Date: Fri, 26 Nov 2004 18:11:57 -0500
From: Michael Marsh <bghrdpcs@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Guardian: Part 2

As with the previous chapter, the following disclaimers/conditions apply:
This story is a fictitious account. Any relation to any persons, living or
dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains male-to-male sex between
consenting adults. If you are under the age of 18, or if it is illegal in
the area in which you live to read such materials, please continue no
further. This story is copyrighted by the author, and no portion of this
story may be copied, distributed or republished without the author's
express, written consent. Now that I've gotten all the legal mumbo-jumbo out
of the way, I seriously hope you enjoy this second installment.

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Brad was standing in the middle of a babbling brook, his Gap jeans rolled up
to his calves, his bare toes wiggling in the coolness of the rolling stream.
The water was pristine; he could even make out tiny fish as they swam along
with the current. He could feel the water tugging at him almost forcefully.
If he were to walk along the bed any further, he surely wouldn't be strong
enough to withstand the force of the current.

"What am I doing here?" Brad thought to himself. The last few days were an
absolute blur. In fact, he couldn't place any concrete memory of actually
traveling to where he was right now. And he knew where he was: he was at
David's cottage in upstate New York. It was the middle of one of those
beautiful New York autumns. The foliage was a variety of primary colors:
there were green, red, orange and yellow leaves all around. It was quite the
picturesque spot. David owned the land surrounding this little getaway, and
there weren't passersby for miles. "But, how..." Brad wondered, "how did I
get here?"

Those thoughts slowly drifted away as he looked at the fishing net he held
in his hand. He felt the coolness of the stream at his feet; he smelled the
crispness in the brisk autumn air; he saw the setting sun high in the
distance, slowly making its descent across the rolling hilltops. The sky was
a canvas of cascading shades of red. The evening air was beginning to chill.
Brad shivered and slightly nuzzled himself in the warmth of his navy blue
fleece. Just then, Brad jumped as a fish swam into his leg.

"Did you catch anything yet?" called a voice from behind. Brad turned around
to see a figure moving through the shaded pines of the small forest. He cast
his glance up the hill and saw smoke coming from the chimney of David's
cabin.

"David must have gotten the fire started, and now he must be coming to see
if I have caught any fish to eat," Brad thought. "Well, I haven't exactly...
caught anything yet." Brad looked down at his empty net. He'd watched David
do this a hundred times before. He always made it look so easy. David had
said on several occasions that it shouldn't take more than a half an hour to
catch a few decent fish. Well, Brad had been out here for the better part of
an hour and he hadn't caught a thing.

"Sorry, David, I haven't had much luck yet," Brad said, apologetically.

"Well, you might want to try actually sticking the net in the water, you
know. The fish aren't exactly going to jump up and greet you," David joked.

"Oh, yeah, I knew that. It's just... so beautiful up here and so peaceful. I
guess I got lost in my own thoughts."

"Yeah, it's easy for that to happen. That's what I go up to the lake for. I
can spend five or six hours up there and catch nary a fish, but I will come
back completely fulfilled," David said. By now he had taken off his shoes
and rolled up the pant legs of his khakis and had waded out into the stream
behind Brad, wrapping his strong arms around his partner's waist.

"This is the perfect picture of bliss, Dave," Brad whispered, as he felt
David squeeze him tight. He then felt David's thick warm lips on the back of
his neck. David always had the most gentle touch whenever he would hold Brad
or kiss him. David had said it was because he felt like the Beast, and he
didn't want to crush his Beauty, so he wanted to be extra gentle and extra
careful when he and Brad made love. David would also say that most people
don't know how to make love anymore, anyway, and he wanted to bring back
good, old-fashioned love-making.

"There's no one around for miles," David said, as if he were reading Brad's
mind. "And even if there were someone nearby and watching, who cares? I want
you right here and right now."

"Are you kidding me? The sun will set within the hour and it will be cold
and dark."

"Obviously, I will be right here to keep you warm," David muttered into
Brad's ear, spinning his lover around and pulling him close into a tender
kiss. David's lips barely touched Brad's lips at first, just barely enough
to feel the contact. Then he pressed his lips onto Brad, gently still, but
with increasing pressure and building passion. Then David opened his mouth
as they kissed, to allow the warmth and moisture of their lips to intertwine
with each other.

