Cophrigin: the untold version (part 5)

         The long prairie grass stretched out endlessly. With the setting sun the grass wanes purple. They stop and gather the grass. He starts a small fire to let them warm. She creates a nest of grass and lays down. He produces the same next to her and lays looking up in thought at the strange night sky. A flock of birds pass over them cooing in the night air. She rolled onto her side and studied him. He forced the flame higher in response. His dreams had become possessed by her. As if her insightful touch had never left him. He sighed. Each time more vivid than the next. She was familiar, the never-ending that had been with him all this time.

"I am here." She said.

He was surprised and turned to her.

"What do you mean?" He asked wondering if she could read his thoughts clearer than he had thought.

"I know you and your thoughts." She said in reply. "I don't know what you think all the time, But I can clearly see you right now."

"You've been with me for so long." He said.

"I know." She said.

"You brought me my dreams," He said laying back down, "All this time." He sighed gently again.

"Yes," She said laying down. "It was accidental, and the duality of it is you bring me mine"

"Amazing." He said with a faint smile. "You had not intending on us sharing such a link?" He asked, but she had already fallen deeply asleep.

He did not sleep that night and watched over her thinking to himself.

         In the early morning he hunted. He steadies his saber by his side. Crouching
through the tall grasses he follows the sound of creatures steadily walking. Quietly. quickly. He leapt into the air pinpointing his target. The subtle sound of his lightsaber coming to life and burning at the air cut smoothly into the deers flesh. He fell through the slash from it's shoulder and through the heart. Death had become his element. He it's keeper. Taking the deer he cleans it within the prairies creek water. Taking it's horns and a few steaks he makes his way to the sleeping Nyieria. He slipped in beside her still sleeping form. He fed the fire more thick grass. Holding the steaks out on the horns he cooked them slowly and patiently.

         As the light crept over the tall grass and into her eyes she woke up. He offered her a horn and they ate. He offered her a third horn, when she had finished, filled with water. They walked on through the prairie at her own pace. Finding the creek they followed upwards towards the jungle. She stopped cleaning her hands and cooling her feet. His eyes paced ahead surveying the spread of prairy. The massive trees of the jungle could barely be seen.

         Rising up she and continues through the path deers had made. He quietly kills a bird in annoyance that lands nearby out of her vision. Only he wanted to be near her at that moment. The darkness of the force was still with him and his tendencies of feeding such had grown to be his accustomed nature. Not really knowing why he killed the bird she ignored him and kept walking. The darkness was ebbing away yet he could not feel this. She was his light of truth, the seer of his soul. The soul he tried so deeply to consume into hate. This would change him, even if he couldn't feel it. After three days walk and several more hunts they arrive upon the gates of the jungle. Wild sounds come alive. A human and starborn had never been in these woods before. Nothing had been in those woods before.

"We should find shelter." She said.

         Looking around his mind filled with thoughts of cutting the massive trees and forming a creation worthy enough to be shelter for himself. His thoughts grew stunted as he watched her take off and followed. A reddish moss covered the jungle floor. She grew happy and tied her shoes to her side with fabric she ripped from her shirt. He grew speechless to see her run at great speed. She glided upon the air barely touching the ground. Her form was complex and perfect. He struggled to keep up with her and found this fascinating. She did this with every ease and began to flip and spin within the air smiling. She was dancing in the air.

         He stopped and watched as she did this for hours between the trees. It was like a story as she rose higher and higher dancing in the air till she was small in form at the tops of the trees and dove with grace landing upon a single knee. She came to the pool of water he sat beside and drank deeply nearly purring in contentment. He watched as she slightly frowned upon his reflection in the water and turned away seeing he was watching. He was still in disbelief that she was so agile. He began to question his own abilities in comparison.

"We must keep moving, Do you know this forest? He said expecting she did.

"No, But it is beautiful to me." She said.

Her expression of happiness was a physical form.

"No?" He said sighing.

The cry of beasts were like echoes among the giant trees.

"I found shelter," She said. "The creatures here have formed them near the tops."

He looked up staring into the purple yellows of the canopy. Filling the horns with water first they make their way to the tree she had found. They both climbed onwards in the light shadows. The distance was great and so they rested upon a young branch drinking from the horns.

         When they reached the spray of woven branches they found the bed within to be clean and soft. Tuffs of fur still floated around. The night started to settle once more and as they lay they watched the soft starlight shine through.

         In his dreams he found her. She spoke with him about some wonders that eluding him. She was easier to talk to within those dreams. He softened and talked more personally than what his waking self would ever subside to. A spark of change flowed within him. His dark mind still alive thrilled at the thought of commanding with his new body. If he ever managed to subdue her she would become his prisoner. Without restrain the questions he sought would become his. Her life would change and bend to his will. Her powers he would extract and make him unbeatable. She would be kept within only chambers he had access to, a prize like treasure. Something a dragon within it's lair would have. Then he would be one to tell her she could never leave.

         She saw this within his dreams. The dream was split between the two and faded into her mind which was calmed allowing for their conversations to take place. She considered the first part, which consisted of him, to be of nightmarish origins. Within the night a small sound creaks above them. Subconsciously his saber extends and he draws upon the sound fiercely cutting away the branches. A howled yelp screams out and disappears. Nyeria awakens and is alarmed to see him standing above her like such. He withdraws and lays back down. She uncomfortable turns away and tries to rest once more. He mutters about a bird knowing she hardly cared.

         They wandered for weeks in the endless jungle. A waterfall breaks their equally as endless silence presenting an entertaining relief for Nyeria. He had attempted a singular conversation with her about how his duties were so important and rushed the idea of his wantonness from others to return. She fiercely ended this in warning which caused for her silence then on.

         In swiftness she disappears into the bubbles beneath the tall waterfall. She leaps out briefly swinging her long hair out in splayed form. She was both wild and kept, fearless and beautiful. Strictly only cleaning himself he waits watching. Taking the time to tinker his saber. His eye spots a shadow creeping nearby. He stands threateningly seeing that she is uncaring. His saber is drawn and the hunt begins. He follows and finds the noise it produces to be familiar. It howls leading him back towards the waterfall. It coos and stops allowing him to see it. It was only a monkey of sorts with a tail that wrapped around in protection. It shouted back not wanting to leap into the waters.

Speaking up Nyeria said, "Leave it alone."

         The creature stared away to her and seemingly agreed to his halted attack without understanding her words. It jumped away and joined into other noises which the
creatures produced. He drew in his saber and disagreed with her. He wondered at to why he did stop. She was unnaturally persuasive.

"Get out." He said with his face drawn crossly.

         He only wanted to be as persuasive as she was. She expectedly ignored this and sank deeply not appearing for a moment. She rose up nibbling on a root-like plant. Sitting upon a rock she dried as she chewed. Looking around she saw that more of the creatures had approached within the trees at a distance. They only watched on upon the two.

          They found that as they walked deeper the creatures still followed. With nights still spent in lofty trees it was easily thought that the creatures had made the woven nests. As the days pass with her he finds that her company was pleasant to him bringing him wonderment.


The End of Part 5.