The new world is as yet behind the veil of destiny in my eyes, however, its dawn has been unveiled

Muhammad Iqbal
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New Dawn

He sat at the table in the restaurant where he first met Gloria. Memories of her playful sultriness crept in his mind. Peter thought about how she played her part as his waitress and later moaned under the weight of his passion. He missed her clutching his back and locking herself to him with her legs as he lost himself in her embrace.  Peter wondered how duty and devotion came to mean so much that she would throw her life away.

Peter rose from the table and walked to the outcrop where Mariah saw the beach for the first time. Her innocence and discovery of something as ordinary as the spray of surf on her skin and sand between her toes gave her an appreciation for life far greater than her experience. How she’d laughed at kicking sand into the surf; wetting the hem of her dress. The water collected on her smooth skin like dew and her dress stuck to her skin, revealing the gentle curves of her body.

Now, the look on her face and the sparkle in her eyes were replaced by a dull film on a face that looked more like a wax doll than anything else.  He wanted to let go and bury his life in something other than the awful pain of love and lust. It seemed for the ecstasy of Gloria’s body and the comfort of Mariah’s company, he was left with more doubt and mixed feelings than he ever had in his life.

A stone skipped across the water and disappeared into a cresting wave. A seashell sailed in the breeze, rising above the shore before it ran out of momentum, faltered, and fell back to earth. Peter walked along the shore picking up the detritus on the beach and tossed it into the ocean. It was time to move on, he thought. Peter found his car and made his way back up the coast road to his home on the bluff above the shore. He felt he had to purge his mind of desire and focus only on his work.

* * *

Jon helped Mariah into the car and drove her to the new place the Dragons built for her in the national forest area. The thick woods and rocky terrain along the river was a rural paradise; a place to mend her mind and broken heart. Jon attended to Mariah. His visits kept her company and helped her relearn how to live on her own.

They laughed, cried, and hugged with every small victory as Mariah slowly recovered that part of her spirit and inquisitiveness that had endeared her to Jon. Jon worked with Mariah through the days and weeks that turned into months until she was able to manage alone. Although Jon kept up with Mariah, he remained dedicated to his work and his masters.

Mariah continued to work on developing her fine motor skills and treated herself to forays into the forest and researching history, always stopping to learn more about her beloved age of Renaissance where enlightenment led to periods of change and lifted humankind from the darkness left by the collapse of the Roman Empire and the resurgence of tribal conflict, disease, and famine. She worked on getting herself in shape and read everything she could find online to pass the time. 

The girl who once wished she could feel the same freedom as the seagulls that sailed on the currents of wind accepted her isolation as punishment for her wayward dreams of self-determination and equality. Ironically, in isolation, she was free to roam the tranquil land around her home and imagine whatever she felt without the shackles of duty and desire.

As winter shut her in, she sat down and wrote, rewrote, and wrote again, a message she knew she had to send before she could go on with her life. She thought of Jon and how he taught her to understand her love and helped her find peace. He devoted his time to her recovery and before that, helped her realize her desire to find a way to Peter’s heart.

There were many examples of her Cybrid family demonstrating their benevolence and devotion to each other and to a society that kept them at arm’s length. Mariah felt determined to put her fight with Gloria and their terrible injury to trust between Dragons and Cybrids behind her.

The romantic Cybrid promised herself she would dedicate her life to the quest for acceptance and harmony between the two sides. She continued to work hard and dream at night of the man who gave her goosebumps and held her heart captive. He was the gateway her race would pass through to find freedom.

In the spring, Mariah was busy getting her seedlings ready for planting when Jon walked up with a box of supplies.

“Hi, Mariah. I brought some supplies for you.” Jon set the box down on the bench and grinned at Mariah.

“What do you have there.” Mariah moved closer and tried to peer around her friend.

“Oh, just a gift from some anonymous secret admirer,” Jon replied with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Who? You better tell me, Jon.” Mariah tried to reach around Jon to the box.

Jon produced a small package wrapped in subtle pink and black paper with a red rosebud attached. The anxious Cybrid tore into the wrapping and rescued a book. She turned it over to the front. “Isaiah Berlin, The Roots of Romanticism. Oh, how lovely, Jon. Thank you.” Mariah gave Jon a peck on the cheek and turned to flip through the pages.

“It wasn’t from me.” Jon laughed.  

