On a trip to Egypt, I stumble upon a mysterious amulet that belongs to Zafara—a time-traveling mage. She offers me the powers of Min, the Egyptian God of Fertility, in exchange to travel back in time and repopulate ancient civilizations devastated by war and famine.
I accept, but my new role comes with challenges I never expected.
How do I handle the wealth bestowed upon me for my efforts?
And what do I do with the ancient beauties who desperately want to follow me into the present?
Chapter 1 The Amulete
The wedding had been beautiful, but exhausting. As the hired photographer, I spent the day capturing perfect frames with the Great Pyramid looming in the distance. The celebration began to wind down, and golden light spilled across the sand, stretching shadows far into the evening. I packed up my camera bag, my shoulders aching from holding awkward poses and directing the couple into perfect frames. The job paid well, though, and Cairo had been a fresh start.
At twenty-six, I didn’t have much tying me down. Photography had been my ticket to freedom, a career I’d stumbled into during my skateboarding days as a teenager in LA. Back then, I’d snap pictures of tricks, bruises and sunsets over the city skyline, learning by doing. No formal training, no structured plan. Just instinct and a love for capturing the moment. It had carried me this far, and I was glad I could make a living doing something I truly enjoyed.
I slung my gear over my shoulder and stepped outside the bustling venue, which was a stark contrast to the quiet I craved.
As I walked toward the car, I shoved my hands into my pockets, glancing at the distant hills and the faint hum of Cairo. My ex’s words still echoed in my mind, “You’re never satisfied, Nathan. You’re always looking for the next beautiful thing.” Maybe she was right. I’d always been restless, always chasing something, whether it was the perfect shot or the next thrill.
Egypt had been an impulsive choice when the gig landed in my inbox. Something about the place, its age and mystery, pulled at me. After all, I’d already photographed almost everything in LA: models, surfers, car shows etc. But this ... Egypt was a different kind of beauty.
Now, I wanted more. Something authentic, something raw. Not the polished tourist spots or bustling streets of Cairo. I slid into the driver’s seat of my rented car and started the engine. As I drove away, the city gradually disappeared in my rearview mirror. I had no set destination, only a vague sense of direction toward the villages beyond.
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After an hour’s drive, I arrived at a quiet village, its edges blending into the rolling desert dunes. It was far more peaceful than the crowded, tourist-packed pyramids. With my camera bag slung over my shoulder, I was ready to snap some photos.
Near the edge of the village, where the sand started to reclaim the land, something caught my eye. A glint of gold. At first, I thought it might’ve been a piece of jewelry, maybe a dropped earring or a bracelet. But as I crouched closer, brushing away the sand with my fingers, I realized it was something else entirely.
It was an amulet, which was ornate, heavier than it looked and definitely old. It depicted a figure I vaguely recognized from books: Min, the Egyptian God of fertility, with his unmistakable erect phallus. Surrounding him were carvings of symbols and hieroglyphs I couldn’t read. It was beautiful in a way, but also strange. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t supposed to have found it and that it was so valuable, whoever lost it would definitely want it back.
I stood, dusting off my hands, and walked toward the village. My gut told me to ask someone about it.
When I held up the amulet to a group of villagers, their reaction was immediate. The chatter stopped, eyes widened, and one man backed away, muttering something in broken English. I couldn’t catch everything, but I picked up enough, “Cursed … leave it.”
“What do you mean, cursed?” I asked, glancing at the amulet. It looked harmless enough, though I couldn’t ignore the unease creeping into my chest.
An older woman shook her head, crossing her arms tightly. She said something in Arabic, but I didn’t quite understand. Luckily, she had a younger son who showed up, translating for her. “It most likely belongs to a strange yet wealthy woman living not far from here. She’s really into ancient history in general. Most of us here are not though.”
“So she’s a historian?”
“That’s what she claims but most here believe that she’s a mage not to be messed with,” he said.
Despite their warnings, none of them tried to take it from me. Instead, they pointed me toward the desert, their murmurs now about “the mage” and her dwelling just beyond the village. The son explained the way to me. “A ten-minute drive and you should be there.”
I thanked him. Curiosity won out. Maybe it was stupid, but I couldn’t just drop something like this back into the sand and pretend I hadn’t found it.
I hopped right back into the car and headed there. The villagers’ warnings replayed in my head, and I wondered who this mage or historian was. Eventually, I turned onto a private road, and her gated home came into view: a two-story house partially shielded by a canopy of palm trees. A small oasis lay within the property, its water shimmering in the sunlight.
After hopping out of the car, I rang the bell and knocked on the gate, but no one answered. “Anyone there?”
“Come in,” I heard a voice, young and sweet, yet firm.
I pushed the gate open and followed a neatly trimmed path. Authentic Egyptian art decorated the space, very different from the Islamic influences I’d seen elsewhere. It made me suspect this might be part of why the villagers disliked her. The pathway led to the oasis, where I finally spotted her.
She was sitting cross-legged on a woven mat, her eyes closed, hands resting lightly on her knees. It looked like she was meditating. A soft breeze stirred her white robe, which clung to her figure, showing off her curves and the impressive mounds of her breasts. Her dark, lustrous hair pooled around her, reaching the ground, and her olive-toned skin glowed under the sunlight. She was gorgeous, maybe close to my age.
I cleared my throat, and her eyes snapped open and locked onto mine. I held up the amulet. “I think this belongs to you.”
Her gaze shifted to the gold object in my hand, and for a moment, her calm expression faltered. Rising quickly, she walked toward me, her hips swaying. “Where did you find this?”
“Just outside the neighboring village,” I said. “Half-buried in the sand.”
She studied me carefully. “And yet you brought it to me?”
“Figured it wasn’t mine to keep,” I said honestly. “The villagers seemed pretty insistent it belonged to you.”
She took the amulet from my hand, her fingers brushing against mine. The warmth of her touch surprised me. “This is important to me. It’s more than just an amulet.”
“I could tell,” I said. “It doesn’t exactly scream ‘souvenir.’”
A smile tugged at her lips, though her eyes still searched mine. “Most men would’ve sold it or kept it out of greed. But you brought it back.”
“Didn’t feel right to do anything else.”
“You’re different.” That last sentence hung in the air. I wasn’t sure what she meant by it, but something told me I was about to find out. She extended her hand to me. “Zafara.”
“Nathan,” I said, and I gave her hand a squeeze. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, her lips thick and red from lipstick, and her dimples deepened when she smiled. Yep, she was one hundred percent pretty, and thankfully, she didn’t try to hide her beauty with a veil.
