I had been meditating deep in the woods on the evening of a Sabbath when a pack of wolves attacked me. Only, these weren't ordinary wolves. These wolves desired energy above all else and would stop at nothing to get it. The more powerful the being, the more vicious they became.
I did not know how long I ran from them, but eventually I could not run any further. My legs became weak and refused to carry me any further. I collapsed in exhaustion on the ground. They caught up to me and before I knew it I was forced unconscious, my breathing shallow.
Two men found me. They had been gathering firewood for the winter which was predicted to be particularly harsh this year.
My body was cold and lifeless, I did not know if it was fate that brought them to me but at that moment I did not care. When I regained consciousness I did not know where I was.
I gathered it was a cabin of some sort, from what I could see in the dim lighting. I was laying on a bed, with the softest of quilts beneath me. My body ached with emptiness.
There was a hooded figure at the edge of the bed, staring at me intently. His eyes were harsh but his face was not. He was at the peak of his youth, very similar to myself. I tried to muster a friendly smile but felt my mouth twitched in agony instead.
I frowned as I sat up, I noticed a hand at my groin and a figure sitting next to me. I opened my mouth to speak but I realized I could not. I hadn't the energy to do so. Our eyes locked and I could see nothing beyond them.
These strange men seemed so foreign to me, I had a stream of questions. I was confused more than anything and I am sure this is how my expression appeared.
Why were they staring at me? Who were they? What happened to me? How did I get here?
I gasped as a thrumming of heat was pounded into my groin, by the simple use of his hand. It was just enough.
"Drink this and lay back, we are not nearly finished with you yet." Said the figure at my side. He handed me a silver cup.
I looked inside but could not deduce what it was. Though I did not know, I drank it because I was utterly parched and needed the fuel. The taste was so sweet and refreshing that I swallowed the entire thing in one gulp.
"Who are you?" I asked panting as my groin chakra began to awaken once more as he stimulated it. Awakened, truly I perceived, for the first time.
Neither one of the two answered my inquiries. Instead the figure beside me put a hand on my stomach and repeated, "Lay back. You lost quite a bit of life-force out there. It is amazing you still live."
His hand was so warm I tried my best not to whimper. I had never been in this position before. I felt so vulnerable to them. As if the depths of my soul were available to them to examine, analyze and worst of all: criticize.
The figure at the edge of the bed scoffed, "Must your ego be the size of China's population?"
"S'pherroth, out!" It was a growl so commanding I almost felt it at the core of my being. I flinched, causing S'pherroth to laugh as he jumped to his feet with speed, demonstrating brilliant control over his body. Perhaps out of the desire to impress.
He snuffed, "Fine, if I'm needed I'll be with my mice!"
