Chapter 25

Cross reference of English names to Ancient names

Cross reference of Ancient names to English names

This chapter is dedicated to the real 'Cire the cat', 1990 - 2008.

Megan, Sammi, Eric, and I sat on the bed, staring at our visitor. Sometimes, you wonder why something surprises you, but it does nonetheless. The romantic mood was mostly gone; mostly, but that didn't keep Megan from slipping her hand between my legs and absent-mindedly stroking me slowly. I doubt she realized she was doing it. She had eyes only for the girl in the corner. Sammi was doing similar things with Eric, paying no more attention.

It would be interesting when Julie returned with the girls. I wasn't sure how I would react to two Amy's in the same room at the same time. One was always enough, often a little too much, bless her little heart.

Yep, you guessed it. Our visitor looked exactly like Amy. I would say clear down to the same skin blemishes, but Amy never had any.

The mystery girl walked timidly over to the bed and sat down next to me. She smiled shyly, leaned over and kissed me, laying her hand on my chest softly as she did so. It was exactly the way Amy always kissed me. She even tasted the same. I felt her giggle in my mouth as she heard me moan softly.

"Katiro? Pat-r-ick? Ke tor res santo," she murmured softly. I didn't have to understand her language to know what she said. This was Amy, and Amy only said one thing when she kissed me like that.

"I love you too, honey," I told her. She blushed and giggled happily. She knew what I said, the same as I knew.

Megan took the girl's hand and slowly moved it over to my lap, wrapping it around my cock and showing her how to stroke it. The girl gasped, blushed, then laid her head on my chest, burrowing in as close as she could get, looking embarrassed. It didn't stop her from continuing to stroke me when Megan took her hand away, though. The girl looked up, smiled impishly, and took Megan's hand back, holding it as she moved it back over to me. Megan laughed as they stroked me together.

"Nagalla," she whispered softly. "Ke tor res santo tol."

"She loves you, too," I said unnecessarily to Megan. Megan gave me a 'no shit, Sherlock!' eye roll and kissed the girl quickly. There seemed to be no end to the blushing this girl was capable of. It made her even more beautiful, just as it always did with Amy.

I heard the sound of high-speed feet and Amy came careening through the doorway, bouncing off the wall.

"Daddy! Julie says we have com ... pa ... ny." Amy slid across the floor in her stocking feet as she slammed on the brakes. She stood there, her mouth open, collecting bugs as she stared at our visitor.

"Daddy?" she whispered, shocked, amazed, and ... a little frightened.

"I know, honey. She just popped in here a minute ago. I have no idea who she is, but she speaks the ancient language. I think we have to assume, from past experience, that she's from Terzo."

The girl looked up as Amy stood there staring at her, and her face broke into a huge smile.

"A-my!" she squealed. "Amma-llia," she whispered, trying to act more dignified. She obviously decided the hell with dignified and jumped off the bed, hurling herself into Amy's arms. The girl hugged and kissed Amy.

"A-my!" she whispered softly.

The scene played out the same as when Victoria and Tori-llia first met. Both Amy and the mystery girl flinched as if they received an electric shock, then they stared deep into each other's eyes, as if mesmerized. The world around them ceased to exist as they stared at each other. They hugged each other tightly, then stood there with their arm around each other's waist, giggling happily.

"A-my!" the mystery girl proclaimed, as if that word held the key to all the secrets of the universe.

Julie, Becky, and Tori-llia entered the room next. Julie had wisely brought Becky with her. I had forgotten that. Julie didn't seem like the confused little girl that had uttered a prophecy a few minutes ago. She leaned against the wall and smiled knowingly at the whole scene.

"Amma-llia!" Tori-llia squealed and ran to hug the mystery girl. The two girls greeted each other as long lost friends. I thought it likely they were just that.

{To avoid confusion (Ha! In this story?) whenever the mystery girl is referred to by name, Amy or Amma-llia, they will be italicized and bolded as just shown. Amy or Amma-llia referring to the original Amy in the story will not be bolded or italicized. Hang in there; the confusion won't last long.}

We listened for a few minutes as the two Terzons (we were assuming that was where she was from) chattered away in their native tongue. Megan could understand a few words, and informed us it was simply catching up news talk. Tori-llia was asking how her husband was (that explained the wistful, moist look in her eyes) and Amma-llia was assuring her that his other wife had been taking care of him properly. Huh? They both giggled hysterically at that, obviously some inside joke. Megan wasn't sure of the next sentence, but she said it seemed to be something like 'what's he going to do now?'.

Tori-llia motioned Becky over and, through hand signals, indicated she should do a brain scan on Amma-llia. She prattled off a mess of Tarqan to our guest, but it was unnecessary. The mystery girl seemed to have no trouble with the idea.

