My nymph wife by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

The rift day

It is no surprise that all who have been touched by magic appear in the very spot the rift is forming. A lot of them have people in their neighborhood who ask to be transported to the rift.

They, to a person, want to welcome the refugees into their homes. Some want to fight but are told that the best thing they could do is to protect their neighbors and the visitors. The first sign of trouble, they are to usher the people away from the scene.

“Get them a safe distance away.”

Now it happens. There is what looks like a large tear in the world. From ground level to a height of twenty feet. It has a lightning like appearance around the edges. It expands on each side to around twenty feet wide.

People and families start coming out. They are very haggard in appearance. As soon as they step onto our world, they look like miners that were trapped in a mine and the air was getting thin. All were moving so the ones behind them could come through but all were taking deep breaths and smiling.

The people who came started to greet the arrivals and ask them to reside in their homes until they get their feet under them. The refugees were happy that they were being greeted as friends rather than invaders.

Most of the first wave have come through when the poleman warrior felt evil. He saw a man trying to blend in but his aura was black as night. He put out the warning and the magician was the first. He put a barrier cage around the now mad man.

The call goes out to us saying that they caught one of the evil ones. Charrel and I appear in the spot. She says that she recognizes this one. I say the same but, I know how to take care of this one.

This one is called the Soul Crusher. I had to fight him in the future but now, he does not know that I know him. He is acting like he does not know why he is caged. Far from innocent, he uses subterfuge and mind whispering to drag you down thus distracting you then he is able to drain all your magic in his old world, that was death but here his finishing move doesn’t work.

All that face him from our world have been given the block of that.

I say to the magician, out loud, that the barrier can be removed. “He looks like he is innocent.” I thought to all that this is the Soul Crusher and they have the way to defeat him.

Immediately after the barrier goes down, he starts with his routine of chanting disparaging feelings of inadequacies. To his dismay, he is hearing laughing and people pointing at him. The ones that should be weakening due to the self esteem attacks, are now attacking his.

The more he steps it up the more he gets what he is sending is returning to him but worse. Now all are just staring at him with crossed arms. His magic is almost completely spent. Never before has he ever been drained.

It is Charrel that steps up to him. “Why did you have to bring that filth here to this new world. You need to go back to the old world and die with it. You proved you cannot be trusted.”

She put an identifier magically in his being that the rift will not allow him to enter this world. I come over to him and have both the poleman and the great swordman throw him back through the rift.

With that, a representative comes through to talk with us. He tells us that the Soul Crusher mixed in with the first people through. He has been locked up and the last ones for today have come through. There will be more tomorrow.

The remainder of the immigration goes well. The problem is that both of us remember that there were three evil ones but we were only able to find one. The other two, we know, had also slipped through. I have the rift patched. We need to be able to exile the two or destroy them either way this needs to be over quick.

The rift cannot be allowed to stay open indefinitely. I call a thought meeting. It was amazing. There was almost everyone that crossed over along with the ones that we made users of magic.

I needed to change up the meeting adjenda. Both Charrel and I know the two will be listening because they know that the soul crusher has been defeated. So we make this a welcoming meeting.

“We welcome those who have escaped that dying world. Live in peace with us, help your sponsoring family but always strive to become an independent member of this world. Share the gift of magic with your host family but not outside of them.” Charrel tells them.

I explain that there are evil people on our world that should not get magic. What I did not tell them is that I have put a block on those who have shown the evil side of humanity. That was a precaution before the rift opened.

“Always show the same kindness that you have received from your host family. Host family, it is your responsibility to show your neighbors how your new found talents will benefit the neighborhood.” I tell them. “Win them over with kindness. Win over the neighborhoods and soon we will have a world of peace. Now I would like my core group leaders to come to our home for further discussion on how we are going to progress.”

That message had to go out. The future me did nothing like that and the refugees had gathered to themselves. They were not welcomed into this side communities. There was the underlying thought that they were invaders.

Now, this time, there are our worlds families that were sponsoring them. All have at least a family helping them here. That is going a long way to help them being accepted. They are now being seen as helping our world and not sponging off us. That is going a long way to change the future.

I am brought out of my deep thoughts by Charrel’s smiling face. She is my lifeline, my salvation, my wife. “How can I have deep thoughts when all I see is your beautiful smile.”

She throws herself on me putting me into the most calming, loving hug. “That is my job as your wife.”

Being lost in the moment, we had not noticed that all of those who we recruited are here just waiting for us to break.