“You literally just described God.” I shook my head.
“Think smaller, we aren’t talking all of reality here, we aren’t talking about a solar system, or a galaxy or the universe. We are talking about a ripple, roughly the size of Alaska spread between layers of reality, a pocket or bubble within true God’s creation.”
“Ok, so a Godling.” I shook my head.
“Why is this so difficult for you?” Eve asked.
“It’s just a leap, but then again I wasn’t here to witness it.”
“We needed food; we got fertile soil and fresh water. We needed rain and a night and day cycle to balance the circadian rhythm we got it, we needed a way to care for the people that couldn’t ever leave this place, we needed help from the other side to make this place livable, he gave us the element and suddenly we had a way to bargain for what we needed” Eve paused, “I have seen more miracles and more goodness in this place, than I ever saw on Earth.”
“Ok, but you can’t expect me to buy into this religion on the first day.” I shook my head.
“It’s not even really a belief structure, it’s just… our reality.” Eve stood up.
“It’s the first day, give me time.” I assured her.
Outside the bells rang loudly from the massive tower behind the castle.
“Oh! Come look.” Eve stepped next to the window and looked into the sky, still awash with the milky rift plasma that marked the linking of the two worlds that lit up the entire surface of Eden.
I stood next to Eve and held her with my arm around her; together we looked into the sky. Suddenly and without warning, the entire plasma field hissed and in an instant completely disappeared, leaving behind a formless and completely empty void above us. No stars, nothing just pure black. Only at the horizon was there a faint red glow in a jagged line beyond the mountains and lights from the city. Then like an echo the ground below my feet rumbled, a small tremor. I was horrified.
“That is… that is frightening.” I took a step back, “No stars?” I asked.
“No stars.” Eve nodded, “Nothing out there, just us here. Nowhere to go, nowhere to strive for, just people to care for and a life to live among other people, doing our best to help each other.”
“That is noble, but contrary to human nature.” I glanced back at the empty sky like looking into the bottom of the deep end of a pool. “Sorry, I am not ready for that.” I stepped away from the window.
“It will be better in the morning.” She promised.
“The rift is gone?” I asked.
“Yep, till the next cycle. Now you are stuck with me.” She stuck her tongue out.
“Promise?” I flirted to confirm.
“Not going to marry you or anything, at least not yet, certainly not ready to have your children. But we are good together, we at least have time to get to know each other properly now.” Eve lay down on her bed and stripped off her clothes, leaving her completely naked.
“So, the floor then?” I teased.
“Not on your life.” She demanded, “Get over here.”
The kiss we then shared was one of complete surrender. She in no way had allowed herself the hope that I would come to her, perhaps my youth in comparison to her had warned her off and put me in an personae of inconsistency. Perhaps the logical parts of her mind simply took over, as they had done mine. Regardless, we were finally together. Together in whatever this place was, with whatever adventures and tragedies awaited us, we would remain together.
Eve ran her fingers from my waist up my ribs and over my chest. The wind from the open windows blew slightly into her room and out the other side. I held her close, allowing the panic and despair of losing her to unwind and disappear from me. I imagined then that the sounds of lovemaking in this place were seemingly public, open windows and close living spaces.
“Together.” Eve whispered in my ear as I entered her. “Finally together.”
I opened my eyes to find that she was sobbing, tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Eve…” I stopped.
“Don’t you dare, keep going.” She demanded.
She was much more than I had expected, we grasped and held on to each other both aggressively and out of panic, in a hurry but at the same time wanting it to last forever.
When finally we had both had enough the breeze from the open windows was welcome, cooling and drying away the sweat from our night. I looked at the white stucco ceiling aimlessly and lost in thought. I wondered what the morning would bring, what strange land had I come to seeking her. But not once did I feel foolish, or unready, I was ready to give myself to this place, to give myself to Eve, whatever that meant. Whatever that cost.
About The Author
S. Abel de Valcourt
S. Abel de Valcourt is a multi-genre author of several books including The Blood of Thera, Tehom and Deltas. He is also the author of the ongoing serial The Buttonist.
An obsessive personality and introvert he finds solace in family, history and his myriad of collecting interests.
A father of four children, a collector of buttons and photographs, a history buff and lover of beautiful things.
Books By This Author
The Blood of Thera
The Plow of Qayin
The Buttonist
Deltas
Tehom
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