Author's notes:
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
:
This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.
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 13 -- Storytelling
Sunday, 18th of June 2000, Outside Malaga, Spain
Evening arrived and when Alice went into the kitchen to make some food, Karen started cleaning the upper floor, while Rita did the ground floor, and I took the twins outside to do their exercises.
All in all, it went with almost perfect timing, as Cyra and Zena had just enough time to take a bath before the food was ready.
We had a nice dinner on the terrace talking, joking, and laughing, while we ate the food and the warm evening turned into twilight.
There are times in one's life where everything comes together to create an almost flawless moment and for me, this was one of those times.
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"Oh, by the way." I said, while Cyra and Zena were doing the dishes. "How come that you don't have music here?"
Both Karen and Rita smiled and discretely pointed a finger at Alice.
"Yeah, it's my fault." Said the blonde with a smile at the pointed fingers "We... the twins and I, watch so much TV when we're home, that I have banned it when we're on vacation, so we can have more quality time with each other, instead of sitting in the same room and looking at the screen." She glanced at the two others, which gave me just enough time to search my memory to discover what she was talking about. "And I had them promise, that they wouldn't break that rule, before we got here."
"It was kinda strange the first week." Added Rita with her usual grin. "But now we're a bit more used to it... still strange though."
"It still doesn't explain why you don't have any music."
"Ohh... That's Cyra's fault." Said Alice, "We did have an iPod, but she managed to drop it in the pool last week and I told her that we had to get the money from the insurance company before we got a new one. She needs to learn to be a bit more careful."
I guessed that an 'iPod' was one of the portable music devices, I had seen people walk around with in Malaga and nodded.
Karen chuckled. "They borrow one of our laptops to play music from time to time, so it's not like they're totally missing out on it."
Alice nodded at that. "And instead of TV, we play games, tell stories and in general go 'old school' with entertainment." She paused but added. "I hope that you don't mind that."
That thought was so surreal, that I started laughing, which caused all three of them to look at me as if I were slightly insane or at least mentally disturbed.
Finally, I got myself together, "Sorry about that, but I'm in a wonderful house with three beautiful, sexy, and intelligent women, who are as kind as they are hot, and we have amazing sex... Honestly, I couldn't give a monkey's ass about TV... It's like spending a week with Venus, Aphrodite and Qatisa and then start to complain that the plates weren't made of gold."
"Aww... That's sweet." said Rita with a chuckle, while the two others looked like they sort of understood what I meant, without totally getting it.
Karen leaned over to Rita, whispering "Who's the last one?"
"Oh... Qatisa or Qetech... it's an old goddess for sex and orgasms." Rita explained with a grin. "So basically, he called us three goddesses of beauty, lust and sex."
I nodded, causing Alice to laugh and give me a shoulder hug. "That have to be one of the strangest compliments that I have ever gotten."
Karen nodded "But a good one."
Rita looked like she was about to say something, but at the same moment the twins came back, so she changed her mind and drank some water instead.
Cyra signed something to Alice, who said, "In a moment, sweetie. Let's finish here first. Then I'll go get the storybook."
Zena shook her head and signed something that involved pointing at me.
Alice lifted her eyebrows and said, "I can ask." Then she looked at me. "They want me to ask you if you could please tell them a story."
Karen chuckled. "Thank God... for a moment I thought that it was Rita's turn to read again."
I ignored the evil look the brown beauty sent Karen and looked at the twins. "I would love to. What kind of story are we talking about?"
Cyra signed something, which Alice translated as "Something with action and fighting."
Zena nodded and smiled at me.
I thought about it and said, "Okay... but we need something to drink, and we have to move over to the sofas, so we're comfortable."
They nodded eagerly and ran into the house so fast, that I had to remind them mentally that I would like cold water or juice and not the sugar things they drank. I had tried those sodas we had bought, and they were way too sweet for me. Almost like drinking liquid honey all by itself.
Having been a traveler in a time where every newcomer in a city or village was expected to at least tell the latest news, hopefully followed by a riveting story, storytelling had been part of my life for a long time indeed, and as I walked over to the sofas by the pool, I thought about what story to tell.
In my mind, I discarded all the epic poems like the
Iliad, Gilgamesh
or
Ramayana
: They were too long, too serious, and most of them wouldn't work without an understanding of the culture they were made in.
A story sprang into my mind as I sat down, and while it would demand some explanations along the way, it would not only work, but it would also teach the twins something about mental powers.
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The twins came back with the soda and water and sat down in the chairs, while the three women took the cushions of the sofa and placed them on the tiles, so they could all relax on them.
A moment later Cyra and Zena mimicked them.
I took the glass of water and looked at the twins, lowering my voice. "I will tell you an ancient and magical story. It's so old, that nobody remembers it anymore, but it is rumoured, that whoever understands this story, shall have a happy life... So, listen carefully."
The twins nodded with wide eyes, so I continued. "A long time ago there was a mighty island kingdom in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. To the locals it was known as Baylon, but due to its location, it became known in the rest of the world as Atlantis."
With that introduction, I fell into the role of the storyteller as so many times before and told them the first part of a Baylon story for children, called
'The trials of the Inquisitor"
.
The Trials
is a story that my father used to tell my sister and me and it's basically a moral story that drums up the old Baylon virtues, such as intelligence, learning, self-control, courage, and integrity.
That wasn't the reason that we had loved it and requested it every time we had the chance: We loved it because it had a kick-ass story line, funny quotes, interesting characters, terrible monsters, evil villains, lots of action and lots of Ars Magica, Ars Mentalis and even some Vis, which in my childhood was a mysterious force.
It's also the story that made my old teacher Kaeso Atilus Maximus famous, as the story was about him and some of the adventures he had.
At a glance, the story is quite simple: A group of people disappears while traveling in the Middle Sea, leaving loved ones and relatives to search for them without luck. Since it was done with magic, Inquisitor Captain Kaeso Maximus is called in to investigate and the story follows him, as he goes on to search for the missing people. Along the way, he meets several other people, and they join forces to overcome the evil kidnappers.
However, with all the twist and turns the story takes, it's anything but simple and it's divided into parts, designed to be told one after another.
I told it the same way as my father had done, which included sending subtle mind-images of the scenes in the story to help the listener's imagination along.
The major difference was that, unlike my fathers, my audience didn't know anything about Baylon and what they thought they knew about it from the legend of Atlantis was mostly wrong.
So, I weaved some general knowledge about Baylon (Calling it Atlantis) into the story, keeping it to things they would need to know later on in the story to understand it.
Cyra and Zena loved the story, especially the way mental communication was a natural part of it, and when I described the last battle, they were practically sitting on the edge of their seat, soundlessly cheering as the first bad guy was defeated.
Then they looked disbelieving at me, when the heroes didn't find all the people they had been looking for and prepared to continue their search. "... but that's a story for another day."
Zena signed something while looking a little cloud of thunder.
"She says: You
got
to be kidding!" Alice translated with a laugh.
Grinning I shook my head "No. I have talked enough for now. You will have to wait with the rest of the story."
Reluctantly they got up.