Mariah turned back to Jon. Her eyes and face were full of questions. “Who then?” She asked.

 “I don’t know. Alexa brought it to me and told me to ensure you got it. I assumed it was from her.”

 “Oh, how nice of her. I wish I could see her again.  Please thank Alexa for me.” Mariah replied, her face bright with pleasure while her heart ached with disappointment. She had hoped it was from Peter.

Through the spring and summer, the books continued to arrive. There was Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach, The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough, Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, and The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje. Jon brought her True Believers by Nicholas Sparks in July and The French Lieutenant’s Woman by John Fowles in August.

In September when the leaves showed the first signs of change with the cooling weather, she hoped her mysterious benefactor would send her more books to read through the cold winter. She dreaded the short days of light and long weeks stuck in the cabin. Jon helped her stack enough firewood on the porch to last through the winter, she hoped.

While canning vegetables she’d grown during summer, a knock came to the door. She went to let Jon in. Mariah swung the door open, turned and hollered over her shoulder as she walked back to the stove. “I hope you brought an apron because I have a lot of housework for you to do.”

“All I brought was this book.”

Mariah spun around on her heels and felt her legs turn to jelly. Her hand went to her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Peter!”

32 thoughts on “March of the Cybrids-13

  1. For the love of books! ❤ Dang it, why can’t a hot guy show up to MY door with a good book for me to read? I saw a calendar recently called Hot Dudes Reading and almost bought it.

    It’s good to be back here again, I’ve been away for a bit and craving some more romance around Valentine’s Day so of course I knew right where to go!

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    1. Hi Lauren! You are too kind and I like that about you. Thank you 🙏🏼. I went to a company Christmas party where we played Dirty Santa and my mystery prize contribution was a classic novel leather bound with gilded edges and museum grade paper. You know, a real heirloom. A young woman selected it not knowing what it was and when she opened it, the disgust on her face was paralyzing. The whole group of about 30 people spent ten minutes condemning the asshole that would screw up the mood with such a crappy gift. I have never been to a company event since. Now, to read you saying you wished a hot guy like Peter would bring you a book is like redemption to me. You made my day and I don’t care that I’m so happy my face hurts from smiling. I love the idea of old school romance in a dark gothic steampunk vampiric Tim Burtonesque setting. But, I’ll settle for just good ole fashion, two people dig each other and do nice things together scenario. I’m sure this is a result of traumatic brain injury due to falling off the ammo truck too many times going down bumpy roads. The door is always open and the lights on for you here. Me and the Head Elves always enjoy your visits.

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      1. Hi Dan, kindness comes easily when it’s truly earned. Oh that is extraordinarily sad! I don’t blame you for avoiding company events since then. I would be furious and worried about what would happen to that beautiful book. I really, truly was not kidding. For now I will settle with my lovely lady friends sharing books with me. I’ve been told I’m a bit of an old soul so it’s no surprise I like to indulge in your writing.

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        1. Thankfully, there are plenty of people who love books and reading them. My two granddaughters are readers and I take them to the library and bookstore regularly for some good old fashioned story hunting. I thought that was cool about the hot men reading calendar. Somebody is on their game. Honestly, I find people that are regular readers of good literature have a deep intellect and see things with a broader view. Old souls are the keepers of the universe. It’s a lot of responsibility but We got this. With the we don’t read crowd, I realized I wasn’t going to fit in and I probably should have asked for the book and kept it because I know a couple of little girls that would cherish the book. I write for readers to read and it truly makes me happy when someone enjoys the story.

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          1. Indeed, and I’m glad one of my best friends is a librarian! Another close friend works at a bookstore. So they are always ready with reading suggestions for me. 🙂 You’re the best Gramps! I used to love going to the library during the summer with my mother and picking out a huge stack of books to read. Reading keeps people sharp, stimulating the mind, expanding vocabulary and knowledge, and so much more. Happy to get lost in your words!

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            1. I do feel you on reading and reading adventure Lauren. My introvert world is vast and every book is a portal to enter. I definitely will keep working on making portals for you to visit and offer free guided tours 24/7. 🤠

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    1. Yes, it’s coming. Edited for this format and reading length, of course. It was almost made into a movie but Epstein and Weinstein couldn’t get Madoff to fund the girls and filming. Sadly, they all became terribly indisposed before the project kicked off.

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        1. I noticed Pan hasn’t been back to Portland Oregon lately and the ANTIFA foul mouthed green haired bovines have grown exponentially. Poor Pan, it’s like climate change, asses are ballooning everywhere and he can’t keep up.

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            1. I do have the greatest sympathy for poor Pan Goatee. One must feel like they are making progress in their vocation or they begin to suffer a sense of stagnation. Kick an ass and two asses take its place. Not a winning game at all.

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  2. Melancholy was the word I was looking for…as if you…the writer…were walking down memory lane and lamenting your lost youth. Reflections on hot passionate sex with women who wanted you…the days so far left behind…well, it weren’t you…Dan the writer…it evoked those emotions in me. The days we can never recapture as life passes us by and we watch ourselves wither into nothingness.

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    1. I think that is a big part of my life now, the withering phase. I write about it and include it because we truly do face many of the challenges the characters must also face. Their determination gets them through it all but not without the wounds such battles inflict on the psyche and body. I do want to come to terms with the reality. It is not easy as the young mind that preserves itself must adapt to the ever diminishing world, narrowing lens, and loss of that youthful zeal. It is a drive down memory lane. I find myself checking the local maps for the elephant boneyard, packing a lunch, and going out in search of my reserved spot there. Not yet tho. I have one or two more stories left.

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      1. Bro…I try not to look back for those reasons. I see myself. I see my mistakes. If only I’d zigged instead of zagged. This mindset only brings sorrow. Also, I have meditated my youthful ego away…as I Allan Watts, Ram Dass and others persuaded me this was thing path to enlightenment. My conclusion: I want that ego back…along with all the youthful zeal and blindness that comes with it. I’ll be back on track with the political writing soon, now that you’ve helped talk me off the edge of the cliff and took away my fears of black SUVs…

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        1. I think we have to keep some of our youthful selves intact because once we let go completely, it’s a short slide to cremation and urn living. I’m glad you got over the suv thing. I still have a lot of friends in the business and your wit and humor is something they would enjoy reading. There is nothing they would consider worthy of the $500,000 USD it would cost to investigate a fictional story on a public blog. It’s Aluha Akbar bin Al Bumlikkin they are looking for.

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          1. LOL! True. (This is so ironic and I don’t expect you to believe me: I was going to headline my next blog post as “I’ll stop writing for $500,000. I wrote it in my phone, but I’d have to figure out how to take a screenshot of my “note” section. I’m confident it’s dated prior to this comment.) Anyway, I’m over it and ready to write on!! Thanks Hype!

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              1. I can feel the pressure mounting to write more and release the krakens…you talked me off the cliff and my mojo is building…stay tuned!!! Of course, if I get that many hits again you might have to hold my hand!!! I’m not doing this blog for “hits”…I’m doing it to make relationships with like minds…like you and Sha’!!!

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  3. Beautiful Dan…romantic yet melancholy, this chapter is different, softer with a sense of resignation. The surprise ending was a skip of heartbeat, is Peter in love with Mariah, torn with remorse or longing for Gloria, his emotions a stone skipping over the water? Bravo Dan!

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    1. Oh you do my hope good Rene. I want us to examine Gloria and Mariah and Peter’s sin of priviledged life. It is good that his guilt is strong and his emotions unsettled. It means there is hope for him yet. Perhaps Gloria was too much intwined in the insular society rules of the Dragons and Mariah is the girl he truly loves. But do we really know what motivates our characters? How much has transpired that pushes the characters into the Dragon’s lair? We shall find out Next Monday when all is revealed and part 2 follows. Stay with me, Rene. I think you’ll like it.

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  4. Bro! If that’s YOUR personal reading list, NO WONDER you write such flowery prose! “If you love something, set it free…if it returns…etc.” Dude! Those books were popular when WE were in High School! When you walk down memory lane, you don’t mess around! iI loved, Loved the remembrances of hot passionate lovemaking as your intro tho…I remember those days…in fact, those memories are what fuel me now…no one wants to sample my DNA at this point in my life…those ties are–sniffle, snifflle–gone for good unless I want to shell out a few hundred buck in Vegas!
    I’m running out the door…(I can see the SUV’s pulling up now…but I’ll be back tonite …if I’m not in Guantanamo myself…with more comments! Lovely scene.
    Your Point of View: Just noticing, is it all written in Omniscient Author, kinda third person? I’m noticing these things now.

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