Zafara turned the amulet over in her hands, her expression calm but her eyes sharp, as if she were assessing me on a level I couldn’t quite grasp. After a moment, she looked up. “Would you like to join me for some tea?”
Her question caught me off guard. “Tea?”
“Yes,” she said with a slight smile. “It’s customary to offer hospitality to someone who’s returned something valuable. And I’d like to know more about you.”
“Sure,” I said, nodding. “Tea sounds great.”
She led me toward the shaded canopy by her terrace, where a low table sat surrounded by cushioned mats. The space was simple but welcoming. As I settled onto one of the cushions, she disappeared briefly into her home and returned with a small clay pot and two cups. The scent of mint and honey wafted up as she poured the tea.
“Thank you,” I said, taking the warm cup from her.
She took a seat across from me, her piercing gaze still steady and friendly. “So, who are you, Nathan?” she asked, resting her elbows on her knees. “You’re clearly not from here.”
“Nope. Born and raised in California,” I said, setting my cup down. “I’m a freelance photographer. Mostly gigs for weddings, events, that sort of thing.”
Her brows lifted slightly, intrigued. “Freelance? That sounds freeing.”
I chuckled. “It has its perks, sure. I get to travel, meet interesting people. And it’s given me a pretty keen eye for beautiful things.”
Her lips curved slightly at that. “Is that why you’re here? To photograph Egypt?”
“In a way,” I said, leaning back. “I came for a wedding shoot near the pyramids. But I stayed longer because I wanted to see more. The real Egypt, not just the tourist spots. That’s how I found the amulet.”
“And have you found what you were looking for?” she asked, her tone light but her curiosity genuine.
“Not yet,” I admitted, meeting her gaze. “But I think I’m getting closer.”
Her smile deepened, and she took a sip of her tea. “Do you photograph everything, or is there something you specialize in?”
“A little bit of everything, but I prefer people,” I said. “Moments, emotions, things that tell a story. I’m fascinated by faces, by what they reveal, or don’t. It’s why I love weddings, I guess. So many stories in one place.”
She tilted her head, studying me. “Do you have any of your work with you?”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling out my camera bag. “Want to see?”
She nodded and came and sat next to me, leaning forward as I scrolled through my camera, pulling up a folder of images. When I had her so close to me, I noticed her pleasant jasmine perfume. I handed it to her, watching as she began flipping through the photos. The first few were landscapes: deserts, sunsets and market streets. Then came the portraits: women in fancy dresses, laughing, dancing or lost in quiet moments. And then we had the beach photos of models. I thought maybe they would be a bit too lewd for her taste, but her smile only widened at the young beauties I’d met in the past.
“You definitely like women,” she noted.
I laughed. "Not just like. I admire them. Women are endlessly fascinating to photograph. Every glance, every curve and every movement feels like capturing a living work of art. Men just don’t have the same elegance or emotions. I’ve never enjoyed photographing them."
She set the camera down, her smile tinged with amusement. “You’re quite charming. I can see why people let you take their photos.”
“Well, I try,” I said, shrugging. “Do you want me to take one of you?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Why would I want that?”
“You might like it,” I said, meeting her gaze. “You seem like someone with a story to tell.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, though her smile remained. “Perhaps. But first, I’d like to see what kind of story you tell through your work. If I’m convinced, maybe I’ll let you.”
“Deal,” I said, grinning.
Her smile lingered as she studied me. “You’re quite confident, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “Only when I mean it.”
Zafara shifted her gaze back to the camera in her hands, flipping through a few more images. “You’re right … there is something honest about your photos. You don’t just see faces. You see stories.”
“That’s the goal,” I said. I watched her quietly for a moment before adding, “But you’re not like most people I’ve met here.”
She looked up, curious. “What do you mean?”
I paused and chose my words carefully. “I guess I didn’t expect to meet someone so ... open-minded. Or free-spirited. Back home, I had this idea that people here, especially women, might be more reserved.”
Her lips curved into a faint smile, though there was something sharper behind it. “And now?”
“Now I see I was wrong,” I admitted, gesturing toward her. “You’re unique. Not just because you’re beautiful, which you are, but because you don’t seem afraid to be yourself.”
“You’re observant. I’ll give you that.”
“I’m a photographer,” I replied, grinning. “It’s my job to notice things.”
She chuckled. “And yet, for someone who notices so much, you don’t seem to see how much you stand out yourself.”
Her words caught me off guard. I blinked, unsure how to respond. “Me? I’m just a guy with a camera.”
She shook her head slowly. “No. There’s more to you than that.”
There was something about the way she said it, steady and confident, that made me feel like she knew me better than I knew myself. Before I could find the words, she handed my camera back to me.
“Well,” she said, breaking the silence. “Since you seem so certain about your skills, I’ll give you a chance. Take my photo.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I convinced you that easily?”
“You didn’t convince me,” she said with a smirk. “I’m just curious to see what story you’ll tell.”
I couldn’t help but grin as I picked up my camera. “Fair enough. But you’ll have to sit where the light hits you best. I’m picky like that.”
“Very well, photographer. Tell me where to go.”
I stood and gestured toward a spot where the sunlight filtered through the canopy. “Sit there. And don’t pose. Just relax.”
She complied, moving to the spot I’d chosen. She sat down, cross-legged, letting her hair fall naturally over her shoulders and down her back. Locks also fell over her mounds, making her look naturally pretty. She didn’t fidget or try to position herself like most people did. She just sat still, watching me with those sharp, obsidian eyes.
“You sure you haven’t done this before?” I said playfully, raising my camera and framing the shot.
“Maybe I’m just naturally photogenic,” she replied, smirking.
“More like naturally captivating,” I muttered under my breath, but she caught it.
“Is that how you charm all your subjects?” she asked, amused.
“Only when it’s the truth,” I said, snapping the first shot. The image was perfect: the way the light kissed her face and the calm confidence in her expression. I lowered the camera slightly and said, “You really are different, you know.”
She tilted her head. “Different how?”
“I can’t explain,” I said. “Just a gut feeling.”
For the first time, her gaze became unreadable. “And here I thought you only saw beauty.”
“I see more than that,” I replied, my camera still in hand.
The air between us felt heavier now, a silence hanging there that neither of us rushed to fill. She looked away briefly, then back at me. “Are you finished?”
“Not yet,” I said, snapping one final photo. “Okay. Now I’m done.”
Zafara stood and moved toward me, her hands reaching for the camera. “Let me see.”
I handed it to her, watching as she scrolled through the images. Her expression stayed calm, but there was something thoughtful in her eyes as she studied the photos.
