The Stone of Idris: Power Unfettered.

Cuidado con todos los que me usan porque soy poder.

Beware all that use me for I am power.

Mi fuerza solo está limitada por lo que puedes creer que es possible.

My power is only limited by what you can believe is possible.

Úsame para el mal, y te enfermaré.

Use me for ill, and I will make you sick.

Úsame para bien y tus sueños se cumplirán.

Use me for good, and your dreams will come true.

Si no tienes cuidado, devoraré tu alma.

If you are not careful, I will devour your very soul.

The rest of the note appeared to be warnings that the stone never be used as it would destroy the user, and make them mad, demented and ill before eventually killing them and taking their souls.

Well, great-great-grandad was definitely mad and probably demented, but 136? If the stone was killing him, it was taking an awfully long time.

I put the stone back in the envelope, put the envelope on my dresser, and then went to bed. I would search the University’s library in the morning to see what information I could find.

I woke, but I didn’t wake up. I was riding behind the eyes of a man. This man was in the middle of a cadre of American soldiers. I guessed they were somewhere in the jungles of Vietnam or Cambodia from the overpowering humidity and verdant greenery surrounding me.

“Where’s this fucking house, Smithson?” A soldier shouted at me. “We’ve been running around in circles for fucking hours.”

My father had fought in Vietnam. But I didn’t think I was in my father’s head. I was, but it was like I was behind Eldrick’s eyes, who was inside my father’s head.

“There,” my father indicated.

Two young men stood outside a door holding automatic rifles.

“And the house is full of virgin women?” The soldier asked.

“The village has gathered all of the marriageable aged women, 18 to 31 years, in that house to save them from the conflict,” Eldrick told the man.

It was definitely Eldrick talking, not my father, John.

“Take them out,” the soldier ordered curtly.

Two shots rang quickly out, and the two men dropped.

The cadre crashed through the door and into the house. The women were all screaming and running about the place.

“Shut up!” The man who was leading bellowed.

It was clear he was on the ragged edge. Accidents happen when men that stressed are holding automatic weapons.

Eldrick/John/me pulled out the stone. It was strange. Eldrick wasn’t really there. He was travelling behind his great-grandson’s eyes, so the stone wasn’t there either. It didn’t seem to matter to the stone’s power.

“You will all quieten down,” Eldrick said.

The women went silent.

“You are pleased to see us and grateful that we have saved you. So grateful that you will take off all your clothes and make love to us as a reward.”

There were at least 25 women in that room. Five soldiers.

There was a rustle of clothing hitting the floor. Naked, the women chose one of the five soldiers.

My father gathered no less than five Vietnamese women around him, all with bony bottoms, flat stomachs, and tiny tits.

“Those without a man can make love to each other while they wait,” Eldrick/Dad said.

Eldrick/dad picked out the youngest of the five women he had chosen. She must have only just been old enough to be placed in the protected group. He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to her knees in front of him.

Eldrick/dad, and me, it was like I was in the room like it was my cock that was being taken out of my trousers. It was like my organ was forced into the unwilling mouth of this young, beautifully lean, black-eyed Vietnamese woman. I was Eldrick, who was dad, who was me.

“Open wider and suck, you slut,” Eldrick/dad/I/we demanded.

The woman wouldn’t have known any English, but the stone sang its irresistible melody. The woman’s mouth opened, allowing our cock to slide inside.