As they continued kissing, David began slowly caressing Brad's cheek and jaw
with one hand, while his other hand held the small of Brad's neck and the
back of his head. David loved the feeling of Brad's soft, wavy hair,
especially now that it had some length to it. He also loved to caress Brad's
skin, which was equally soft and warm.

Brad moaned into David's mouth at the touch of David's hand on his cheek. It
amazed Brad how gentle this giant could be. David was twice Brad's size, but
his touch and sensitivity belied his stature. No one could make love like
David could. Brad couldn't figure out what it was that made David so good.
He just was.

"You are so beautiful, Brad, do you know that?" David said, breaking off
their kiss and holding Brad's face in his hands. "Let me look at you. Look
at how beautiful you are! From the top of your forehead --" David began
kissing Brad's forehead -- "to your deep, blue eyes, to your silky skin and
beautiful smile --" David was now caressing all of Brad's face -- "And these
lips that are so warm and sensual that I just get lost in them."

With that, David began kissing Brad again, this time allowing his tongue to
enter into Brad's mouth.  When David used his tongue it was never obtrusive.
He wasn't one of those guys that slobbered all over you like they were
marking their territory; his tongue was just wet enough to be erotic, and
warm enough to make you melt. Brad felt his knees go weak, and he held onto
David's shirt to steady himself. There was nothing better than this moment
right now. Brad didn't even feel the chill of the water on his feet anymore.
All he could think about was how much he wanted to be exactly where he was.

David started kissing all over Brad's face. He paused to suck on Brad's chin
very gently, feeling Brad's chin stubble on his tongue. He ran his hands
underneath Brad's fleece and lifted it over Brad's head, throwing it across
the stream and onto the grass. He kissed Brad again as he unbuttoned Brad's
flannel shirt, exposing Brad's bare skin to the autumn air.

Brad didn't even feel the chill of the air as his skin was exposed. All he
could feel was the warmth of David's hands on his bare chest, and the
hotness of David's lips pressed firmly against his.

Kissing all the while, David ran his hands down Brad's muscular torso,
caressing his nipples gently, then slowly sliding his hands down to the
waist of Brad's pants. David reached his fingers behind the band of Brad's
underwear to feel the warmth of his crotch and to gently play with Brad's
trimmed pubic hair.

"We should get out of the water. We'll get our pants all wet here," Brad
said as David undid the belt buckle to Brad's jeans.

"Shh. Don't you worry about our clothes. I want to make love to you right
here," David said comfortingly, pulling Brad's jeans below his hips and off
of him. After tossing Brad's jeans onto the grass, David pulled off Brad's
boxer-briefs and threw them onto the grass, too.

Brad heard David catch his breath. "What is it?" Brad asked, looking at how
David was just staring at him, mouth and eyes agape.

"It's just that you still take my breath away. There are times that I just
can't believe how beautiful you really are." David stared at the magnificent
body of his nubile boyfriend. Brad's body was beautifully muscular, but he
was still slender and well-proportioned. His shoulders were broad, and his
back tapered nicely to his 28" waist. He was the perfect V-shape. His waist
and hips were tight and compact, just like his torso. His butt was muscular,
yet not overly so. David remarked to himself at the softness that there was
to Brad's beautiful, hairless ass. His body was firm, yet at the same time
he was supple and nubile. David wished that he could once again know what
it's like to have the body of a twenty-year-old man.

"You're so beautiful to me, Bradley," David whispered softly. The only time
he called Brad by his full name was when they were making love and David was
lost in his passion. "I have to have your body right now. I need you right
here."

With that, David quickly peeled off his own clothes and swept his young
lover up into his arms. His powerful legs walked up the stream to a place
where they could sit in the water without fighting the current too much. He
placed Brad down gently amidst the rocks and dirt. Brad noticed that the
water wasn't as cold as he thought it was going to be. He didn't even care
that he was probably sitting in dirt and would have marks from all the
rocks. He had never seen David this taken with him before. It made him glow
inside to feel all this love and attention.

