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Been a long while since I worked on this story and I've completed
another segment of the story. Since it has been so long, I've
decided to repost the original parts along with the next part. Enjoy.
Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature,
and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.
This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from
this story.
All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or
magic that may be broken within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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THE AVATAR Pt. 1
David Chambers trudged along behind professor Abbott, cursing his
luck. As an anthropology grad student, he expected to have to play
serving boy to whatever professor he got posted to, but why did he
have to get posted to professor Abbott?
Not that professor Abbott was a bad anthropologist, anything but. He
was, although somewhat unorthodox, one of the best in the field.
Unfortunately, in the field, he was as hard on his grad students as
he was good at teaching in the class. He literally used his
appointees as slave labor, and because grades and further field work
relied upon his recommendation, whoever got assigned to him had to
take it. And David was this trip's unfortunate victim.
It might be different if David saw a point to what he was doing, but
what the professor was doing was ludicrous. The professor had
latched onto the old myth of Aphrodite suddenly appearing on a shell
from the sea and determined that somewhere in the Atlantic was the
hidden birthplace of the goddess of love. Now he was slogging
through the jungle of a tropical island in search of... something
that even the professor couldn't say definitively what it was.
David, carrying a pack full of supplies, was forced to stop to catch
his breath. After a few seconds, he heard the professor demand his
attention. He took a step forward, shifted his pack, and lost
balance. It was only for a second, and he only took one misstep, but
it was one too many. When he put his foot down, the ground caved in
and he fell into a tunnel.
He rolled down a steep incline, the pack being ripped from his back.
When he stopped, he landed on his back, something sharp penetrating
his body. He looked down, barely able to raise his head, and saw a
sharp rock sticking out of his chest, the blood seeping out of the
wound. He heard the professor call out for him and he tried to call
out to the professor, but could barely manage to get enough air to
croak out a whisper. He heard the doctor walk away, and tried one
more time to call out, but was no more successful than the first time.
After a while of silence, he said, to no one in particular, "Help me,
I'm dying."
He expected no response, but was surprised when the area was flooded
in light and he heard a melodious female voice say, "What is it you
desire?"
He looked over and saw a cylinder of light beaming down from high
above where he could see. Inside the light was a cylinder of stone
about two feet high. Floating above the stone was a jewel of some
kind, and although it was a little too far away to tell for certain,
it looked like a ruby carved in the shape of a heart.
"Who's there?"
"Although I have gone by many names, you know me by the title of Aphrodite."
"The Goddess of Love?"
"No, I am the essence of love. Aphrodite, the goddess, was my Avatar."
"Oh, great, I'm hallucinating."
With an amused tinkle, the voice said, "Then what would be the harm
in asking for help?"
David thought he was going crazy, but he couldn't argue the voice's
point. "I want to live."
"I can't change that. Without an avatar, I cannot directly change
the life of any mortal."
"Then what can you do for me?"
"I can bring someone here to you. When I return them, they will not
remember, but at least you will not die alone. And you will get one
last chance to say good-bye."
David thought about it. Did he really have the right to make anyone
else live through his death? Probably not, but he was so afraid and
so alone. He blurted out, "Nicole. My girlfriend, Nicole. I want
to say good-bye to Nicole."
"As you wish."
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"This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure. I just like T.V. better."
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294
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