Chapter 13

They did not.

Ga’min could feel the shouted words tremble her bones. The Teaching Mothers had never yelled at her. They had always been caring and patient.

Not today.

Today, they yelled.

There was anger in The Teaching Mother’s voice. There was anger in her words. There was anger in her actions.

Ga’min could almost feel the yells in her bones. As a fearless warrior, she had never known fear, but this was different.

There was hurt in Teaching Mother’s words. Despair. Almost panic.

Ga’min tried to find out why, but the yelling only continued.

Finally, Ga’min walked away, trailing only a soft sob behind her.

She went into the woods. She did not go in looking for Jus’yu. She felt that had she encountered the other woman, Ga’min likely would have said she would rather be alone.

For a long time, she walked in the woods, in the meadows, on beaches, on lakes, on hills, and on mountains. She walked for months, stopping only for rest, in pursuit of answers for questions she did not know.

She would sometimes encounter other people, who knew instantly at her look whom or what she was. They would treat her with reverence, feed her and shelter her until she again left.

In one village, she found a very beautiful girl. Like many others, the girl could not keep her eyes off Ga’min, Ga’min’s glances at the girl greeted with a smile.

One night after exchanging many glances, the two nodded at each other and went to the girl’s modest hut, where they made love. The girl was surprised when Ga’min made love with her, when Ga’min stated she wanted to give the girl pleasure, but she certainly did not argue.

The pair exchanged orgasms through the night, Ga’min enjoying the vagina of a common woman, the common woman enjoying the attention of a warrior. Finally, the pair fell asleep in each other’s arms. When the girl awoke the next morning to find Ga’min, she smiled in understanding, knowing it was the way of the warrior, happy she shared the experience, living her life full and satisfied.

Ga’min continued to travel, for months, for years. Occasionally, she would catch her reflection in a pool, finding her face had not aged, her body had not lost its look. She found other villages, sometimes finding other girls and making love to them.

It had become her way.

One day, she came across a violent battle. She was atop a hill, where no one could see. She squatted, watching the action below. She recognized no one but grew saddened at the bloodshed.

She watched as a young woman, much like one she had made love to in a village many months ago, was felled violently.

With a cry of anger and hurt, Ga’min stood and ran down the hill, the yell of anger piercing the ears of those around.

They all stopped fighting, looking at the naked woman standing before them, in the middle of them, her fists clenched in anger, her teeth gritting.

“You will stop this fighting immediately,” she seethed between her teeth.

As if to answer, a man nearby raised his sword.

She raised her arm towards him. Electricity surrounded his body, as if a net, not quite touching him.

“Put down your weapon, or I will close it upon you,” she seethed.

The man complied.

Ga’min raised her arms to the sky. Electricity came from her fingers, covering the sky with its sparkling arches for as far as all could see, close enough that they could hear its angry crackling.

“All of you will drop your weapons,” Ga’min said.

The men and the women listened.

They listened as she calmly talked to them, explained to them. Passionately, she told them about her life, of what she had seen and had hoped to see.

Some of the bravery from both sides of the battle joined the conversation. She listened patiently. She answered. she asked. They answered.

Soldiers began to talk with each other, at first talking to only those on their own side, then talking to those on the other side. Words were exchanged. Smiles were exchanged.

For hours, the soldiers talked. Ga’min watched, interjecting her own words where she felt they were needed.

Handshakes were exchanged between sides. Knowing glances. More smiles. Hugs.

A woman from one side and a man from the other side exchanged a long hug, before walking away together into the distance, arm around each other.

The battle was over. Peace was made.

Ga’min continued her travels. She found more villages. Every so month, she would find another battle, able to snuff it out without falling anyone. Sometimes, she would pull aside a girl from the battlefield, making mad passionate love for her until she would go to find her next peaceful conquest. My hearts were not broken. The girls knew the code, just marveling at the warrior who did not fight.

As the months and the years went by, her reputation preceded her. She found villages in strife, willing to listen to her. She found villages in peace, willing to listen to her. She found battles, with the soldiers willing to listen to her. Where at one time she was a renown warrior for her village, she was now known as a peacemaker for all villages.

She found other warriors, with powers such as hers. Some could produce light, some could produce fire, some water, gravity, even emotion.

Through the years, Ga’min had learned to hone her powers, to use them to produce peace. Never once did she kill, but she had to threaten death sometimes to get the ways of peace.

So, it was when she met other warriors. Even with her reputation, at first sight the other warriors would want to fight her. She would, but not to the death. Rarely, even, did she have to injure another.

Once she had a subdued warrior, she would soothe them with words. She would convince them that she meant no harm, only peace and love to them. With time, her words had grown quite powerful, her ability to talk with others grew to extraordinary lengths. Every time, she was able to use her words to soothe and calm the other warrior. Every time, she was able to use her words to lead the other woman to a bed, where the pair would make passionate love.

And it was then that the turn was complete. Once that other woman found a fellow warrior who was so willing to give pleasure, the fight would begin to leave her mind. With more coaxing, with more words, Ga’min was able to convince all that giving pleasure was so much more fulfilling than fighting. Once she was able to convince the other that giving pleasure was the true path to happiness, once Ga’min received an orgasm from the other warrior, the change was complete.

And so, peace spread further through the land. Warriors turned into lovers, teaching others the way of love. Through many years, the thoughts of battle sunk into the mire, extinguished.

And with it, love and even lust grew and spread through the lands.

Still, Ga’min wandered the lands, wandered the villages. Even though she kept her youthful looks – something she truly did not understand – the wisdom of her presence was felt everywhere she went. Her visionaries of peace, love and making love were sought by those many far away.

Only did she partake in the pleasure with other women. “There is nothing which can match the touch of another woman,” she told a group of girls one day. “Only a woman can know that touch which can truly sexually please another woman. Only a woman can truly enjoy the feel of another woman and know what spots make her heart race and the fire within her burn. Only a woman can make that fire erupt, and to be extinguished with happiness.”

The other woman of that group nodded their heads, drinking in the wisdom. Finally, they removed their garments and explored each other.

Ga’min watched in apt satisfaction as the women pleased each other, the sounds of orgasm ringing through the village square. She watched as naked bodies explored naked bodies, as tongues dove into various orifices in exploration.

She gently caressed herself as she watched one girl in particular, the youngest of the group having just become of age a week ago. She watched as the girl shyly but eagerly devoured her partner, effortlessly and persistently bringing her to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

As the girl at her partner, she instinctively had bought her bottom to the sky, arching her back as she worked her tongue inside of the other woman’s pussy. Ga’min watched her, her own fingers now tenderly inside of her own pussy, stroking her walls.

She walked behind the girl as she continued to eat her partner. By now, all of the other girls had stopped their own encounters, now lying together, watching Ga’min approach the girl.

Ga’min bought her hand from between her legs, putting it between the legs of the other girl, who let out a little surprised gasp at the touch. She could have sworn that, once her own moisture met that of the other girl, she felt a slight tingling of electricity on her fingertips.