Episode Thirteen The Energy Transfer

Z oron

I'll never tell Eldar I hated that as much as he did. His misery was too great for him to worry about me. I stayed strong for both of us.

The idea of being mated to anyone other than him makes my guts churn. He was my first, as I was his. I've never fucked another. I have zero attraction to the proudborn. The only way I could complete this act of charity was to keep my eyes on my beloved and fantasize about the many ways we have expressed our love for each other in the past.

"It's done," I say loud enough I don't have to say it twice.

By the time the three of them return, the elf and I have left the bed of furs. My ass is against the wooden wall. If I was any farther away, I'd be outside.

Eldar swings onto my back. Few things in life feel better than when he's in this position. It's like we're one being instead of two. Other than when we're having sex, it's as close as we can get, especially when, like now, he leans forward with his lips pressed against my mane, his arms around my chest.

"I'll never love anyone but you," he whispers into my ear.

"Aye, love. Nor I," I say, reaching to place my hands on top of his.

We watch as the medic makes the same motions as he did before the mating, only this time blue balls of what can only be described as energy appear in his palms. They're so powerful I can feel them crackling throughout the room.

"Eldar, Zoron, I need you here," he says.

My mate reluctantly slides off my back and returns to his spot behind Lylah's back. I ease over and kneel behind the proudborn.

Reese talks so softly I can't hear the words, then they become louder. Sometimes he speaks on the inhale, sometimes on the exhale. Nothing could explain what's happening other than this is the magic Azael, the monk chief, talked about.

The balls become brighter, and when Reese presses his palms together, the two pulsing balls become one. It's glowing even brighter now and making an odd humming-buzzing sound similar to when the laser weapons charge.

Though Reese's lips are no longer moving, I can hear him inside my head.

Great Father-Mother, hear our prayer. Great Mother-Father, heal the sick. Great Father-Mother, giver of life. Great Mother-Father, perform your will for the greatest good.

Although I still wish this wasn't happening, the chant swirls inside my head, then darts to every inch of my body, filling me with peace. Perhaps it senses my reluctance because it doubles and redoubles, especially in my chest.

Whether I want to or not, I'm filled with a level of tranquility and calm I've never felt before. The closest I've ever come to this is when I'm in Eldar's arms.

When the monk instructs, Eldar places one hand over the female's heart. At the same moment I do the same with Hazlan.

"Touch your own heart with your other palm," he says.

The room crackles with so much blue light it's like an explosion. The buzzing is louder, the pulsing is more powerful, and the peace I felt a moment ago transforms into pain.

It's as if the universe is sucking me dry, pulling all of my energy from the deepest part of me and gifting it to the proudborn whose chest I'm touching. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't pull away right now. The universe has other plans for me, as it leeches every ounce of strength I have.

I ease my head to the floor to avoid falling onto it unconscious. Then everything turns black.