A New Era

         A shore. Havila. 

      "Brrrrrrrrrr."

    The sound was swallowed by the crashing waves in distance. The horizon seemed to be swelling to the call of the reefs as the sun splattered its rays on the lips of the water. The torrent had ranged and the blueness of the sea was endangered. 

   From the waves of the sea, one could hear the chittering of birds in distance. The calls of the birds in the scanty forest. The sharp sand which occasionally was soaked in the pride of the waters had nested some of the birds. 

   Between these two elements, the sea and the forest, was a heap of ruins caused by fire. Ashes from the ruins were carried around by the whooshing winds. 

     It could be said that the winds were in delight of such task. They skipped in gay around as they bore with them handful of the ashes. 

     At the spot were the ruins was lying, there were displaced woods and metals. These elements had been swept into a whole that a heap of the ruins had been made. 

     The winds kept on the pace of their merry as the crashing waves responding in gay, wishing they could climb the sand up and swallow the ruins. Have a share of the fun. 

    But suddenly, out of ruins came a movement. Firstly, what was seen was a scarred back covered in ashes. Twas as though the back was painted in it. 

     From the head of the figure in the ruins to legs was bare. Whoever twas seemed to be stark naked. Probably naked by the wiles of the fire. 

    Then soon, the human figure began to stand on its elbows and knees. Then there came a cough. A pressured cough which had been smothered by the thirst for life. 

      As soon as the human figure stood up, clearly did its gender accost it. Twas a lady. A naked lady covered in ashes and dust. 

     She was thick and somewhat voluptuous, with handful boobs bra'd by ashes. 

    But beneath this tarred lady came another cough then a sneeze. A rough man in same state as the lady stood up. He was naked too. 

    The only difference between the lady and the man was that, the man's chest was neat, without a stain. And by miracle, his boner was sleepy. 

     Obviously, the lady before standing up had lied on the man. He was supposed to be moved or say, they weren't in their right minds. 

   The lady walked out of the ruins and headed towards the lapping waves. The man followed her without saying a word. 

     The waves seemed to be in awe of the lady. They had ceased crashing and were at the prime of a metamorphosis. 

     The butts of the lady swayed to rhythm of her legs and the man's boner was beginning to wake. He seemed to had been a little bit of a faker skin all along. But at that moment, he was getting back to his right mind. 

       But he was trying as much as possible to stay behind her. At least far from her to be able to control the urge but that was a mere mirage. 

     The lady had gotten to the waves and walked few steps into it. She bent to cup water in her hand and wash herself. The man couldn't think straightly anymore. 

    He tried looking towards the West of the shore whether or not he would find something good enough to distract himself but he was disappointed. 

     He looked back at the lady, she had gone again. In the same position, bending and washing herself as though she was doing it intentionally. 

     The man made up his mind. He didn't care anymore. He walked briskly towards the lady. She had shot her butts up again. 

    His boner would break if he didn't do a thing. Though he knew that was a lie, but he kinda found a solace in it. 

     He got to the lady and grabbed her butts with his two dirty hands, but immediately, his boner fell. He wasn't hard anymore. The boner had slept. 

     He tried waking it up but twas to no success. He let go of her butts and moved to the other side to wash himself. 

    Something from the lady had coursed through him and had done that havoc. But what was he thinking in the first place, to have sex after such trial?

     In no time, they finished washing themselves. The man stepped out firstly to avoid getting hard again. 

    The lady stepped out and began to walk. She caught up with him and they walked side by side. 

      He couldn't help but look at her. His eyes dropped on her boobs. The fresh and milky boobs. His boner awoke again and he was thirsty. Athirst to suck them. 

      They kept on walking as they drew near to the wooden bench opposite the ruins to the West. 

     They walked past the bench. He had thought that they were going to seat there, but the lady seemed to have an intention. How were they going to keep walking naked?

     He wasn't able to concentrate on one thought, the boobs were still giving him a boner. He didn't know what to say to her.  

   He took a risk, he held unto her arm close to him. His boner went to bed again. He quit trying. Why was he turned on by her, but when he made a move he fell? Twas annoying. 

     They kept walking and entered into the forest. He couldn't keep mute anymore. 

     "Don't tell me we're walking into the village naked."

    Ja Lia shot at her. She didn't look at him. She kept her face glued to the front. The last thing he could do was stop walking. He knew too well that he couldn't stop her. 

     The scanty forest had a perk to it. The earth was grassy and filled with creepers. But none of them had accosted any wild cat yet.

    Soon, they got to a very huge oak tree and she stopped at the base. 

   She turned finally and said to him,

      "Humans have had their best. It's now an era of a Nymph! An era of Lailah!"

     She looked way from him and turned to the tree. She placed her left hand on the tree and the tree shook greatly.

   Then suddenly, a door opened in the tree. She held one of his hands and together, they stepped into the tree. 

    The door shot behind them.