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females can be ass kickers. Some would die of fright here. Watch this one.”
    The creature reappeared. Its wings flapped, its pointed talons curled as though fighting the storm. Beast and nature did battle in the air. The beast turned solid as it smashed, folded wings first into a solid cloud. Both cloud and beast burst into pieces and was gone.
    “Did it die?” Becky whispered.
    “No. It was reborn. So was the storm. At least that’s what some Tonans say. Personally, I have no clue. There is a memory that nags from my stepfather’s side, he was curious and was prone to acquire new knowledge. My bio father didn’t care. The memories are distorted, there and gone. And, Tonans lie, even to each other.”
    “I think humans would call it a fairy-tale, or myth. But I’d like to believe it. Simply disappearing after death sounds so sad. Like living was meaningless. Learning, earning wisdom your entire life only to have everything you know die with you. It would be nice to have the knowledge of my ancestors in my mind. I suppose humans leave, left and will leave again, their mark on history remains through artifacts and paintings, no matter where we end up. Then again, part of the aspect of being human is the intriguing wonder in putting things together. I guess that’s why so many enjoy puzzles. Except me. Puzzles are a pain in the ass and if one piece is missing, it totally screws it up.
    “My dad liked puzzles. He could solve any kind of dilemma. When the world fell apart, he didn’t panic, he said life was an adventure. He had one adventure too many.”
    Her words trailed to a whisper. The battle in the sky calmed. The rain continued to fall, but the smell was different. She swallowed hard. The scent of the rain was a reminder of when her father fought his last battle, and lost. The color grey brought so many memories to the surface. For a moment, the dampness on Huck’s hand warmed and she relaxed. Remembering her father caused her so much pain, and that made her furious. She wanted to recall the fun, the happiness.
    “Maybe there is truth to myth, some, I think. Not sure though,” Huck stumbled over the words. She could tell it was his strange way of trying to make her feel better.
    His attempts at truths were admirable; she sensed it wasn’t from concern of a tail. The idea was odd, but his touch made him seem thoughtful. Whenever he touched her, strange emotions swirled within, and she wondered if Tonan skin was a drug.
    Huck pulled her further into the cave. Becky gazed around. The entire interior was a soft yellow. Stalagmites and stalactites near the opening resembled fangs; the pointed tips were blood red. They were in a cave leading to caverns and hollows, some tunnels led left and others right. Inside the caverns were intricate drawings when she moved to inspect the walls. There was something alluring about the markings.
    Becky went to stand near a glowing black design that caught her attention. The image swirled in a circular motion and shapes formed. For a moment, she thought letters would appear but the lines changed color and grew larger surrounded by a dull mist. She was intrigued as the mist settled near the ground. Soon a story was unfolding of a pair of lovers meeting, giggling behind hands, under a huge mound of vines. The vines spread back with a flourish inviting her to come inside and witness the metaphors. Enchanted, Becky followed in her mind. She blinked in wonder when the scene played out life-like. The beings were in front of her, not five feet and real. The sweet smell of the room where flowers sat tickled her nostrils. The pleasant warmth surrounding her dried the few rain spots on her shirt.
    This is so real. How is this possible?
    The couple were green in color, a beautiful vivid hunter green while their eyes shone florescent. Their telltale intimate parts were bathed in soft green highlights and when the male creature ran his hand over the female’s mound, shimmering sparks danced