Amy held Amy's hand as Becky did her mind thing. Becky seemed very interested in their holding hands. She asked them to stop and start holding hands several times. Of course, the mystery girl had no idea what Becky was doing or saying, and kept trying to take Amy's hand back. She looked thoroughly confused. Tori-llia didn't understand any better, but gave us that tolerant, amused smile people reserve for the mentally unstable and for children.

Becky finished her scan.

"She's me, isn't she?" Amy whispered. "I can feel it; she's me and I'm her."

"Give the girl a cigar," Becky said, then giggled. She knew what was going to happen.

"I'll smack you!" Amy threatened Sarah, who had joined us with all the other girls. Sarah gave her a sweet, little girl look, with wide, innocent eyes. Jessica giggled. Amy glared, then turned back to her visitor. Seconds later, a cigar hit her in the side of the head.

Amy closed her eyes, obviously praying for patience, then gave Sarah her own sweet, innocent look. Sarah's smile faltered a little, as all of us could see the promise of retaliation in Amy's smile.

"The results are the same as with Victoria and Tori-llia. Amy and Amy are the same person. Not twins, not clones, but the exact same person. She doesn't seem as confused by it, though. I suspect she might know what's going on, if we could communicate with her. It's especially interesting when they hold hands. It's as if they are holding their own hand, yet they receive tremendous joy and comfort from that little act. It's as if, by touching, they are ... complete," Becky explained.

"That's what I was trying to explain, but I couldn't find the right words," Victoria whispered, staring at Becky gratefully. She and Tori-llia reached out together, holding hands. They each sighed and touched their heads together. Amy and Amy whimpered and hugged tightly again, as if it hurt to be apart. The four of them reminded me of Sarah and Jessica, who giggled and hugged each other also.

"I wish we could talk to her," Amy said wistfully.

Julie sighed.

We can," she said sadly.

"Tor es sensa cen inta sordaca," Julie said quietly.

Amy and Tori-llia looked surprised and giggled with joy at hearing their own language. As if a switch was thrown, a light seemed to go on in their eyes and they immediately sobered, looking stunned. They grabbed each other's hand and quickly knelt in front of Julie, their eyes downcast in reverence.

"Sor Nasa," they whispered together.

That didn't take a translator for all of us to understand.

My Lady.

"Stop that!" Julie murmured in frustration and quickly pulled them to their feet. A flurry of words ensued from Julie. It seemed to be Tarqan, yet ... not exactly. It was perfectly understood by Tori-llia and Amy. They nodded in acquiescence, looked unsure for a moment, then ran to Julie and hugged her.

"Sor Nasa," Amy whispered, a twinkle in her eye, then giggled. That was Amy all right, always needing to have the last word. Julie laughed, then swatted her good-naturedly. Not lightly, mind you, but good-naturedly.

"Tas!" Amy squeaked, then giggled again. Ouch!

"You understand them? We can talk to her through you?" I asked. Why were we just learning about that now, when Tori-llia had been with us for some time now?

'You want to translate for them?' Julie asked testily in my mind.

'Sorry, dear.'

'I know. You think I like keeping secrets from you? I don't. I love you. That means I sometimes have to do things I don't want to do. I want to be around to keep loving you for a long time.'

I felt like crap as I heard a little sob in my mind.

"Yes, I understand them," Julie said.

"It's an easy language. You could learn it quickly, even as a human. It only took me an hour," Melinda said smugly.

"You understand their language too?" I asked. I sounded dangerously quiet, even to me.

"Ye-ess," Melinda said, sounding a little less smug.

"God damn it, Melinda! How long have we been struggling here to understand Tori-llia and you didn't say anything? If you weren't a fucking computer, I'd spank your little ass! Why didn't you say so?"

"Because ... you never asked?" Melinda answered meekly.

'Daddy ... you're scaring our guests, ' Amy reproved me gently.

I took a deep breath. Melinda was a computer; she took things literally. I was out of line. I was so frustrated. I finally thought I had a handle on dealing with teenage girls, and now I had to deal with a teenage female computer? And the cycles were bad ... why?

"I'm sorry, Melinda. It's been a long day. Forgive me?"

"Yep, mostly. Poor thing; it must be tough to be interrupted when you're with Megan and Sammi. Two Amy's? There are times when I'm glad I'm a computer! Sorry ... Daddy!" Melinda giggled.

"Hey!" Both Amy's threw a pillow at me.

"Hey! I didn't say it!" I protested.

"Tis teion sortasa ben forda lont!" Amy giggled, then covered her mouth and looked embarrassed. Well, as embarrassed as you can look with a twinkle in your eye.

