10 The Spiritual Sea

The delicate glow of the fire danced on the maroon materials from which the surrounding tents were created hiding inside not only extremely advanced technology, but also an ethereal youth who still remained in the arms of the unconscious, and who was taken by desert scientists-archaeologists two nights ago.

After the fever that was burning Mivio's body, no trace remained, and his milky white jade skin regained its former glow. While no specific cause of the fever burning his body was discovered, it was through the use of a handheld medical scanner, travelers whose all interest and knowledge focused on the history of their planet quickly discovered how exhausted this adolescent's organism and body were and obtained a simple, and also effective plan to cure him, which they immediately implemented.

After applying the treatment, travelers who were People of the Desert, for whom the greatest value was discovering ruins of an ancient civilization that, like a jealous lover, the desert wrapped with its sand, leaving a phenomenal young man in one of the tents, they went to the discovered ruins, next to which they have set up their camp.

Fascinated by the discovery, they studied ancient writing, which, if he saw an unconscious Mivio, immediately would associate him with the hieroglyphs that were the writing of the ancient Egyptians who once inhabited the Earth.

You might think that with today's advanced technology, deciphering this beautiful and mysterious writing shouldn't be difficult, but that would be just another of many deceptive guesses that can be more dangerous than it may seem.

Not only on this planet but throughout the cosmos, there were many secrets hidden that had not yet been discovered or their meaning remained obscured by a fog of ignorance.

Meanwhile, when Mivio was still in the enveloping embrace of darkness, that to him was like the gentle caresses of the sea waves, calming the jagged edges of his soul in another part of the desert on the Marshal's armored spaceship behind the tightly closed door leading to his private lodging the fluctuations in mental power, suppressed before being sensed, grew stronger.

For anyone else of less strength, noticing such instability would be a dangerous signal that mania was approaching, but these power fluctuations didn't apply to everyone else, but to the Marshal, who was not in force by the usual rules and assumptions.

Constituting the essence of beauty and dangers, the man lying on the large bed with scattered half-long platinum blonde hair, which on black velvet bed linen made of the highest quality silk, looked even more than every day, like liquid white gold, seemed disturbingly motionless. His steel, as it seemed eternally unfazed eyes were closed, and his long, dense lashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, making him a seemed even more similar to an ancient marble sculpture covered with eternal ice.

The man's unshakable visage concealed under the surface an increasingly raging psychic power that, like a wild animal, wanted to free itself to wreak destruction.

The Marshal plunged into his personal spiritual sea, a mental sanctuary to which, according to all available information, only partners could enter, and in which not only the spiritual state of the owner was reflected, but which, also by uncontrolled outbursts of psychic power, could ultimately be torn apart, destroying the core of the person to whom it belonged.

A huge spiritual beast, the incarnation of the Marshal growled and grinned its fangs while its phenomenal fur, a reflection of the color of its owner's hair, glistened from the drops of water running down it coming from the storm which ravaged the usually calm sunny sea coast and the beautiful large house that was created by the pure psychic power of a man and was located in his spiritual sea.

In the darkness which arrived with the storm was concealing the motionless figure of the Marshal, whose eyes glittered like liquid silver, which the most eminent artists and craftsmen locked in two of the noblest diamonds, or beautiful in its mortality liquid mercury, which lured people tempting them its extraordinary to later ruthlessly deprived of their lives.

The storm grew stronger and the sea waves swallowed more and more land as the wind sang its raging song.

Unexpected, something disturbed the spiritual sea.

Among the maddened foaming sea waves, a vague outline of someone's silhouette seemed to flicker, which now and then blurred as if he was about to disappear at any moment, dispel in space like a tempting delusion. You could barely perceive his contours suggesting that the intruder was a slim man with exceptionally long hair, that seemed to merge with the raging sea as if they were unity and this mysterious man was an impossible-to-exist manifestation of the very essence of the water.

A mighty roar shook the surroundings, and two pairs of predatory sparkling eyes focused on the long-haired figure. Like two beasts that saw their prey, which they didn't intend to let go of, the Marshal and his spiritual incarnation strained their bodies, feeling arise inside them a strange desire for appropriation.

In their minds almost completely taken over by instinct, there was only one word – Mine. My.

Threatening to turn into a mania that could consume all the Sentinel's sanity and, at the worst ultimate possibility, leave him mad and utterly destroyed, the still increasing fluctuations in the Marshal's mental power made his barriers drop, and his true interior emerges out on top – Unshakable and indifferent, as long as he will not meet what he desires and he will not appropriate it for himself, devoting his whole person for that unique existence. Giving him all their loyalty and tenderness about which possession few would suspect him.

