Granted Power_(1)

Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could feel the rising warmth travel slowly up his body until, irritatingly, it reached his face, forcing him to open his eyes.

He sighed. His alarm clock to the right indicated 04:30, way too early to be getting up.

“Wait…what” It was four thirty in the morning, why was the sun up?

He quickly climbed from his bed and crossed to the window. The sun was literally up, right in the sky, which shouldn’t make any sense at all because he’d literally just felt it cross across his body. But even weirder than the sun, was the fact that his garden was not outside his window.

In fact, there was no garden whatsoever. No grass, no shed, no items laying around like the barbeque or bicycles, just flat orange dusty ground. Much like you see in adverts on t.v where countries are experiencing extreme drought, the ground was dry.

“What the fuck, what is this”

Rubbing his eyes repeatedly did nothing, his vision didn’t change. Outside seemed like a dry desert, a huge expanse of nothingness that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to take over as he crossed to his bedroom door on the opposite side, opening it only to find a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to shake now, Aaron forced himself to calm down. Taking five minutes like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you’ve woken up to find you’re in the middle of a desert trapped in your own bedroom, normal methods don’t work so well.

Aaron forced himself to stop spiralling, deleting thoughts of dying out of his mind as soon as they entered. Finally under control he reached for the window opening it wide, luckily it was wide enough for him to fit through and be able to slide down his tiled roof and land with a thump on the parched ground.

Immediately he turned to look back at his house, but it was gone, again replaced by the vast expanse now all around him.

Funnily enough Aaron did not feel the heat he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judging by the ground around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely cool and comfortable, something which gradually began to help ease his nerves.

He must be dreaming. He must be dreaming. He had to be dreaming. That became his mantra as he continued to scan the horizon before seeing what he thought was a house in the distance. Shrugging his shoulders he started to make his way towards it. As he walked he repeated his mantra, trying not to focus on the fact that he was only wearing boxers, without any shoes.

Initially the house seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few minutes walking, Aaron began to get close. ‘House’ probably isn’t the word to describe it. From the distance it seemed to be the right shape and colour of your average detached home, however on closer inspection the building was actually made of some type of metallic substance. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like quality, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like turrets holes, much like ones you would expect to see on a medieval castle.

Aaron stood before the structure, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernable entry yet the building was drawing him in, oddly enough Aaron felt himself get excited at the thought. Although this wasn’t your regular excitement, he felt this feeling in his loins, as if the closer he got to this building or whatever was inside, the hornier he became. Now, Aaron was 21 and he’d like to think that he was old enough to not let his penis rule his decisions but he also kept telling himself he’s dreaming, so why not?

Almost as soon as this thought came into his head, a doorway opened in the mirror-like surface of the building directly in front of Aaron. He entered into the darkness inside.

The door shut behind him plunging his surroundings into darkness but he still felt the comfortable coolness he was feeling before. Suddenly a pillar of light illuminated before him, blinding his eyes that were now used to the darkness.

“What in the fuu…”

“KNEEL”

Aaron threw himself to the floor. It was as if someone had tied ropes to both his knees and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A figure stood before him. Undeniably alien yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his mind that this figure was a women, she certainly looked it. Auburn hair flowed from her head, down the shoulders and ended just shy of the back of her calves. Her body seemed petite yet powerful. Her breasts standing out firm, with strong nipples prominent through the alien fabric of her long gown. Her legs and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the standard of her flawless physique.

“ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN?”

He realised this voice came from his head, the beautiful mouth of the women in front did not move an inch. Although a small smirk appeared as she noticed the rising tent in Aarons boxers.

“Uh…um..you mean Orlain? My mum?” Aaron stuttered. His head was so foggy. His mind constricted in her attraction. He was pretty sure the voice in his head pronounced his mothers name with a gap in the middle but undoubtedly was saying the same word.

“YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR TONGUE CANNOT HANDLE THE TRUE NAMES OF US. EVEN ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED VERSION OF HER BIRTH NAME” The female’s voice echoed through his mind both loud and soft. A sensation difficult to describe.

‘God I must be dreaming’ Aaron thought.

“YOU ARE NOT.” Now if Aaron had had water in his mouth, this is the point where he’d spit it out.

“YES, I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS.