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

Charrel’s tale

I love that old man. He saved me from the hunters. You see, I am a nymph. Since the rift opened, most of our world has crossed over including the three evil ones that escaped their confinement on the old world. They wreaked havoc and destruction. They caused all of us to be seen as trouble. We were hunted.

We nymphs are seen as just prostitutes but we are not. One by one we were captured and used. I have been on the run. I am tired. I vowed to kill myself rather than be used but I was trapped. This group of men were telling me that they needed to be entertained. They told me that I was going to be theirs.

I was ready to die when a mighty voice boomed.

“What the hell do you think you are doing! She is a living being and you people are the animals. These people came in peace but for a few that were evil that spread dissention. Now you are imitating those three. She is now under my protection!”

None of those men wanted to oppose that old man. I could not understand why. Physically he was no match for them. They were bowing as they backed away from me.

I lived with him. He treated me like I was the most important person in his life. He respected me. I love him.

Because of the three, he wore down. We won the fight but at a terrible cost. He knew that he was dying and did not want me to fall victim again so he told me that he was going to send me back in time to the time when he was going to awaken. I was to guide him. Show him the way to the acceptance of the refugees.

Now I know him. I realize the hidden motive of sending me back to help the young him. Yes it is to guide him into the magic life but it also is because that old man also regretted the age different. He knew that he was close to the final life and could not, so he thought, interact like he wanted. The way he knew I deserved.

He knew that his younger self would love me. What I did not know was that he put all his memories and talents into me as his younger self said. It was a program that ran the first time we held hands. He then showed that knowledge to an old couple. He made them young again.

All the stress of dealing with the curing people and then the Soul Crusher battle. He is putting more than one hundred percent. I could see that he needed to now see one of my talents.

“Master, please take off your shirt and lay down on the floor face down. I am going to give you a massage. You need to have some serious knots worked out. Even though you rest, you do not relax. This is going to make you feel extremely better.”

I know that I am keeping a lot in and it is causing me to be sore and tired. I have never had a massage so I figure, why not. I remove my shirt and undershirt then I lay on the floor. What I did feel next was like someone was pouring thick warm liquid on my back. The strange thing is that it now was completely covering from my neck to my butt.

As she talks to me the liquid is now vibrating and undulating. She is softly singing to me. That causes me to turn my head. Her body is the liquid. I do not panic because now a future memory tells me that she is a shifter. I fall asleep.

A dream or is it a program, I see her fighting and also shape changing to elude or ambush. What I see is someone that has had to defend herself.

When I wake, she is right besides me, asleep. She is cuddled up to me. I cannot help myself and gently stroke that platinum hair. I am so in love with her. She starts to wake and just smiles that smile I so love. I draw her in for a kiss. This is time for just us.

Our life goes so fast for all these slow moments. That is why we need these times of relaxation.

Charrel is sort of an ambassador for the refugees. They love her because they seem to know that she was sent back to pave the way for them. She is also respected by our people that we helped. The people from our world are coming around to see the refugees as potential instructors in magic since I had shown that all it takes is a view of the concept and practice.

As with the refugees, our people have various levels of skills. Most can only use the basics. Then there are the intermediate users that can fight but are better at healing and protecting ones retreating. Then there are the ones that have been given special powers from me. They are the offence. We do the hard cases. I have equipped those with the ability to take on the three with both Charrel and myself.

This time, I see that there is a distinct difference. I had my suspicions that the three sowed the seeds of discontent against the refugees before they started to act. This time the soul crusher was caught and sent back . It was confirmed that he, out of magic, was locked up and passed in their custody.

I know their mode of operation so as long as I think, we will be able to defeat them. Silvia the Slaver

I have the memory of how the last two look and how they operate. My group now have the faces and how to spot them. They also know that they do not try to fight alone. They are to contact their leader and that one will alert me.

The plan is to engage each separately. Even though we may spot them both, we will concentrate on the first one sighted but I would much prefer to take on the slaver. She is the one that I feel will be the hardest to beat based on my future memories.

Charrel and I know that those two cannot and will not just give up their old ways. We both agree that, on the extremely remote chance they do want to go straight in a new life, we will just keep watch on them, but that is not likely. They love the power and have delusions of grandeur.

Neither realize that, in their ideal world, they both could not exist. One of them would have to die but that would only happen if we allow them to go unchecked. The sooner we eliminate them the better off our world will be.

There are now reports of refugees going missing. Most were well behaved. Most were men but the biggest thing was that the reports were from all over. Not one particular area. It is suspicious enough to know that one or both are making their moves by gathering the resources each needed. People with good magical abilities.

I got my wish. A family told us that their visitor has gone missing. “Silvia seemed like a nice person and would not just walk away.” They were truly worried. We are sent a picture of her. It is the slaver.

The word goes out that the slaver was in the general area. The surrounding area needs to watch.

Sure enough, she is spotted in an area that has many abandoned warehouses. That would be a good location to allow her to gather her slaves.

As before, I know how Silvia operates. I have fought her in the future, barely won but I won. There were hind sight do overs that I sent back so I now know what to do. That is why I am only fighting with my group.

In that future fight, I saw that she was only able to seduce the people from her world. I witnessed her try and fail when she directed her powers at a person from this world. She could not. I don’t know if it was because ours were just incompatible or just not susceptible to her wiles. I just had my ones that defended the people from attack, move all her realms people out of her line of sight.

We were able to find out which warehouse Silvia was frequenting. Satellite real time imaging of that area showed us where she was. Time to get everyone ready. The first thing was to make sure there were no innocent refugees around.

Once we got the word that it was done. We made enough noise as to alert her and force her to start her attack before she was really ready. We did know that she already had plan after plan. A surprise attack on her had her own response plan

She was like a chess master, observing the battle and directing the pieces to an area that she could exploit. A weak area that she could push through. Unfortunately for her, my people can think independently but all know the plan. It is simple, watch for where she is pushing and look for that hidden movement.