The desire to sink his teeth into the adolescent's neck, marking him for eternity, and to drown in his scent bombarded the Marshal driving the storm raging around him. His psychic power, breaking out of the strict shackles of control, slowly distorted the space until only a scrap of sandy coast and a raging sea remained in his spiritual sea.

The cold space full of mute embrace, demanding surrender, that surrounded the man threatened to freeze everything around. On his face, which seemed to be carved out of marble, only his eyes were full of emotions that were difficult to decode and that no one had seen there before.

His strong, and concurrently slim body full of hidden strength twitched, and he began to approach the still flickering and indistinct figure of the intruder. He was like a beast on the hunt that saw his prey and was not going to let it go. Quiet and deadly.

Being a few steps away from the long-haired young man who seemed to be just waking up and regaining the scraps of consciousness, the Marshal using his special figure, immediately found himself in front of the stranger, who shuddered in shock.

Looking at his victim, the Marshal, noticed with a strange satisfaction that the long-haired adolescent was shorter than him, and reaches with the top of his head merely to the Marshal's chin, which further stimulated the man's now unstable instincts.

Licking his lips as if he was getting ready to consume, he began to lean toward the shorter man, simultaneously reaching his hand to his face.

The man had the impression as if his fingers were tingling, itchy with the desire to touch this strange and unusual phenomenon, which was the young man standing in front of him.

The Marshal wanted more and more to see what the stranger looked like, not just the vague contours that were blurring every now warning him that a fascinating figure could disappear at any moment, which awakened another of his instincts, making him still be ready for attack, to keep the intruder in his spiritual sea, not wanting to let him go.

At last, after a moment that felt like an eternity, the man's fingertips gently touched the smooth, slightly cool skin of the youth, and to his nose reached smell, which unfortunately evaporated too quickly for him to be able to identify or at least define.

A momentary touch that seemed to be an illusion made everything quiet around. The storm has gone away immediately, and the sun returned, illuminating the now peaceful expanse of the spiritual sea, which had reverted to its former appearance.

At the same moment as the Marshal's psychic power calmed down, the mysterious young man disappeared. His silhouette blurred like a dreamlike vision, which flew away together with the gentle sea breeze to distant fairy-tale lands.

The low and violent roar of loss that emerged from the man's spiritual incarnation has now shaken up the peaceful surroundings, and the man himself, with a hard expression on his face, lowered his outstretched hand, which he would then clench into a fist. His eyes returned to their ex-steel gaze in which, unlike in the past, there was not only cold calculation but also sparkles of certain emotions hard to identify and understand.

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A beautiful ethereal man, who hitherto lay motionless like the most magnificent of ice sculptures, created only to be viewed from a distance and which even the very idea of touching it seemed to be the greatest sacrilege, seemed to be slowly regaining consciousness. His eyelids were moved as if he was going to open his extraordinary eyes in a moment, in which it seemed that the sea depths were hidden, to where only a few rays of the sun reached, creating brighter blue crystals in them.

Mivio felt how through a dense fog surrounding his mind, a feeling of discomfort breaks through. His body, which had been very hot for a long time when, at the same time, he felt the cold penetrating down to the core of his bones, seemed to him now to be completely powerless and heavy, as if moving even the smallest scrap of it was a challenge that even the strongest bodybuilder with his old world – Earth, could not cope with.

The consciousness of the adolescent, which for a moment seemed to emerge to the surface, was again drawn into the deepest depths of the water abyss. It seemed as if his spiritual body, symbolizing his consciousness, was entwined with delicate silk threads that resembled a spider's web but, at the same time, was more indestructible than the hardest of metals. No matter how strongly he fought, he could not free himself from them.

The gentle touch on his face, which he felt not through his body but his soul, seemed to soothe him. A strange and inexplicable sense of security wrapped him like a warm protective cocoon.

The adolescent sighed on the feeling of comfort spreading from inside his body.

After a while, this all vanished as if it had never existed, and he felt a slight twinge in his heart and a momentary, quickly fading sense of loss.

As he plunged back into the darkness that enveloped his mind, he felt himself sinking deeper and deeper until his ears reached a roar that seemed to come from a distance, but, at the same time, as if it sounded right next to him.

Violently opening his fog-dazzled eyes, Mivio slightly parted his full tempting mouth, gasping rapidly into his lungs, like a drowned man emerging from the depths of the sea, finally being able to breathe fresh air again.