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True Love by Fate

 

It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over #Imperiumnova. In his bed, Iscariot shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.

 

Iscariot rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his thong, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.

 

The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the water closet, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Iscariot's right made him gasp in shock. A body!

 

'God!' Iscariot shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's groin.

 

Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young Canadian of Rotenav, a STUDENT by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than 34 years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with blood. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Iscariot picked up the wounded STUDENT and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.

 

*****

 

'His situation is severe,' Artell said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not he will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but...' his voice trailed off.

 

Iscariot could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young Canadian might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked.

 

Artell sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.'

 

'I understand,' said Iscariot. 'And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.'

 

With that, Iscariot turned and hurried to the room where the wounded STUDENT was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the Canadian showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Iscariot with a defeated sigh.

 

'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.'

 

Iscariot nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.'

 

One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Iscariot dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Canadian's foot. Then, taking up the STUDENT's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.

 

*****

 

'Where... where am I?'

 

Iscariot jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Canadian was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery.

 

'You are in #Imperiumnova,' Iscariot told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.'

 

'My name is Galle,' said the Canadian. 'I come from Rotenav. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Simon in Eridanus. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of Grogs. At least 125 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my gun for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'

 

Iscariot smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Galle had wound up in #Imperiumnova and Iscariot had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Galle was meant to be here, and Iscariot was meant to have found him. Why, Iscariot did not know. But it felt so certain.

 

It also did not hurt that Galle was one of the most beautiful individuals Iscariot had ever seen. His sleek puce hair contrasted with large, dark green eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Iscariot could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Galle had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.

 

*****

 

Within three days, Galle had improved enough to leave his bed. Artell gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Iscariot's absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in #Imperiumnova, he had not seen Iscariot at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked Artell where his son could be, but Artell had no answer. Iscariot was gone without a trace.

 

Galle desired to speak with Iscariot again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome Azn once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Iscariot, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Iscariot was someone special. Someone he had to see again.

 

It wasn't until the sixth day after Galle had recovered that Iscariot returned to #Imperiumnova. He rode up the same path where Galle had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of Grogs behind him. All 125 of them.

 

'Here are your Grogs!' he called to Galle. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'

 

Galle stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed... all of them by yourself?'

 

'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Iscariot replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'

 

Galle could feel his heart pounding as Iscariot spoke. Iscariot killed those Grogs... for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Iscariot and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave Azn on the elbow.

 

Iscariot laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'

 

'Just a thank you,' Galle said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Iscariot's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' he asked, worried.

 

'Galle,' said Iscariot, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here... I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.

 

Galle gasped in shock. 'Kiss... me?'

 

'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now...'

 

'Iscariot...' Galle sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.'

 

Iscariot lifted his hand to gently stroke Galle on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.'

 

Taking a deep breath, Galle said, 'Iscariot, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me... it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.'

 

A bright smile broke across Iscariot's face as soon as Galle had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.'

 

Galle took Iscariot's hand. 'So you think... we are meant to be together?'

 

'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Iscariot leaned in and kissed Galle softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered.

 

'I love you too, Iscariot,' Galle whispered in return.

 

THE END!

 

 

 

 

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