Author's notes:
This is an Alternate Reality story, where Atlantis, which the inhabitants called Baylon, was real and inhabited by a powerful humanoid race called Baylons.
About half the story happens in the bronze age and I've researched a lot for this story. If you find anything that looks like a mistake in the story, please double check to be sure that you're correct and then PM me about it. :)
A note about the language and notation:
The Baylon language is a predecessor to Latin, which is why it looks like Latin at a glance.
Mental communication is denoted by a < and ends with a >, so a mental communication will look like this: "< Who are you? >"
Some warnings
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This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.
It's a long story and I suggest that you read them continuously (At least for a first time read).
This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent.
P.S. I haven't gotten an editor yet, so any mistakes are mine. Interested editors are welcome :)
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Chapter 7 -- Speaking the language
Saturday, 17th of June 2000, Outside Malaga, Spain.
A slight knocking woke me up and it took a moment to register that I wasn't in Baylon times anymore. I knew the dreams were a result of my memory 'waking up' after the long meditation, but it didn't make the memories better or less painful.
Alice looked inside the room.
"Time to get up." She said with a smile and disappeared again before I had a chance to answer.
Feeling a lot more rested than normally after a nap, I walked to the bathroom to take clean myself and discovered that the words written on the toothpaste actually made sense. Not the name 'Colgate', which I assumed was the family name of the people making it, but writings such as 'Helps prevent stains' and 'Total protection."
It was good news, since it meant that my sub-consciousness was almost finished connecting things, enabling me to speak the language.
I spend some time in the shower saying stupid things to myself in English, just to get a feel about how it was pronounced.
As it turned out, English wasn't the hardest language to work with, since it was clearly related to the language of the Germanic tribes that I already spoke and to my ears, my pronunciation sounded fair, but not perfect.
Then again, I knew so many languages, that I doubted that I spoke any of them without an accent of some kind.
I would make mistakes and there were bound to be some misunderstandings, but it would speed up the communication a lot.
Alice was preparing meat for the grill, when I came into the kitchen and the others were nowhere in sight, so I winked at her and said, "You're good for my mind."
"Who so?" she asked, but then realized I was speaking English and almost dropped the bowl she was holding. "Your memory came back?!"
"Only one language, I'm afraid." I answered with a smile. "But it's a start."
"Yes, it is." She chuckled a bit. "And you have quite a charming accent. Kinda eastern European."
"Thanks." I looked around "I guess the others haven't returned yet?"
She grinned slightly. "They have returned, played in the pool, eaten dinner and went for another walk. You have been sleeping most of the day."
I smiled to myself. That explained why I felt well rested.
Taking a hold of my shirt, Alice dragged me closer for a soft lingering kiss. "But as long as it helps, that's cool. Now I just hope the twins are so tired tonight, that they'll fall sleep right away, so we can have some fun."
"They have problems sleeping?"
She sighed. "Yeah. They have growing pains so often that they really hate going to sleep and it takes like forever to get them to bed." She shrugged, causing her breasts to bounce slightly under the t-shirt. "Not that I blame them: If I woke up every other night with extreme pain in my arms or legs, I would hate going to sleep as well."
Nodding slowly, I thought about the kids' condition. If it was the same simple misalignment of the energy in the muscles, I had treated yesterday, there was an equally simple way of treating it: A series of exercises that stretched their limbs the right way would make sure that the energy ran the way it was supposed to, thus eliminating the source of the pain.
"I can show them some fairly simple exercises that would help a lot on that." I offered. "It will not help immediately, but in time it will."
"You know, if I haven't seen what you can do with acupuncture, I wouldn't believe you." Alice said with a smile. "Most doctors just tell me to rub their limbs and give them painkillers when needed." She paused to think and then asked. "How long time does the exercise take and how often should make them?"
"About ten minutes each morning and evening."
"Oh God." Alice said with a laugh. "Please make it as interesting as possible or it'll be hell to get them to stand still long enough to do them."
"I shall do my best." I promised.
It wasn't the first time I had taught kids, since whenever I needed a job during my travels, I tended to end up either as a teacher or as a healer depending on the circumstances and the culture. Another favourite job was 'storytelling performer from foreign lands', while I had avoided being a mercenary.
I don't mind fighting for people I like or causes I really believe in, but I'm not a sell-sword and my loyalty is not for sale. Besides, humans were quite capable of killing other humans on their own. They really didn't need my help for that.
While Alice continued her cooking, I walked outside and sat near the pool, pondering how to make the exercise interesting. Not that I understood why it was needed. If I were in pain and were taught how to avoid it, I would have followed the instructions every day, as if it was a decree from the Goddesses themselves.
A movement to my left caught my eye and turning my head, I could see Karen, Rita and the twins entering the front garden.
I suppressed a smile when I saw Karen's cheeks reddened a bit when she saw me. She nodded and smiled, but disappeared into the house along with Rita, while the twins ran over to me.
"< What're you doing? >" asked Zena mentally. From the good feelings that came along with the mental question, it was clear that she really enjoyed having somebody else than her sister to mentally talk with.
"< Thinking >" I said with a mental chuckle and asked vocally. "Would you two like to avoid having growing pains?"
"< Well YEAH! >" shouted Cyra in my head in a tone that clearly indicated that I was a moron just for asking, while both girls nodded vigorously. "< Hey... You speak English now! >"
"< It sounds funny >" Zena added.