Upon setting Brad down, David kissed Brad softly on the lips again. He began
kissing his way down Brad's body. First he kissed the lips, then softly and
gently along Brad's chin and jawbone. As he began kissing the nape of Brad's
neck,  David slid his tongue gently out of his mouth and traced small
circles on Brad's neck with his tongue. He then began to suck on and kiss
Brad's neck vigorously, pulling Brad close in his arms. As he held Brad, his
hands began massaging and caressing the small of Brad's back, while he
continued to suck on Brad's neck. All Brad could do was moan.

"God, David, that feels so good. No one's ever made love to me the way that
you do." In fact, Brad had no idea that sex could be this good without
actually fucking. With all of his past lovers they would just suck each
other's dicks and then turn and fuck. Within fifteen minutes to a half-hour,
the sex would be over. With David, things always lasted for at least an hour
or two, and he often made Brad feel like he could come without even
beginning to get close to his dick or his ass.

"I want to make you feel good, Brad," David's husky voice whispered in
Brad's ear. "I can't get enough of your body. You are so beautiful and I
want to make you feel good."

David began kissing and working his tongue down Brad's body. He started to
play with Brad's nipples, which he knew would drive his lover crazy. He
started by just kissing each nipple first, just working back and forth
between each nipple with little, soft kisses. Then he started to work on one
nipple at a time, starting off with a gentle kiss, then opening his mouth to
just let his hot breath blow on the nipple itself. When Brad started softly
squealing and lifting his chest up to meet David's mouth, David knew that
Brad was enjoying what he was feeling.

Then David started to use his tongue on Brad's nipples. He sucked all the
saliva out of his tongue so that his tongue was warm and relatively dry.
Then he just pressed his tongue on Brad's nipple, hard. Keeping the heavy
pressure on the nipple, David drew tight circles around the body of the
nipple, before flicking the head of the nipple quickly with his tongue.

"Ooh, God, that feels so good. Oh, David, don't stop! Don't stop!" David was
happy to oblige as he sped up the flicking of his tongue on Brad's nipple,
noticing how Brad's breath came in quicker and shorter spurts, and noticing
that Brad started dry-humping his crotch against David's torso. There was
nothing that pleased David more than knowing that his partner was enjoying
what he was doing.

David repeated the process on Brad's other nipple. First he started with
gentle kissing, which then led to a generous caress with a warm, dry tongue,
which was followed by quick flicks of the nipple itself. At this point, Brad
had his arms wrapped tightly around David's head, holding him in place. He
didn't want David to stop. He couldn't believe how good this felt. This was
a different kind of pleasure. Every inch of Brad's skin was alive and
receptive. Even the water rushing over Brad's skin was arousing him as it
powered over down his back and in between the crack of his ass.

David continued working his way down Brad's hot body, slowly kissing Brad's
tight abdomen and gently stroking his body with his hand. David skipped over
Brad's crotch completely, opting instead to begin massaging and kissing the
insides of Brad's thighs. David could feel the coolness of the water as it
rushed over his face while he kissed and sucked on Brad's inner thighs. The
water was tickling David's skin at the places where his body wasn't
completely submerged. It was the bonus of an added sensation, an extra pair
of elemental hands touching each of their bodies.

By now, Brad was completely aroused and ready for more. "David, please, I
need you to suck me off," he moaned plaintively. His dick was so hard now
that he felt that any attention it received would send him right over the
edge. He was so close to coming and he hadn't even received a blowjob yet.

David continued stroking and massaging the insides of Brad's thighs. He then
pulled his young partner's legs up and onto his shoulders, exposing Brad's
hairless ass hole to the cool rushing waters. As the waters poured over
Brad's hole, teasing it softly, David began to probe Brad's ass with his
tongue. Brad's ass was always tight and warm, and David loved to stick his
tongue deep in to Brad's tight hole, feeling the heat and tasting the
wetness of his hot flesh.

Brad was in heaven. David was alternating between using his tongue as a cock
and penetrating Brad's ass, and circling his tongue all around the outsides
of Brad's ass crack. David pried Brad's ass open a little further, allowing
access to one of David's massive fingers. As his finger began to work its
way inside the tight hole, David began kissing and sucking his way up from
Brad's ass to his heavy, cum-filled balls.

"Oh, David. Oh... oh, that feels incred -- oh!" Brad couldn't even finish
the sentence as he was driven to new heights of pleasure. Every time he felt
that he was getting as high as he could without coming, David would slow
down the pace and stoke the fire burning inside him. David knew that Brad
was working up to an intense orgasm, and he wanted to make sure that it
lasted a long, long time.