“You really do have a keen eye,” she said finally, looking up. “You see things others miss.”
“Thanks,” I said, feeling a strange sense of pride at her approval. “So, did I pass?”
She handed the camera back with a faint smile. “You did. I suppose you’re not as ordinary as you look.”
“Coming from you, I’ll take that as a win,” I said with a grin.
Zafara turned her gaze toward the horizon, where the sun had dipped lower, casting the desert in gold and shadows. “You’ve returned something precious to me today. I’ll remember that.”
There was something cryptic in her tone, but I didn’t press her. “You’re welcome,” I said, slipping the camera strap back over my shoulder. “So, what now?”
She gave me a smile and gestured toward the house. “Come. Let’s finish our tea. I think there’s more I want to know about you.”
I followed her back toward the shaded terrace, curiosity burning in my chest. I didn’t know what I’d walked into, but I had the sense this was just the beginning of something I couldn’t quite explain.
We chatted a little. She mentioned wanting to frame the photo I’d taken earlier, and I gladly promised to send it to her. She also asked about the women I’d dated in the past.
“There’ve been a few,” I said.
“Mind giving me more details?” she asked, taking another sip. “I’m a bit curious about you if you haven’t noticed already.”
“I’ve noticed,” I replied, smirking slightly. I was curious about her, too, like why was she out here alone, wearing colorful robes instead of a veil? I shared a few stories about my past relationships. Most of them started at the beach or through photography gigs.
Her interest grew when I admitted I’d dated several women at the same time.
“I can see why,” she said, her smile widening.
“I want more, though,” I said honestly. “That’s part of the reason I’ve been thinking about putting photography aside. Maybe start a business.”
“You’re good at what you do, though,” she replied.
“Business means more money. And more money means more honey. That’s all.”
“I gotcha,” she said with a knowing look. “Do you mind going out for a walk after you finish your tea?”
“Not at all,” I said.
We quickly finished the tea. As the sun dipped lower, its golden glow washing over the desert, Zafara stood, brushing the sand off her robes. “Come,” she said. “The light’s too beautiful to waste indoors.”
I followed her lead, curious and eager to stretch my legs. She guided me outside where the green abruptly gave way to open sands. Beyond the trees, I spotted what looked like the remnants of stone ruins, time-worn and partially buried, like a forgotten story no one had cared to finish.
“Do you just enjoy having ancient ruins in your backyard?”
Zafara smiled, her hair fluttering in the light breeze. “You could say I have an affinity for places with history. They speak to me.”
“Places speak to you?”
She glanced at me sideways. “If you learn to listen, you’d be surprised what they have to say.”
I shoved my hands into my pockets. “Sounds like something you’d hear in a fortune cookie.”
She laughed. “And yet, you’re here, far from home, searching for something you can’t name. Perhaps you’re listening too, without realizing it.”
Her words hit closer to home than I realized. I didn’t respond, just took in our surroundings instead. The ruins were simple but outstanding: faded carvings etched into stone slabs, pieces of columns standing stubbornly against time. I crouched to study one of the carvings: a man with his arms raised toward the sky, surrounded by strange symbols I couldn’t place.
“What does it mean?” I asked.
Zafara stepped beside me. “It’s a prayer,” she said in a low voice. “A plea for something greater: fertility, life and protection. They believed the gods could answer if they were worthy.”
“And did they?” I asked.
“Sometimes,” she said cryptically. “But belief is often more powerful than answers.”
I rose to my feet, dusting my hands off. “You talk like you’ve spent your whole life studying this stuff.”
“In a way, I have,” she replied, leading us further toward a ridge. “History holds truths most people prefer to forget. It has patience, though. It waits.”
“That’s deep,” I muttered. “You sound like you were there when this was written.”
Zafara paused, her back to me as she looked out over the horizon. “Time doesn’t work the same for everyone.”
I blinked, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She turned her head slightly, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. “You’ll see.”
Before I could ask what she meant, the wind picked up, carrying the coolness of approaching night. The ruins stretched behind us, quiet and forgotten, while the horizon turned fiery orange before fading into deep blue.
The desert was cool by the time we reached the ridge. The soft crunch of sand underfoot filled the quiet, broken only by the occasional rustle of the breeze. Above us, the stars start dotting the sky, clear and sharp against the dark sky. I wondered how many we could’ve seen if it hadn’t been for the light pollution.
“There should be more stars up there,” I said, tilting my head back.
Zafara smiled faintly. “They were everything to the ancients,” she said. “Each star was part of a story, a guide for those who knew how to read them.”
“You know the stories?” I asked, glancing at her.
“Most of them,” she said, looking up. “See that group there?” She pointed to a cluster of stars to the south. I followed her gaze. “The Egyptians saw it as the constellation of Osiris, the god of rebirth and the afterlife.”
“What about that one?”
“That’s Sopdet, Sirius. When it appeared, it meant the Nile would flood, bringing life back to the land.”
“Sounds like a reliable calendar.”
“It was,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips. “The sky was more than just a view. It connected them to the gods, to each other and the cycles of life.”
I turned to her, curious. “Again, you talk about it like you were there.”
Her smile deepened, and she looked at me out of the corner of her eye. “Maybe I was.”
I laughed. “You’re a hard one to figure out, you know that?”
“That’s intentional,” she replied with a teasing edge. She started walking again, and I followed, our pace slow as we made our way along the ridge.
After a moment, I asked, “You’re obviously into this, Egypt, the history, the gods and all that. What made you want to live out here, though? Away from everyone?”
She slowed her steps, looking ahead. “Out here, there’s peace. I don’t need noise or crowds. This is where I belong.”
“Doesn’t it get lonely?”
She turned her head to me. “Loneliness is different from solitude. Solitude gives you space to think, to learn. It doesn’t bother me like loneliness.”
I followed, watching the way her long, dark hair swayed behind her. For someone so reserved, there was something mesmerizing about her, like she was holding back pieces of herself on purpose. “As a single woman, don’t men hit on you a lot?”
She chuckled. “It happens. But when I’m in the cities, I usually cover up. If they got to know me, though, they’d be frightened by my beliefs. We wouldn’t be compatible anyway.”
I searched for something to say, something that would bridge the gap between us. I wanted us to be compatible. To me, she was still wearing a veil, only this one was made of cryptic words and half-smiles.
“Come on,” she said, starting back toward her house. “It’s getting late.”
I followed, still thinking about her words and about the strange way she seemed to speak both in riddles and truths. I didn’t know what Zafara’s deal was, but I had a feeling I hadn’t seen the full picture yet.
And, for some reason, I couldn’t wait to find out.
After the walk, Zafara invited me to stay for dinner. “I have some fresh fish,” she said, her tone feminine and demure. “If you’re not in a hurry, that is.”
I wasn’t about to turn her down. “I’d love to stay,” I replied, watching as her lips curved into a smile. There was something about her that drew me in. She didn’t feel like anyone I’d met before.
Inside, her kitchen was small but practical. The smell of sizzling fish soon filled the air. I waited outside. Even if it was late in the evening, it was still warm and comfortable outside. She set the table and then plated the fried fish with a side of lentils, bread and lemon, setting the dishes on the low table.
I took a bite. The fish was perfectly cooked: flaky tender, and just the right amount of spice. “This is amazing,” I admitted.
“You’re easy to please,” she said, sitting across from me.
We ate, talking about small things, how I stumbled onto photography, the places I’d visited, and even my chaotic skateboarding days back in LA. I watched her as she listened. She was attractive, her hair catching the candlelight, her laughter coming easily when I told her about my failed tricks and bruises.
“So you chase beauty wherever you go?” she asked, taking a sip of water.
“Pretty much,” I said with a shrug. “I guess that’s why I stayed here longer. Egypt has more beauty than I know what to do with.”
She tilted her head slightly. “You really think so?”
I nodded. “I mean, look at you, living in a house like this, surrounded by history and nature. It’s different from anything I’ve known.”
Her eyes lingered on me for a moment, searching. “There’s more to this place than you realize,” she said quietly. “And more to me.”
Something about her tone made me pause. I set my fork down and leaned back. “What do you mean by that?”
“A moment.” Zafara stood and entered her home. She returned with the Amulet of Min and took a seat. It gleamed under the flickering candlelight as she held it out, her fingers carefully tracing its edge.
“This amulet isn’t just gold, Nathan. It’s a key. A connection to something ancient and powerful.”
I looked at the amulet, then at her. “Okay,” I said, searching her gaze. “What are you saying?”
She met my eyes, her expression steady. “I’m a mage, Nathan. I specialize in time travel and sensuality, but my skills and knowledge go beyond that.”
For a second, I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. “A … mage?”
“Yes,” she said calmly. “It’s not something I tell people, but I trust you. I travel through time, guided by magic and purpose.”
I stared at her, unsure if she was joking or serious. “You’re telling me you can … time travel?”
She nodded, her expression unwavering. “The amulet chose you for a reason. It’s tied to Min … The god of fertility. I believe you’re meant to carry his power.”
I laughed nervously, scratching the back of my neck. “That’s … insane. You’re serious?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t,” she replied. “I can show you proof tomorrow. But you need to understand what I’m offering you. It’s not just power. It’s responsibility.”
“Responsibility?” I asked, still trying to process everything.
“Min’s powers are tied to life itself,” she said. “Healing, fertility and protection. It’s not a power to be taken lightly. And it’s rare to find someone worthy of it.”
I ran a hand through my hair, letting her words sink in. “Why me?”
Her eyes warmed. “Because you’re different. You didn’t keep the amulet. You brought it back to me. Just what I told you earlier, most men would’ve sold it or kept it for themselves, but you didn’t. Then, it’s all the women you’ve loved, the way you appreciate femininity and hunger for adventure. I need a man with a high libido and virility. You check all the boxes.”
I exhaled slowly, my mind spinning. The idea of time travel, gods and powers sounded ridiculous, but something about her made me hesitate. Zafara wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met. And the amulet … I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was important, that it had found me for a reason.
“You don’t have to decide now,” she said, her voice gentle and sympathetic. “Rest. Tomorrow, I’ll show you what’s possible.”
I looked at her, at the way the candlelight danced in her dark eyes. Despite everything I’d heard, there was no trickery or malice in her expression, just sincerity.
“Okay,” I said finally. “So, I suppose I can crash here?”
“That’s right,” she said. “As long as you’re comfortable.”
“I’ll stay.”
After dinner, Zafara was sweet enough to take the dishes and prepare the guest bedroom for me. The room was luxurious: spotless, with beautiful tapestries hanging on the walls. The bed had silky sheets, and I was surprised to feel the cool hum of an AC unit.
“Thank you,” I said as she laid out some towels for me in case I needed to use the bathroom.
“You’re welcome,” she replied in her sweet voice. “I usually go to bed early but don’t hesitate to wake me if you need anything. My room is just next to yours.”
“Got it. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” I assured her.
“Sweet dreams,” she said, pausing at the door. “And try not to overthink things tonight. It’ll only keep you awake.”
“I’ll try to take your advice,” I said with a smile.
Chapter 2 The Miracle
I slowly opened my eyes. It didn’t take long for me to wake up; I felt excited to start the day and get more answers from Zafara. I quickly pulled on my clothes as the morning sunlight filtered through the window.
I headed downstairs and found her already waiting with breakfast laid out, a plate of freshly baked bread, olive oil and honey.
“You’re an early bird, huh?” I said, my voice still groggy.
“Mostly,” she replied with a smile. “Sleep well?”
“Fantastic,” I said. I took a seat, and she nudged the basket to me.
“Thank you,” I said, reaching for a piece of bread and dipping it into the oil.
“You’re welcome.”
“Freshly baked?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Are you as good a mage as you are a cook?” I flirted.
She chuckled. “You’ll find out … if you want to.”
I looked into her eyes, enchanted by their deep, obsidian color. “I’m pretty sure that I do.”
“Good,” she said, though her tone was thoughtful. “After your reaction last night, I wasn’t sure. I have my flaws too. Maybe I should’ve waited another day to tell you.”
“Nah, that was the right moment,” I assured her.
“If you say so,” she said, relaxing into a smile.
“Where are you originally from?” I asked.
“Egypt,” she said. “I come from a Christian Coptic family.”
“How did you become a mage, then?”
“Through practice and belief,” she replied simply.
“Fair enough,” I said, taking another bite.
“How do you succeed at anything?” she asked, leaning forward slightly. “How did you become a good photographer, or, let’s say, a womanizer? Through practice, right?”
I scoffed lightly. “I get your point, but I wouldn’t call myself that.”
“Judging by all your relationships, I’d say otherwise,” she said with a smirk, biting into her bread.
“Alright, you win,” I admitted. I ate a little faster than usual, and she noticed.
“Why the haste?” she asked. “Let’s take our time.”
“I’m curious, after everything you’ve told me, I want to know more.”
“I see,” she said, her smile growing. “I’ll tell you soon enough.”
We ate and chatted about various topics until we were finished. After clearing the table, she sat down beside me.
“Well, you already know I’m a mage,” she began, her tone shifting to something more serious. “I’ve interacted with many ancient kingdoms and their kings. Have you heard of the Oracle of Delphi from ancient Greece or Oracle of Amun from ancient Egypt?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“That’s why mages like me are often sought out,” she explained. “Kings want to foresee the future to deal with difficult decisions. They’re willing to pay ounces of gold. But do you know what’s in even higher demand?”
I shook my head. “What?”
“Repopulation,” she said.
“Repopulation?” I echoed, frowning. “What, are their kings impotent or something?”
She laughed. “Some are. Stress can do that to a man. But during wars, they lose a lot of men, and kingdoms are left with an imbalance. I’ve been asked many times to bring a fertility god with me to fix that problem.”
I blinked, starting to piece it together. She gently rested her hand on my thigh, the touch warm and deliberate. “I’m guessing this is where I come in.”
“You’re catching on,” she said, meeting my gaze. “You told me you wanted to start a business, didn’t you? I see more in you than just taking photos. You can earn more gold and jewelry than you could ever dream of.”
She paused, letting me absorb the weight of her words.
“You want me to time travel with you,” I said slowly, “and … impregnate women in these kingdoms?”
“Exactly,” she said, her voice steady. “And you’ll be paid … handsomely. More than you can imagine.”
The proposal caught me a bit off guard again. This felt too good to be true. “So, an unlimited amount of women and sex?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding slowly.
“And I get paid on top of it?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding again, but this time with a giggle.
I met her gaze. “What’s the catch?”
She giggled again, the sound almost like birdsong. “There really isn’t a catch. I’ll transfer Min’s power to you, and a part of his spirit will reside within you. It will bring some permanent changes, and powers so vast that I’ll have to explain them to you gradually.”
“What’s first on the list, though?” I asked.
“The most important one. Recovering from an orgasm so you can summon erections.”
She said that with a straight face, but now it was my turn to chuckle. “Man, this just feels more and more surreal.”
“I get that,” she said, her tone understanding. “I don’t judge you. That's why I said we can take our time.”
I tilted my head. “Can you show me something? A miracle, or whatever you call it?”
Zafara smiled. "Very well. I'll show you a small demonstration of my powers." She stood and gestured for me to follow her outside.
We walked a short distance from the house, stopping near a withered, dead-looking tree. Zafara placed her hand on the trunk and closed her eyes. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, I watched in amazement as green leaves began sprouting from the bare branches. Within seconds, the tree was lush and vibrant, as if spring had arrived in an instant.
My jaw dropped. "How ... how did you do that?"
"Magic," Zafara said simply. "Life energy. The same power that Min's amulet can grant you, though focused differently."
I reached out to touch one of the fresh leaves, half expecting it to dissolve under my fingers. But it was real, supple and alive. "This is incredible," I murmured.
Zafara nodded. "It's just a fraction of what's possible when it comes to magic and spirituality, but the amulet's power is tied specifically to fertility and virility. In the right hands, it can restore life on a much grander scale."
I turned to face her, my mind reeling. "And you think I'm the right person for this?"
“I do,” she said with a hand over heart.
I nodded, letting her demonstration sink in.
“Do you have an answer? Do you accept the powers of Min, and do you accept the job offer to travel with me through time?”
I’d seen her miracle now, and I had no reason to doubt her. She wasn’t a charlatan or a crazy woman. Everything about her seemed genuine, no matter how surreal it all felt. “I do. I accept the powers of Min, and I want to come with you.”
Her face lit up with a smile as she opened her arms. I stepped forward and embraced her. Holding her felt natural as if her warmth was meant for me. After a moment, she pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes sparkling.
“Good,” she said. “We have a lot to do before I can pass the powers to you.” Her tone was light, but there was a firmness underneath, as though she was already planning the next steps.
“Like what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“For starters, you can’t wear that where we’re going.” She gestured at my t-shirt and jeans with a smirk. “Modern clothes don’t exactly blend in with ancient Egypt. People will think you’ve been sent by Ra himself, or worse, that you’re a madman.”
“Won’t I look out of place anyway?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty sure blonde hair and blue eyes weren’t exactly common back then.”
“You’re not wrong,” Zafara said with a slight smile. “You’ll stand out, but we can try to blend you in as much as possible, don’t you think?”
“Fair point. So, what’s the plan?”
“We’re going to the marketplace to get you something more ... traditional,” she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. “You’ll need proper Ancient Egyptian clothing for where we’re headed.”
I didn’t argue. I’d already decided to abandon all logic the moment I shook her hand yesterday.
“Lead the way,” I said.
She offered a shrug. “I do have a license, but I’d rather not drive for now. That’s on you.”
“Works for me,” I said, heading for my car. “Let’s go.”
*****
It didn’t take us long to get the traditional Egyptian clothes. Now, the evening sun hung low on the horizon, casting everything in warm gold. A cool breeze swept across the water, rippling its surface. We’d just finished eating, and she was now on her way to show me something.
“Nathan, come,” she said, gesturing for me to follow her toward the edge of the oasis.
We stopped where the water lapped at the sand. Zafara turned to face me, her eyes fixed on mine, searching. “You’ve agreed to take on this power, Nathan. You trust me, and I trust you. But there’s more you need to see, more you need to understand, before I pass it on to you.”
Her voice faded, but the weight of it remained. I shifted my weight, curiosity and a touch of unease prickling at me. “What do you mean?”
“Sit,” she said, lowering herself onto the sand. I followed suit, sitting cross-legged as she mirrored the position. The light of the setting sun glinted off the amulet of Min, which she held gently in her lap.
“I’m going to show you something,” Zafara said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you to trust me fully. Don’t fight what you see, no matter how strange it feels.”
“Alright,” I said, though I couldn’t ignore the flutter of nerves in my chest.
Zafara closed her eyes and murmured something in a language I didn’t recognize. Her voice was warm but steady, the words flowing like water. A faint warmth built in the air between us, and the amulet in her hands began to glow softly. The light grew stronger, casting golden reflections across the water’s surface until the entire oasis seemed bathed in an otherworldly light.
Suddenly, the world around me shifted.
The oasis fell away, replaced by flashes, visions so vivid they felt real.
I saw cities rising from barren land, grand and bustling with life. Crops flourished in fields that had once been dust. People gathered, celebrating under the shadow of great temples, their faces glowing with gratitude. Statues of Min loomed high above them, and I heard chants of worship echoing in the air.
Then the images changed. Flashes of devastation. Fields burned, rivers dried and kingdoms fell silent. The contrast struck me deep in my chest. These were places left barren, hopeless, until something, or someone, changed it.
In the next vision, a figure stood at the center of it all. Faceless but familiar. He raised his hands, and life returned. Fields greened, rivers flowed, and families celebrated as children were born. The weight of what I was seeing hit me all at once.
The visions vanished as quickly as they’d come, leaving me staring at the oasis again, the glow of the amulet fading.
My heart pounded as I looked at Zafara, who watched me quietly. She didn’t say a word, waiting for me to speak.
“That ... that was real?” I asked, my voice hoarse. It was the second miracle she’d shown me, and I was blown away by her powers.
“Yes,” she replied. “Those were echoes of what Min’s power has accomplished, and what it still can.”
I stared at her, processing what I’d seen. “And the figure ... was that supposed to be me?”
She nodded. “It’s why I chose you, Nathan. You have the strength, the vision, and the respect for life that this power requires. But it’s not something to take lightly. You’re not just taking on the power of a god. You’re taking on a responsibility to save what others have lost.”
“How exactly does time travel work?” I asked her. “Will time pass while we’re gone?”
She shook her head. “No. When we go back in time, the present will freeze, and you’ll remain unaged until you return.”
“Fascinating,” I said. “Do we travel through a portal?”
“We will,” she replied. “But not yet. First, I need to pass the powers on to you. Then, I have to teach you the fundamentals.” She cleared her throat as if preparing to share something profound. “We’ll be heading to the era of the New Kingdom, during the reign of Ramses the Second, or also known as, Ramses the Great. He just fought the Hittites in what’s known as the Battle of Kadesh. It’s famous for being the first written peace treaty.”
“I’ve heard of it,” I said and recalled what little of Egypt’s history I knew of.
“You’ll learn more,” she assured me. “But let’s take one step at a time. Ramses will test you. I’ve been in contact with him before, and he’s tried reaching out to me now and then through an oracle. He’ll also be suspicious because of your foreign appearance, so you must be prepared before we arrive.”
“I already have the clothes, so I’m halfway there.”
She chuckled. “Yes, but first, I need to transfer the power to you. And you should know, it will bring changes to you. Positive changes.”
“I’m aware of that now,” I said. “I’ve made my decision.”
“And you’re willing to trust me fully?”
“I already do,” I said, meeting her gaze.
Her lips curved into a smile. “I can see that,” she said. “I want you to sit here and relax while I prepare the living room. The process is intense, and it will knock you out for a day or two.”
“That’s fine,” I said. “I was supposed to fly back home the day after tomorrow, but there’s another place I’d rather go now.”
“I love your positive mindset,” she said. “You’re definitely the right man.” She stood, and my eyes instinctively followed the sensual sway of her hips. When she turned around and caught me looking, I froze.
She giggled. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But please, relax. We’ll have time for ourselves once this is done.”
“All right,” I said. I didn’t blush. I couldn’t help myself. She was a beauty.
I waited by the oasis as Zafara went inside. After a short while, Zafara returned, the amulet of Min gleaming in her hands. Her expression was serene but focused.
"It's time," she said, gesturing for me to follow her inside.
She had rearranged the living room. The furniture was pushed back, leaving an open space in the center. Symbols were drawn on the floor in what looked like black ink, forming a circle. Candles flickered around the edges, throwing flickering shapes onto the walls.
I raised an eyebrow. "This looks intense."
"Transferring the power of a deity isn't exactly a casual affair," Zafara replied with a smile. She pointed to the center of the circle. "Sit there, cross-legged. And remove your tunic."
I complied, pulling my tunic over my head and taking a seat in the middle of the symbols. Zafara knelt in front of me, the amulet dangling from her fingers.
"Close your eyes," she instructed. "Breathe till you’re calm and have rinsed your mind of compulsion. You want to be in a state of relaxation.”
I closed my eyes and took deep, measured breaths.
"Good," Zafara said, barely above a whisper. "You're ready. Now, I need you to undress completely and lie down in the center of the circle."
I removed the rest of my clothes, letting them fall to the floor outside the circle of symbols. “Nice,” she said, her eyes sweeping over me. “But prepare for something bigger when this is done.”
I just smiled. I lowered myself onto my back in the center of the intricate designs. I gazed up at the ceiling, watching the shadows from the candles dance across its surface.
Zafara began to chant, her voice melodic and hypnotic. The words were in a language I didn't recognize. Maybe in ancient Egyptian or something even older. As she chanted, she held the amulet of Min above me, moving it in slow circles.
As I drifted off, vivid images filled my mind. I saw the god Min towering before me, and atop his head sat a white crown adorned with two ostrich feathers. But what drew my gaze was his enormous, erect phallus.
In my dream state, I felt myself walking toward Min. As I approached, his form seemed to shimmer and expand. Suddenly, I was no longer walking toward him, but merging with him. I felt myself growing taller, stronger and more vital. Energy coursed through my body.
The dreamscape shifted. I found myself striding across lush, fertile land. Crops sprang up in my footsteps, and rivers flowed where there had been only dry earth. All around me, I saw women, hundreds of them, perhaps thousands. They knelt as I passed, arms outstretched in supplication and awe. Their eyes were filled with desire and reverence.
I felt Min's raw power flowing through me, the ability to bring life and to make barren things bloom. It was intoxicating. In my dream, I reached out to the women, feeling their warmth, softness, and fertility. I knew that with my phallus, I could fill their wombs with new life.
The chanting grew louder, the images more intense. I was lost in a sea of sensation. Power, lust and vitality. Then, gradually, everything began to fade. The last thing I remembered was Zafara's voice, whispering, "Sleep now. When you wake, you will be reborn."
Then darkness claimed me, and I knew no more.
Chapter 3 The Powers of Fertility
I awoke slowly, my head spinning. Sunlight streamed through the windows. Every sensation felt heightened, like the brush of linen sheets against my skin and the scent of incense lingering in the air.
"Welcome back," Zafara said. She appeared at my side, a clay cup in her hands. "Drink this. It will help clear your head."
I slowly sat up, reached for the cup and took a sip. I gave it back to her and rubbed my eyes. I was still in her living room, and it was currently day. “Why do I feel the same yet so much different?”
“I’ll wait till your eyes adjust, and you’ll see why.”
As I slowly started waking up, I realized I had a morning glory, and that Zafara’s cheeks were slightly rosy. I glanced down and was shocked. My manhood stood proudly erect, larger than I remembered by a significant margin. It throbbed with vitality as if infused with divine energy. I couldn’t explain it. It was like when you were really turned on without the discomfort of blue balls. It was powerful.
"Holy shit," I said, not just because of the size but the powerful sensation. I tried to curl my hand around the shaft, which I couldn’t. Then I studied my balls, which were like two tangerines, and they had this healthy beige color with minimal wrinkles.
Zafara's lips curved in a knowing smile. She gently stroked my thigh, smiling. "The power of Min flows through you now. Your body has been reshaped to channel it."
I ran a hand through my hair, surprised to find it thicker and fuller. Even my height seemed different since the room felt smaller somehow.
"This is astonishing," I said, still marveling at the changes. "I feel ... I don't even know how to describe it."
"Powerful," Zafara said, her hand moving closer to my erection. "Virile. Ready to bring life where there was none."
I nodded, feeling the truth of her words resonating through me. There was an energy thrumming beneath my skin, a vitality I'd never experienced before.
"So what happens now?" I asked, finally tearing my gaze away from my transformed body to meet Zafara's eyes. She looked horny as if she wanted me more than anything else.
"Now, before we step into the past, I’ll teach you to wield the fundamentals of Min’s power."
I nodded, suddenly eager to begin this new chapter of my life. Whatever challenges lay ahead, I felt ready to face them. The power of a god flowed through my veins, and with Zafara as my guide, I knew I could accomplish wonders.
"I'm ready," I said, rising. Then I truly noticed my height. “Am I taller?”
“A couple of inches, yes,” she said. “In antiquity, this will be equivalent to a giant.”
“Yeah, no shit,” I said.
She took my hand, giving it a squeeze as she led me outside. She’d prepared a canopy bed outside with white sheets and curtains. She turned around to face me, and then she started undressing. I didn’t expect her to undress that quickly. “You aren’t the only one excited.”
My eyes widened as she slowly revealed her gorgeous body to me. As her robe fell away, I took in the sight of her nude form. Her olive skin glowed in the sunlight, smooth and flawless. But her breasts seized my attention. They were full and perfectly shaped with dark nipples standing erect. I had never seen such a well-endowed woman in my life. My gaze traveled down her toned stomach to the triangle of trimmed hair between her thighs, and wet, glistening lines of arousal adorned the insides of her legs, and then it was her long, lustrous hair, reaching the bottom of her ass cheeks. She was absolutely stunning.
"You're gorgeous," I said, unable to tear my eyes away.
Zafara smiled, a playful light in her eyes. "Thank you. But remember, this isn't just for pleasure. We need to test your new abilities."
She sat on the edge of the canopy bed. "Come," she said, beckoning me with a finger. "Let's see what you can do."
I approached the bed, my manhood throbbing with an energy I’d never felt before. Before I had a chance to sit down, she wrapped her soft hands around me, stroking me a little. “Nice,” she said in a low voice.
I ran my fingers through her hair and gently reached for her boob. She looked up at me, and as I climbed onto the sheets, Zafara's hands reached for me, pulling me close.
"Kiss me," she whispered.
“I had no plans not to.”
I leaned down, pressing my lips to hers. The moment we connected, it was like a surge of electricity passed between us. I felt my power flare, and suddenly I could sense every inch of her body, her quickening pulse, the heat of her skin and the wetness growing between her thighs.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hands roamed her body. Every touch felt magical, sending sparks of pleasure through us both. Zafara arched into me, her breasts pressing against my chest, making me feel her erect nipples.
"I need you," she said against my lips.
I didn't need to be told twice. I rolled her over and rubbed my thumb over her dripping pussy. “You sure I won’t hurt you?”
She giggled. “Just push it in.”
She sounded desperate. I didn’t think she was sincere earlier when she said, “This isn’t just for pleasure.”
I rubbed the head against her lips, and I slipped the crown inside. I slowly pushed into her welcoming heat. The sensation was tight, wet and pulsing with life. As I sank deeper, I marveled over how she took it. I stretched her, and she was tight and snug against me.
I began to fuck her, which felt amazing with my enhanced manhood. Zafara moaned out in pleasure, her nails raking down my back. My stamina seemed limitless as I drove into her again and again.
"Oh Nathan," Zafara moaned. "You feel so good."
I picked up the pace, feeling my climax building. I was so horny that I didn’t try to delay anything. When it hit, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me as I spilled inside her. I felt my seed, potent and charged with divine energy, flooding her womb.
As the aftershocks subsided, I slowly pulled out my seeping erection, and my seed glistened like pearls. I was speechless as I saw more cum trickling out from her pussy. “How much is there?”
She giggled. “Much more than usual since your balls are bigger.”
“Right,” I said. I collapsed beside her, panting. She cuddled up to me, draping her arm over my chest. “That was also about pleasure, wasn’t it?”
“You’re right,” she said. “Because I find you very attractive, but I’ll also teach you something on the side.”
“And what’s that?”
“No pillow talk, eh?”
“Fine,” I said, chuckling. “I thought I would hurt you because of the size.”
“That’s nonsense,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “As long as a woman is wet and aroused, taking a well-endowed man isn’t an issue. And because of your virility, you’ll make any woman wet.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “Even those struggling with libido.”
“That’s amazing.”
“That’s not the best or most important part … The fundamentals I have to teach you before we leave.”
I turned to her, and her eyes were still swimming with love and lust, even after a good fucking. “What’s that?”
“It’s to summon erections, replenishing your seed and lust. With this power, you can recover within seconds and have sex again as if you never orgasmed to begin with.”
My mouth opened. “For real?”
She nodded, gently cupping my face. “You’ll see it with your own eyes.”
“Teach me.”
She giggled. Zafara sat up, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. "The power of Min flows through you now. To summon it, you need to focus your mind and channel that energy."
She placed her hand on my chest, right over my heart. "Close your eyes. Feel the power pulsing within you. It's like a wellspring of vitality, waiting to be tapped."
I did as she instructed, closing my eyes and focusing inward. At first, I felt nothing unusual. But as I concentrated, I began to sense something, a warm, tingling energy coursing through my veins.
"That's it," Zafara murmured. "Now, direct that energy downward. Visualize it flowing into your manhood."
I focused on channeling the energy, imagining it pooling in my groin. To my amazement, I felt my member beginning to stir and swell.
"Open your eyes," Zafara said in a low voice.
I looked down to see my manhood fully erect again as if I hadn't just climaxed moments ago. It throbbed with renewed vigor.
"Wow," I said in awe.
