Mystic Ice
Amara
The moon is silent but it speaks to me. The cold ground of endless ice sheets, and the night’s darkness embraced me as I walked into nothingness.
“Free me from the seal, my Luna,” a voice in my head popped. It sounded like a similar voice that appeared in countless dreams of mine.
“Where are you?” I blurted out as I embraced the unknown that awaits me.
Until.
“Amara! Look out!” Eddie Jackson—my guardian and co-researcher, yelled behind me before I fell into an underground passage.
While shaking the ice off all over me, I noticed something pretty—it was a glowing crystal of ice.
Something’s inside. Could it be him?
It is!
A gray wolf, the one who speaks to me in my dreams.
I trapped myself in fascination.
“After many years, I finally met you.” I leaned close to see his coiled body. I whispered, “wake up, from your slumber, beautiful gray wolf.”
I laid my palms on his iced shell—amazing! A magical sublimation quickly occurred.
The iced shell turned into a cold mist that embraced my warm skin.
It’s such an ecstatic feeling; to witness myself defy the boundaries of what was believable or not, it’s incredible.
He’s lying on the ground. I rushed to him and felt his soft fur. His warmth radiated onto my palms—he’s still alive.
Struck in awe—his body ticked. I felt a subtle amount of joy when he began to breathe. I laid my head near his chest and heard his heart beating. From slow pumps, escalated to adequate rates—he’s stabilizing.
Jolting—his body. I took steps back waiting for him to finally wake up. Fear? Excitement? Both.
It went by quickly; the once frozen gray wolf finally stands alive in front of me. He remained still in his place, locking his golden eyes on me, and breathing carefully. His eyes dilate, he’s trying to connect with me.
What’s this burning feeling in my chest? It’s like he’s enticing me.
His gentle deep voice, said telepathically, “You freed me, my Luna. I, Alpha Gonzalo Kiviniq of the Northern Tribe, pronounce by the moonlight, that you’re mine.”
He’s imprinting on me. I don’t know who he is, where he’s from, and why he calls me his Luna, but I can’t stop myself from being swayed by him.
Impulsively, I mouthed, “whatever you say, I’m yours,” he brought himself to me, our foreheads sealed the promise.
He then saw the rays of the beautiful blue moonlight traveling though the passage I fell into earlier.
Right before my eyes, he did it. He began his mystical transition.
My mouth opened, struck by his beauty. The light embraced him, his physique gradually changed, his body turned more human-like as he began to stand on his hind legs. His fur vanished into thin air, replaced by beautiful tan skin. Who made him? He’s breathtaking.
He’s quite tall, few inches less than six feet. He’s pretty slender but has perfectly toned proportions, from head to feet, he’s magnificent. My body began to feel the heat, not from his radiating aura, but from the fact that he was completely without clothes, standing in front of me.
All I can see is his perfectly chiseled behind—he turns around and faces me, baring it all out. Oh, my goodness! He’s so handsome with his long dark and pushed back hair, sharp facial features, a clean body—oh! He’s got an enormous phallus too.
I began asking myself, how could someone have it all? All the traits I imagined an ideal man would have; he's got it all.
He offered his hand, gently lifted me up with his strong arms. He caressed my face and whispered, “tell me your name, you beautiful being.”
My voice so airy, I said, “Amara.” My chest tightened, “Amara Fuego.”
Like a puppet tied with strings, I’m on autopilot driven by his commands. His face leaned towards mine—so did I.
The handsome mystical man locked his lips on mine.