David continued rolling his tongue around Brad's heavy ball sack, taking
each one into his mouth and sucking on them. Brad was so aroused and so
close that all the pre-cum had leaked its way down his dick and was even
begin to coat Brad's nut sack. David sucked up all of that pre-cum as he
worked his way up Brad's shaft to the head of his dick, filling his lover's
hole with a second one of his fingers.

"Yeah, David, please suck my dick. Oh, I need it so bad. I'm so close --
I'm... oh, yeah," Brad lost the words as he felt David's moist, warm lips
wrap themselves around the head of Brad's cock. He felt so full with two of
David's fingers stroking and probing his ass, teasing his prostate. The
water was gently running across his face and chest and he could see it
rolling over the back of David's head as David bobbed up and down on Brad's
seven-inch cock. It was all getting to be too much.

David began to slowly allow all seven inches of Brad's dick to glide down
his throat, using the muscles at the back of his throat to squeeze the head
of Brad's engorged cock. He could taste Brad's pre-cum at the back of his
throat, and the way Brad kept  slowly bucking his hips, David knew Brad was
going to come soon.

David removed his fingers and stopped sucking on Brad's dick, using his
tongue all along Brad's torso, chest and neck as he slid himself up his
lover's body until they were once again face-to-face. He kissed Brad deep
and hard, their tongues entwining. David's hands were squeezing the soft
globes of Brad's ass as Brad wrapped his legs around David's hips.

David sat upright, so that his hips and legs were only in the water. He
pulled Brad up and on top of him, and Brad gently lowered himself onto
David's monster cock. He could feel all ten inches slowly enter him and
spread him open. For some reason, though, this wasn't as long and slow a
process as it normally could be. Even though David didn't rush or force Brad
onto his dick, Brad's ass opened easily to accept the mammoth cock.

"Oh, David, you fill me up so well," Brad moaned, wrapping his arms around
David's neck and kissing him, as he started to slowly fuck himself on
David's dick. Brad's own hard cock was rubbing itself along David's
incredibly hard stomach. Brad could feel his dick slide up the middle of
David's abs all the way up to the base of David's massive pecs.

David ran his hands through Brad's hair as Brad dropped his head onto
David's shoulder. David started thrusting slowly along with Brad, fucking
his partner slow as his partner fucked himself. The heat and wetness of
Brad's ass was intense, and it was such a contrast from the cool flow of the
water that surrounded them. Ever since they entered a relationship of pure
monogamy with each other, David and Brad had consented to no longer using a
condom -- something that increased the pleasure of the love-making between
them because of the extreme trust and love for each other such a thing
implied. David enjoyed all the added feelings and sensations his bare cock
could feel as it prodded and probed Brad's deep hole.

"Brad, you feel so good. I'm getting close, baby. I want us to come
together. Are you close?"

Hearing those words was all Brad needed. He could already feel his whole
body tingle as his orgasm built and grew from the base of his balls and his
stomach. "Oh, yeah, David, I'm close. I'm gonna cum soon," Brad panted,
kissing David's neck and  holding tight on David's back.

David slowed down his thrusts. He liked to let the pre-orgasmic feeling peak
several times before actually allowing himself to come. He could feel the
tides of his orgasm peak and valley as his thrusts slowed. Every time he got
really close or he could feel Brad getting really close, he would slow down
the thrusts and fuck Brad slow and deep and gentle. Then as the orgasm
started to subside, he would start fucking Brad harder and harder until he
felt he was going to explode. Then he would slow down and repeat the process
again and again. This ebb and flow continued for about ten minutes until
David couldn't hold back the tide any longer.

"Oh, Bradley, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum inside you! Oh, you feel so good.
God, Brad, I'm coming!" David's gruff voice shouted. Brad could feel the
ropes and ropes of David's jizz shooting deep into his bowels. All the while
David was still thrusting deep into Brad's ass. Feeling his lover shoot his
load into him was all he need as Brad felt his own, equally intense orgasm
overtake him.

"Oh, David, cum inside me! You feel so good inside me! Oh, David, I'm
coming, too! I'm coming!" Without even touching himself, Brad began to shoot
blast after blast of his own hot cum in between his and David's body. The
blasts were so strong that the first three all hit David in the chin and on
the neck; the rest of Brad's load was shot and subsequently smeared in
between the two writhing bodies.