"She said you should've spanked Melinda more when she was your spoiled little granddaughter," Julie laughed.

Great; a smart-assed Terzon Amy. Then it hit me what she said ... my granddaughter?

"Why are there two Amy's and two Victoria's?" I asked Julie. I was losing the battle with Melinda, so it was time to change subjects.

Julie and Amy talked animatedly for a few moments. I heard Melinda gasp. Could a computer be surprised?

"Better sit down, Daddy," Julie said gently.

"I am sitting, Becky," I shot back. Everyone laughed, even Becky. She had become used to that teasing over time.

"She's Julie. Becky's over there," Melinda said seriously. I ignored her. Today was not the day to explain that particular situation to a computer. You had to have been there to understand the humor.

"There are two of almost everyone ... everyone except you, Patrick. Well, and Julie and Sammi, since the Terzons have no idea who Julie and Sammi are. Eric also seems to be considerably older than he is here, but she says there is no doubt it is he. All of them exist here and on Terzo, simultaneously," Julie explained.

"Copies?"

"Not copies, not clones, not twins. The same person, the exact same person, in both places at once," Julie corrected me.

"I think we're way over our limit of Katie's!" Melinda muttered.

"We were there long time ago ... with just one!" Becky giggled.

"Hey!" Katie screeched and threw a pillow at me. I don't know where the third pillow came from, but Sarah was laughing awfully hard. I don't know why I got all the blame, and all the pillows; they said it, not me.

"Why isn't there one of me on Terzo?" I asked, trying my best to ignore all the weird girls in the room. Exactly; that was all of them.

"No one was ready to deal with the subject of two Katiro's ... something about blasphemy," Julie explained.

"Not exactly the word I would have used!" Lisa giggled. 'All of them!' I reminded myself.

"Is Amanda on Terzo?" Lori asked, her voice trembling. All of us looked surprised.

"Not that she knows of," Julie answered, "although she's not exactly sure, since no one on Terzo knows what Amanda looked like."

"Shit!" Lori muttered. "Sorry."

"If everyone is in both places, why wasn't Tori-llia surprised by all the others here, instead of just herself?"

Julie explained after consulting with Tori-llia.

"She was. She recovered from her shock and hid it well, though. With everything going on, seeing herself caught her by surprise. All of them knew they were all of you in name. It's a great honor that they try very hard not to rub in the faces of those not so honored. Tori-llia was not aware that they also looked exactly like us. She wasn't supposed to be here with you; she was brought here by the actions of the Empress." Julie consulted quickly with Amy. "Amy was the one picked for first contact with you from Terzo, outside of the Facilitators already here. As such, she was fully aware of what we looked like."

"But now Tori-llia knows. Is that a problem?" I asked.

"Kis lada sienm de orgasts torden," Amy replied.

"Now you need to know; now it's time for you to know. It doesn't matter who knows now," Melinda translated as Julie took a drink.

"Why?"

"Because it's almost time for you to rescue the three planets," she explained.

"Rescue?"

"They're in trouble. The Empress has them blockaded with her fleet. She threatens to destroy them if they don't cooperate. Hence, the dreams and cries for help. She's trying to lure you to them. The Terzons cooperate, but not for the reason she thinks. They cooperate because they also want you to come, to save them."

"Maybe we'll just have to grant the Empress her wish," I muttered.

"Over my dead body," Amy exclaimed. I really didn't like the funny look that briefly crossed Julie's face when Amy said that.

"We'll talk about it later," I said.

"Why do we all exist on Terzo also?" I asked.

"That is not known," Melinda answered. The literal computer didn't pursue the subject further. She answered the question that was asked. Julie giggled at my sigh. She consulted with Amy.

"No one knows, Patrick. Perhaps it was an attempt to retain our knowledge if we never returned. Perhaps it was to accomplish something when the time was right, like now. The ones that did it are no longer around. It was done sometime just before or just after the Battle of Cornaza. The technique they used to do it is no longer known. It's a mystery."

"So, except for me, everyone also exists on Terzo? Do they have powers?" I asked.

"Amy says none of them have showed powers. Remember, Terzo is the world everyone exists on before their powers awaken. Legend has it that they ... we ... it's so confusing ... were all destined to have powers. The union of body from Terzo and colors from Miazo hasn't occurred in them because there is nowhere for the combined bodies to go; Cornaza is uninhabitable. Everyone she sees here also exists there except you, me, and Sammi."

Amy looked around the room to verify that. I saw her eyes open wide briefly and a little gasp escaped her when she noticed Lori and Lisa. She quickly returned to normal.

"What is it?" I asked.

Amy rapidly rattled off a string of Tarqa that Julie and Melinda had trouble following.

"She doesn't know those two. There are two on Terzo ... similar ... but not the same. She won't say more," Julie said.

