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?Good morning sweet hart.? Father Nathaniel blinked as he heard this. He looked up to find the old man looking lovingly down on him. ?I found you. You can?t get away now.? Father Nathaniel made to get out of the bed to find he had been tied to the bedposts.  Father Nathaniel screamed. ?Hush now love. You screams only make me want you more.?  the old man whispered as he stroked Father Nathaniel?s strawberry blond ear length hair with his old brown gnarled hands. The old man?s greasy gray hair sticking to his sweaty greasy face.  His kaleidoscope gray blue eyes dilated as he lowered his face toward Nathaniel. He closed his wrinkled eyelids and puckered his old blue lips. Father Nathaniel passed out from the putrid smell of the old man?s breath as the old man dealt him a sloppy slobbery kiss.1

Lyde danced in front of the mirror in a pale rose-colored gown. She let her honey colored hair flow to her waist. She stuck small heather blooms in her hair and spun around. Vashen had put on music that he liked. Lyde feel in love instantly with the flow of the tune. The words comforted her and she sung along. Vashen smiled as Lyde twirled around.  Memories he had never known came rushing into his head. He let him self wander around in them knowing they were of a past life.2

He watched though the railing of a stair was while a beautiful princess twirled to the music in her head, he had been too shy to tell her of his feelings then. He was not going to let that happen again.3

Lyde smiled sharing with Vashen the memory of a past life they had together. She felt a closeness to him that as not normal for her. She knew he had shared many lives with her, in each of them, they loved each other.  Lyde continued to sing to the music Vashen was playing.  Vashen got up from where he sat and took Lyde?s tiny body in his arms and spun her around. ?Dance with me.? He whispered longing echoed in his words. He breathed her in as they danced. He ran his hand down her perfect back. He looked into Lyde?s beautiful blue eyes. He did not need to say anything. She knew his thoughts. He sweetly kissed her lips and felt her body rise against him. 4

Lyde felt his soul release the melancholy ways of his world and allow it?s self ecstasy. She kissed back with all she had allowing her soul to follow his into ecstasy, she lead her hand up his side and placed it on his cheek. She stopped and looked at him again. His eyes said everything. She kissed him again. She could taste his magic and it excited her above what she could comprehend. 5

Vashen drank in her sweet sent, his head danced out the window into another world. He knew he loved her. He also knew he had to fight to keep her. It was just the way their souls knew. He was destined to fight for her in every life. He knew this and excepted this fate. For Lyde, he was willing to stare down Death?s throat.6

Lyde was amazed at Vashen?s silent pledge to keep her safe. She knew why. He was her soul mate and he was willing to die for her. She was also willing to die for him. She had known him for such a short time in this life but she and he had known each other since their beginnings. 7

Father Bob scooted the Old man out of Father Nathaniel?s room. ?That will do.? Father Bob said wearing a smile. Then, using a wet sponge on Father Nathaniel?s forehead, said; ?Your boyfriend insisted I let him see you. ?Leave me.? Father Nathaniel told Father Bob. Father Bob left. ?Brothers! Can thou hear me? I need thee to concentrate on sending me weapons to kill the evil beast that was transferred here.?  Father Nathaniel waited. ?Art all of thee asleep??  It took Father Nathaniel an hour more of yelling at the ceiling to understand that his brethren were dead. Father Nathaniel focused upon creating the weapons himself. Three day?s later he materialized a tiny holy light pointer. This was all he needed to kill Lyde. The holy light would cancel out out her magic long enough for him to strike her with his sword.8