Brad and David were both shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. David's
legs were so weak that he couldn't even hold sit up straight or Brad up
anymore and they both awkwardly collapsed into the stream. The cool waters
rushed in between their bodies, washing the remnants of the sex they had
away with the current. Brad and David just lay there, holding each other,
kissing each other and basking in the glow of the sex they just had.

As the heat and passion subsided, Brad suddenly noticed that it was really
cold lying there in the water. As if David had read his mind, he suddenly
stood up and reached his hand down to pull Brad up out of the water. The
couple crossed the waterbed and made their way back to the grass where their
clothes lay.

"Come on, grab your clothes and let's get back to the cabin. We'll warm
ourselves by the fire... if it hasn't burned itself out," David said,
grabbing his clothes and starting up the hill through the trees.

"Or if the cabin hasn't burned itself down  -- hey, David! What about the
fish?"

"Oh, I guess I'll just have to find something else to eat," David said,
flashing Brad that wicked grin.

"That's good, keep smiling. The sun is gone and that's the only way I can
see you," Brad joked, running up behind his partner.

"Watch yourself. It is a crime to insult a black man, you know," David said,
the same devilish grin on his face. He threw his arm around Brad's shoulder
as the two made their way through the trees and up the hill to the cabin,
stepping on the occasional twig or rock along the way.

Once inside the rustic cabin, Brad went to the bedroom to change his
clothes. First he decided to jump in the shower and clean the smell of
outside off of him. As the warm water ran all over his body, Brad thought
about how lucky he was to find such a wonderful guy all at the tender age of
twenty. Dating an older man definitely had its benefits. David was already
successful and wealthy, owning this cabin as well as homes in different
parts of the country and in Europe. He was a powerful executive in one of
the most successful advertising firms in the world. He flew all around the
world and went to parties with all sorts of celebrities. He had made his
mark on the world, and on Brad's heart, all at the age of 32. Brad wondered
if he could do the same.

At the same time, a random thought crept back into Brad's brain, freezing
him up and making him drop the soap.

How did he get here?

As Brad tried to wrap his mind around the events surrounding this weekend
getaway, he couldn't actually remember David coming to pick him up from his
dorm room, nor could he remember the long drive in David's Jeep Cherokee up
to this cottage. He would have been sure to remember the drive up, holding
David's hand and talking for the six hours the road trip usually took. He
was sure to remember going down on David while he drove, as Brad usually did
when they took their little weekend getaways. He was sure that he would
remember any of those things happening. But he didn't. The first real memory
he could conjure was standing in the middle of the stream, basking in the
peace of a wonderful autumn afternoon. But what happened before that?

"Okay, Brad, think, what's the last thing you remember?" Brad closed his
eyes and tried to think. He felt a chill run down his spine as the he
finally put his finger on what was wrong with this picture.

When did he and David get back together?

They hadn't. David was in London.

Gasping, Brad opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in the shower
up at David's cottage. He looked around and realized he was back in the
stall at the club, the memories of what was real flooding over him in waves.
The shock of the truth caused Brad to cry out. He was laying on his back,
and he was naked. As he stood up to put his clothes back on, he bumped into
Him. He looked up and saw David's face, and the body was David's, too. But
the eyes were wrong. They were glowing, and green.

Brad screamed in terror and tried to push himself away from this thing. He
didn't seem to have any voice available to scream, and his arms were
suddenly as heavy as lead. He couldn't move his legs to run and he couldn't
get away. He tried screaming for someone to help him, but all that came out
was a whisper. 'David' came toward him, eyes glowing green, and Brad
couldn't move a muscle. Brad looked down at his hands and saw that his
fingers had begun to bleed. His ears and his nose were bleeding, too, and he
suddenly couldn't breathe. He didn't know what was happening, but he could
feel himself slowly dying.

'David' made his way closer to Brad, who couldn't find any strength to run
away, and there was no air in his lungs for him to scream.

