sails to Men's Island, Amalthea sat down on the floor.From the looks of the tiles that spread over the entire area, the men had transformed a corner in the kitchen to form a small prison, the cook left as soon as he locked her behind the iron bars while two men wearing black suits stood by the door on guard duty, they never once looked her way, would she have noticed them if they did?The heiress's mind was filled with her pair, leaving very little room for anything else. Her normally sharp senses were dull, she did not want to waste even one percent of her energy in the wrong place right now.'I doubt they will let me harvest the sunset today'Beyond Amalthea's control, a little of her life-force slipped out of her fingers after what her pair had done to her, when he pressed his forehead to hers emitting nothing but hostility, her energy exploded willing her to change into her s
Generation after generation, from desperate fathers to lonely sons, there was one conclusion the men as a community had reached about the darkest time of their history, the so-called women's revolution.The current president, Hylas, was not only in agreement with this conclusion but also its biggest supporter and advocator.The manipulative nymphs had used tabooed witchcraft to brainwash their obedient mothers into following the witches out of their island, Men's Island, the women's revolution was a myth, and a lie cannot cover the ultimate truth just as a man's finger cannot cover the sun.The truth that was passed in the Men's Island was that the Women's Island, or Paradise as the deceiving nymphs called it, was just an open-air jail.The wicked nymphs had taken their women hostage, they were held there only to be human shields, they remain obedient to the wicked witches because of the tabooed sorcery that took control over their brains, being the tender weak creatures they were, th
The president gave up on getting an answer out of the rebel, so he unpinned her hand from the bars and then half dragged her back to where she was lying down in the corner of the cell. Her consciousness warned her that she was about to slip away into hibernation so she tried reasoning with him some more."If you do not take me up, I will have to sleep the night away."He turned his attention to the nearby barrel and opened the lid."What a twisted way to say that your strange as* electricity would disconnect otherwise, so what is so bad about that for me?"Right there from where Amalthea limped, her hand reached out to clutch his foot in panic."Now that I have found you, I am just not ready to leave you alone, my beloved."After measuring her pair, she knew he was not weak, far from that actually, he was perhaps the strongest human being she had ever met, he took great care of his body that looked and felt like a man's armor, the quality of his magnetic field was also healthy, she kn