Zafara smiled. "That's just the beginning. With practice, you'll be able to do this instantly, without even thinking about it. Your stamina and virility will be limitless." She reached out to stroke me gently. "Shall we test it out?"
And we did. We ended up fucking like rabbits. Our lovemaking seemed to stretch on endlessly, each climax more intense than the last. Zafara's body glistened with sweat as she moved on top of me, her breasts bouncing hypnotically. I marveled at my newfound stamina and sensitivity, every touch and every movement felt magnified tenfold.
After I’d filled her pussy with cum, Zafara had to pause for a minute or two to let it trickle out from her, while I easily summoned another erection. Once it was time to fuck again, it was like I’d never orgasmed to begin with. I started with fresh energy, giving it to her harder and harder.
When I erupted inside her, it was like a dam breaking. Wave after wave of pleasure and vitality flowed from me into her warm vagina.
For a long moment, we lay entangled, basking in the afterglow. I stroked Zafara's back gently, marveling at how alive and energized I felt despite our marathon lovemaking session.
Finally, Zafara lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. "You're a quick learner," she said with a satisfied smile. "How do you feel?"
"Like a God," I replied honestly. "Like I could go another ten rounds."
“You will when we get to Egypt, and you have to impregnate many more women.”
“I can’t wait.”
We snuggled, and I held onto her dearly. What a beautiful woman.
*****
The night air carried a weight as I sat on the terrace, staring at the empty plate in front of me. Dinner had been simple and quiet, yet my mind was buzzing with the promise of what came next. I leaned back in my chair, trying to calm my nerves. Traveling through time wasn’t exactly something I’d ever thought I’d do, let alone with a woman like Zafara.
The sex had been wonderful, and the power that I’d recently discovered was mind-boggling. Even after making love to Zafara for hours straight, I still craved more. She was currently changing into traditional Egyptian clothes, and I patiently waited for her.
I heard the creak of a door, and when I turned, there she was. Zafara stepped out, dressed in a white linen gown that flowed down to her ankles. A gold belt wrapped around her waist, and thick bracelets adorned her wrists. Her eyes were lined with kohl, her lips painted a deep red. The way she looked … it was like she’d stepped out of a history book, yet there was nothing dated about her presence.
“I like it when you’re staring at me,” she said with a grin, adjusting an amulet that rested against her chest.
“Because you look beautiful,” I said.
“Then you’ll love Egyptian women. This is how they dressed in the New Kingdom,” she explained, brushing a hand over the pleats in her dress. “We need to blend in.”
I looked down at my own tunic and kilt, and then I ran my fingers through my thick, blonde hair. “Do I pass?”
She tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over me. “You’ll do just fine,” she said with a smile.
“What about the language?” I asked her.
“You’ll learn it when we travel through time. It’s an automatic process.”
“Huh, cool,” I said. “And reading?”
“That you have to learn, if you have the patience for it.”
I chuckled nervously. “I’m not sure about that. One alphabet is plenty.”
“And before you leave,” she said, turning to me, “I need you to focus.”
“On what?” I asked, unsure of what she meant.
“Your home,” she replied, stepping closer. “The place you feel most connected to at this time. Close your eyes and think deeply about it. Picture every detail.”
I hesitated but eventually nodded, closing my eyes. My mind drifted to my apartment in Southern California, the sound of the ocean outside my window and the view of the sea from my tiny balcony. I pictured my bedroom: the bed with its mismatched sheets, the surfboard propped against the wall, and my cluttered desk, piled high with camera gear and magazines.
“Good,” Zafara said, her voice warm but confident. “I can see it. An apartment complex by the ocean, with a sea breeze coming through the window.”
“Wait, you can see it?” I opened my eyes, startled.
She smirked. “It’s part of the magic. Your thoughts guide me.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Did you also see the pile of laundry I forgot to do?”
“Let’s hope not,” she said with a teasing smile.
She reached for my camera bag, slipping my phone inside. “This will act as our anchor,” she explained. “It’s something modern and personal to you, tied to your life here. The portal will use it to guide us to your apartment. Without it, we could end up somewhere else.”
“Somewhere else?” I asked, the uncertainty in my voice betraying my attempt to stay calm.
“Relax,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s not as risky as it sounds. This is just extra insurance to make sure we land exactly where we need to.”
I exhaled slowly, trying to relax.
“Now, are you ready?”
I nodded, though my stomach flipped at the thought of what was about to happen. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
I stood up and Zafara walked to the edge of the oasis and raised her hand, the amulet glinting faintly in the moonlight. She began to chant. I didn’t recognize the language, but there was something rhythmic about it, like the words were pulling the air around us into motion.
A shimmer appeared in front of her. At first, it looked like a ripple in the air, but it quickly grew into a swirling circle of light. The portal wasn’t huge, just big enough for two people, but it pulsed with energy, making the hairs on my arms stand on end.
She turned to me, her expression calm. “This is it.”
I swallowed hard. “What’s it going to feel like?”
“Like a very deep dream,” she said, stepping closer. “You’ll see flashes, images, memories, sensations, but I’ll be there with you the whole time. You’ll be fine.”
Despite her reassurances, my heart raced. “And if something goes wrong?”
“Nothing will go wrong.” She reached out, her hand brushing mine. Zafara must have noticed my nerves because her expression relaxed. She stepped closer, her free hand resting lightly against my cheek.
“It’s safe, Nathan … I wouldn’t ask you to do this if it wasn’t.”
I nodded again, but the lump in my throat didn’t ease. “I trust you.”
Her lips curled into a smile, and before I could say another word, she leaned in. Her lips pressed against mine, firm but tender, pulling me into a kiss that was anything but casual. Her hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me steady as her kiss deepened, filled with something more than reassurance. It was grounding like she was anchoring me to her at that moment.
I let out a breath and kissed her back. My free hand found her waist, pulling her closer. The warmth of her body and the scent of jasmine lingering in her hair made the swirling portal behind her feel less intimidating, even if only for a second.
When she finally pulled away, her lips were slightly parted, her gaze holding mine. “Better?” she asked, her voice low.
“Yeah,” I said, my heartbeat finally starting to slow. “A lot better.”
Her fingers lingered at the nape of my neck before she stepped back, intertwining her hand with mine again. “Good. Now let’s go. The past is waiting.”
Her hand tightened around mine, and together we stepped toward the portal. The moment we passed through, everything shifted. The terrace, the stars, the cool night air, it all dissolved into a rush of light and sound. I held onto Zafara’s hand like it was the only real thing left, and in that moment, it was.