Chapter 53: The Chosen One Part 3

Cemel leaned forward and held her trembling hands. He had waited six thousand years for this and the brief contact almost gave him an orgasmic surge. He cast his head down to take it all in and not let her see his reaction.

Very softly he said. “The road is rocky, but I am here to help. You may have noticed the fact you are beginning to understand and speak languages of races you will encounter, at times without even being aware of it. Contrary to whatever you have heard, the Trimadians are the most special race; blending an intelligent energy being like a spirit, with tangible flesh—an organic physical being. You, my dear, are both without being blended, born of the Graffa dimension with unique powers. There is no one quite like you.”

“So you keep saying,” she managed, her voice wavering, her pallor changing to grey.