Lisa and Lori looked scared. Amy and Cindi looked worried. The four of them had become very close friends, Lisa more with Amy, and Lori more with Cindi.

"Is that bad? Are they Qerda imposters or something?" I laughed nervously.

"Oh no, nothing like that; just ... different. Amy won't say more. I detect a little humor, though," Julie replied.

"Well, guys, I think it's time we get a little sleep. Tomorrow's another day," I said, yawning, after we had all chatted a little more. Amy smirked.

"Yeah, right. You just want to get back to Megan and Sammi," she giggled.

"Sor tasa ke illesa trenasa ... Franaza!" Amy giggled, blushing. Amy's eyes opened wide and she covered her mouth, stifling a giggle herself. I had noticed already that Amy seemed to often know the jist of what her counterpart was saying, even though she didn't speak the language.

"Well ... there is that. What did she say?" I asked.

"Um ... she said goodnight, see you in the morning," Amy lied.

'Happy fucking ... Daddy!' Melinda whispered in my mind.

'What?'

'That's what she said, as close as the translation can be. It actually means more of a passionate lovemaking and mindless fucking mixed together, but human language doesn't have a word for it. She's sweet and cute, but she is not a naïve little kid, ' Melinda answered.

'She's ... experienced?'

'You can be so dense sometimes. Remember?' Melinda played back a scene from a few minutes ago in my mind. (Tori-llia was asking how her husband was (that explained the wistful, moist look in her eyes) and Amma-llia was assuring her that his other wife had been taking care of him properly. Huh? They both giggled hysterically at that, obviously some inside joke. Megan wasn't sure of the next sentence, but she said it seemed to be something like 'what's he going to do now?'. ) 'Just who did you think his other wife is? And what's he going to do now, that both of his wives are here? It was pretty obvious.'

'Amy? Little Amy is his other wife?' I was flabbergasted.

'Little Amy?' Melinda mocked me. 'And who is going to be your other wife?' she asked sarcastically.

I shut up. She was right; the two Amy's were the same age. Hell, they were the same person. My head hurt again. I had to ask one question before I left the subject, however.

'Who is their husband?'

'He's Victoria's twin brother ... and Amy's father.'

"He's ME?' I gasped.

'No, but he's the closest they have to you, ' Melinda replied.

'But ... I'll be married to Megan, not Victoria.'

'There are some differences in the two worlds. Besides, who says he isn't married to Megan also? You probably don't want to know more!' Melinda giggled.

'How do you know all this?'

'I was a mind-reading prodigy before I became a computer. They say I was the best there was, or at least I had that potential. I still am, only better. Reading human minds is child's play.'

Eric and I did our best to drive Megan crazy after everyone left. She decided she wanted me in her this time while she sucked him off. If the way her canal was squeezing me was any indication, along with her convulsions as we came together, she really enjoyed it.

I cuddled with Megan for a while as she trembled, coming down from her high with numerous mini-orgasms. She couldn't talk as she clutched me tight, like I was going to disappear. Eric sat on the bed and watched us, grinning at his sister's joy.

"I love you so much!" she finally whispered as she looked at me.

I knew what she wanted; I could see it in her eyes. It was what I planned all along. I motioned Eric over and disentangled myself from Megan with some difficulty. She didn't want to let me go. I motioned Eric to take my place. Megan immediately wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. I saw a guilty look in her eyes.

"I'm going to leave you two here alone tonight, to get 'acquainted'. Have fun, dear," I said, kissing Megan. She grabbed me and held on.

"Patrick? Do you really mean it? I ... I can't do that to you!" She was crying.

"It's ok, Megan, really it is. You've waited long enough for this. Just don't forget me," I teased. Maybe.

"Oh, honey, I love you so much! I can't believe you're doing this for me. I would never forget you. I will come back to you, Patrick, I promise. It's just ... Eric ... I..."

"I understand. I'll see you later." I kissed her again and started to leave. She grabbed my hand again.

"Where are you going? Promise me you'll spend the night with someone, I don't want you alone tonight," she begged me.

"I thought I'd visit Amy and Amy," I told her, giving her a leer. She slapped me playfully.

"You're such a pervert! You're my pervert, though, and I love you," she giggled.

"Me? Who's spending the night with her brother?" I teased her. She arched her eyebrows at me.

"Says the one who's going to spend the night with his daughter ... in stereo!" she giggled.

Ok, that was enough of that teasing; I wasn't going to win. We kissed and I headed for the door. I watched as she completely forgot about me and immersed herself in Eric. I was excited as she spread her legs and he entered her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as she called out his name and her whole body shook. I saw the tears leak out of her closed eyes as she trembled all over.