Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion
by Cheryl Pennington
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While Dohman’s inhabitants are coming together, preparing for their future and sharing their gifts, those in the Realm are watching and waiting-and not all agendas are the same…..
Inion and Mac were busily creating on other energy fields throughout the realm and Mac suggested having another world such as Domhan. Inion was still concerned with the final fate of her beloved humans and declined the idea of anything as remotely habitable as her first Love. In time she might reconsider; but for now Mac would have to take his own creative processes to the other reaches of Eternity to create new worlds of his own, bringing forth life in different forms. And he was careful to keep these creations very far from his Twin’s precious Domhan. Never again did he want to bring disaster to her world, nor pain to her Essence.
Bandia spent much of her time near Domhan, keeping a watchful eye on the Garden Family and the females who carried the newest seeds of Light within their bodies. Although her ability to be seen by the Daughters and Sons of Domhan waned, she would be relentless in giving signs, sending her Love, and answering any call for help. All were watching and awaiting the arrival of the new Children of Light. The success of their plan depended so much on these beginnings-birth and rebirth alike. Would M’na’s second born child be as complete as Amhain appeared to be thus far? Would Eagna be able to…she guarded her thoughts.
Knowing her children on Dohman were meeting their new neighbors, she thought of them only, sending Love and Light. It would be good for the inhabitants of her world to be united. It might even become ‘necessary‘-for their own good.
Had he been paying attention he might have heard some of Bandia’s thoughts; but still engulfed in his relentless self pity, he could only observe her beauty and wish she would return to his world again. Then, at least, he would have someone to berate him and keep him entertained.
Well, he thought, there was always the other thing-his new distraction. Yet it was too early to share; but the very thought of it filled him with tingling excitement. He turned his dark form slightly toward the slate hills, a satisfied groan issuing from his throat. Lying dormant in the shadowy caverns of the mountain, the surprise was ready but for the breath in its lungs and the soul to give it life. He thought of how beautiful it was, how powerful it would be-and how devoted to none but his own cause it would remain. Smiling to himself over his handiwork, he whispered, “Not yet my sleeping beauty, but in the right moment..Whether by necessity or simple desire, I shall call you forth to join me.”