"And, now, my Brad, you shall be mine," the creature said, his eyes glowing
bright and his fingers clawing into Brad's flesh. Brad felt a pain like no
other as this thing in front of him began to suck the life out of him. All
Brad's attempts to scream or to strike at the creature were futile. He was
helpless and he was dying. All this at the hands of the man who looked like
the man that used to love him. Brad could do nothing else but cry as he felt
the coldness of death start to overtake him.

"Please, don't," Brad whispered. "No, please, don't. No. No! NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Brad screamed himself awake.

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"Why did you bring him here?" The voice disrupted the Guardian's thoughts,
causing him to lose his focus and fall from the sky. He crashed into some
tables in the middle of his room and broke one of his priceless figurines.
He looked around the room, stunned. He had been concentrating for the better
part of the last 24 hours, scouring the city for the creature as well as
seeking out those men from the club and altering their memories of what they
saw that night. He knew that if he didn't work fast, the Sentinels would
seek the men out themselves. They had an entirely different way of coercing
someone into forgetting. Their way tended to leave the person dead.

He had all but finished altering the last man's memory when he heard the
probing voice. He knew it was the goddess again. She didn't seem angry per
se, but she definitely was nonplussed about his decision.

"I didn't think that it would be wrong in this case to bring him here. I was
weakened from the battle and I needed to recharge. I also needed to be back
here in the safety of my own sanctuary if I was going to be able to focus
enough to alter the memories of all the men at that club. I've been scanning
the minds of every man in the city, looking for the signatures of those men
who witnessed the supernatural events of the other night. But you know this.
You see all. Why are you questioning me now when you know that I have little
time to finish before the Sentinels are summoned?"

"Because, Guardian, you know that it is forbidden for a mortal to be brought
here. Even though this is disguised to be an apartment, this is not. You
should not have brought him here. Not without consulting me first."

"As I said, mistress, I did not think that it would be wrong. In the
centuries that I have been your Guardian, I have never disobeyed any of the
commandments. I honestly thought that since you had ordered me specifically
to protect this innocent, that it was necessary for me to bring him back
here. Especially since I haven't been able to find Him and I don't know what
he was after this particular boy for."

"The reason that I ordered you to protect this man was because he was being
attacked by the creature. The creature was the thing of importance, not the
innocent."

"I am deeply sorry, my goddess, I did not know. I thought that there was
maybe another barter to be made, or perhaps that you wanted this young man
for something. There is a strength within him that very few mortals possess.
There is a love and a passion within him that... touches me in a way that I
haven't been touched in centuries. Not since --"

"Not since you lost the only one you've ever loved. Yes, I know my guardian.
I know. Your heart is pure, and I have never doubted you before. I know that
you would never purposefully defy me. But you do know that there is a great
danger in his presence here. You must remove him from this place before it's
too late."

"I have been keeping him telepathically sedated for the last day, my
mistress. I haven't checked on him in a while, as I have been frantically
working to purge the memories of the eighty men that were present that
night. I am deeply weary, mistress. Knowing that you have found displeasure
with me only increases my burden."

"Take heart, my guardian. The goddess is not displeased in you. I wish you
would have consulted me first. There are events that have been set in
motion, and you must be on your absolute guard. There is an ultimate battle
approaching. I don't know what the creature wanted with this young man, but
I, too, sense the strength within him. Now that he has survived the
creature's attempt on his life, the creature will not try to kill him again.
He may, however, try to convert him to be an agent of darkness in the coming
battle. Or, he may use the boy as a beacon... hoping to find you. If he were
to track him to this lair, he would have you at his mercy... and ultimately,
he would be able to get at me again."

"Goddess, I dare not presume, but I need to know: How did he escape? He was
sealed away in the prison of the moon, guarded by the Hunters. How did he
escape to return to our world again, especially without being detected? And
why wasn't I able to psychically detect his escape or his presence sooner?"

"I regret that I am not able to give you the answers you need at this time.
Know this, my guardian, there has been treachery. My sisters and I have been
trying to determine who could have been at the bottom of this. You know who
the creature is and what he used to mean to me, and he no doubt was able to
make allies. There has been betrayal in the realm of the sun and the moon.
Now, the creature is free, and it is only a matter of time before he -- ".
The Guardian's mind was quiet again. He felt the winds change. Something was
stirring. As the guardian reached out his mind again to speak with the
goddess again, he froze. He knew why she broke contact.

The boy was awake. He was wandering through the apartment.