Her pattern was to push in another place as a distraction then hit while her opponent was concentrating elsewhere. This did not work. She was shocked when she tried to push on the weak spot. She found that our reserves, that were in the ranks furthest from the front, would run over to that weak spot. Charrel was our observer.

She would make sure that those who did not notice and move, she would mentally direct them where to go. She gained notice of Silvia.

She notices that Charrel, at times, is the weak spot. Rarely does she have people around her. Silvia sees her opening. She has a few that could jump over the fight. Those were her aces in the hole. Charrel had her back turned away from that portion of the fight.

Those jumped. Charrel did not notice and one reached her. He tried for a decapitation but one of ours killed him but, still in mid swipe, that one was able to slash her shoulder to shoulder causing Charrel to fall wounded.

I watched as every second seemed like an eternity. I screamed, yelling to her but knowing that I was not heard over the din of the battle. I felt total rage build up until it exploded. I did not need a chant. I focused on Silvia, who was laughing and pointing at me.

I felt her thought control connection to her minions. With my blinding rage, I directed it at Silvia and that connection. Her expression changes from delight to sheer horror but in the blink of an eye, all of them were just not here anymore. I just erased them from existence as I ran to my Charrel.

My people were in shock at the sudden disappearance of the other fighters but now can hear me yelling for them to clear the way and yelling her name “GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY! CHARREL!”

By the time I got to her, she was unconscious but alive. The healers are working on her. One of the people grab me as I try to pick her up and run..

“Let the healers do what they need. You interfering will kill her. They will know when it is okay to move her. We need you to calm down and think. The healers will do their best to save her. Calm down and let them work.”

I look up from the bloody sight to see that it is the magician. He just nods and says, “That is good. We need you back among the living. Concentrate on my eyes. Calm down.”

Now I’m coming back to my senses and ask the healers “Is she going to live?”

One answers me, with a scowl on her face, “Now that you are not distracting us by your ranting, we can continue to do our job. Shut up and keep back.” She returned back to Charrel. I could see that they were working on her. Some were at the point of almost exhaustion but now were calling for a stretcher.

“She is stable enough to take to the hospital emergency. You need to get a ride because we will be in the ambulance working on her.”

The magician asks ”What Hospital?” We were told and he looked at me and said that we could jump there and wait. I would not hear of it. It was not noticed by anyone but him. I lay down on the roof and stayed there until they got to the hospital. They thought nothing of it but every light was green and all the cars pulled over whether they wanted to or not.

When they pulled up to the emergency entrance, I was standing there with the magician. I got very disgusted looks from the healers as they brough Charrel in. I don’t care.

Inside, I am getting angry again. They have their procedures but this is Charrel. I now become irrational again but this time, I was distracted. It seems that the magician had told the staff that I may get this way. He had them ready a sedative that would knock me out. All I felt was a slight pin prick and that was it.

I woke up in a room. The magician was there along with doctors and staff. In the next bed was my Charrel. I wept like a baby when they told me that she would be okay. “She should make a full recovery. Her own body was casting heal on herself as we were working on her. The way her body is working, even the surface skin now has no indication of anything remotely like a blemish let alone a scar. You now can help by supporting her. She may have mental trauma from the event. Insist on her leaning on you. Watch for those indications of her retreating into herself. Just be there for her.”

We were interrupted by a moan. Not a moan of pain but one of those that signal someone awakening. We hear from her bed, “Would you please turn out those lights and let me sleep. Come to bed my dear, I need you to warm me up.”

Not caring, I usher everyone out, close the door, turn off the big lights and climb into her bed. She sighs and moves until she Is in full contact with me. She just murmurs goodnight as she drifts back to sleep again. I put my free arm around and watch her sleep.

Stupid people, telling me that I need to support her. Do they even know what my life would be without her. She is my life. We support each other.

I did not realize that I fell asleep but I woke to find that she had rolled over and was sleeping facing me. I still had my arm over her but now, she had hers on me. I could not help it. I stroked her hair and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Without opening her eyes, she just pointed to her lips. I now knew she was starting to awaken. I gave her a kiss and she kissed back then opened her eyes.

“I’m sorry that I failed you.” Is all she said to me.

“Failed me, hell no! you are alive, they are not. I am the one who is sorry. I could not properly protect you. That is my sole job as a husband. I was so worried about you. I am quite sure that the healers will tell you all about me.”

She says that she does not care. “As long as we have ourselves, nothing they can say will matter. Now let’s go home.”

I tell her that they need to check you out first. She tells me that all her body functions have healed completely. “Your warmth and energy did that last night.”

“I still think that they would be disappointed if they at least could not look at your back.”

She gets up and her clothes just appear on her. The back of the dress is one that is fully exposed. I’m still dressed.

“Let’s go home. They can look at my back as we leave.”

My Charrel is back.

We hear loud objections as we walk out of the room and out of the hospital. Only when we disappear and reappear in our home does she lower her guard and I need to hug her as she cries. She tells me that she was awake during the time they were healing her on the field.

“I’m so sorry for causing you so much anxiety, so much heartache. As long as the wound is not fatal, I will always recover. Please forgive me.” I tell her that there is nothing to forgive. I look into her teary eyes and tell her that it is a husbands right to worry.

Now she does ask, “how did the battle go. Did she escape?”

“Not a single one escaped. They were all erased from existence. Not a single atom of them exists in any universe. We only need to hunt out the last one and then I have that special request that the old me sent to me.”

I insisted that we relax and just enjoy being alive for a while. “Let’s erase all the outside doors and be alone with each other. The last one will now sink deeper in the hide he is in.