ROMANCE: The Alien Tyrant's Prey - Lost in Atlantis: Science Fiction Romance - A Sci-fi Alien Invasion Romance Thriller HEA Story Book (Bonita and Zaak's Sci Fi Romance Adventure 3) (4 page)

Bonita tries small, shorter breaths, letting the tears stream down her soot-lined face now.  She tells the oracles that the Goddess wants them to leave Atlantis as soon as they can and move to the lands of Europe and Africa.   She also tells them that there is another huge piece of land waiting for them.  It’s on the west of Atlantis, the continent of America; the great land that has not been discovered by civilization just yet.

She begins to talk quickly.  Her voice is weak, her face pale.  But her words are crystal clear.  They fly out from her lips one by one and land on the sheepskin via the leading oracle’s feather pen.  

It takes only a short while for Bonita to ‘pass’ the message.  It felt like forever.  By the time she finishes with the word
America
, she can no longer see anything.  Her lungs are full of sulphur.  She is blacking out.  “Leave, LEAVE!”  She drops to the ground, motionless.  These two words are added to the sheepskin immediately with three exclamations at the end.

The leading oracle stands up and steps out of the stone chamber.  The other oracles follow, carrying Bonita between them.  They stand in front of the altar, singing and praying.  Then they walk out of the temple.

The hill is full of people, stretching all the way down to the coast.  Almost everyone in the capital city is here, waiting for the fatal message from Goddess Athena. 

The leading oracle’s eyes scan throw the crowd slowly.  Then he opens his mouth.  “The message has arrived.  We have the mercy of Goddess Athena.”  He waits until the applause dies down.  “But we have to leave.  To live under her protection.”

Bonita feels as if she is in a dream. The crowd sounds from far away.  Then everything goes quiet.

When she opens her eyes again, her wondering look meets the gaze of Zaak.  “How are you, Bonita?”

“Water,” She croaks.

Zaak helps her to sit up, leaning on a pillow.

The cold water seeps into her body like the first spring rain going down a land in drought.  She gulps until she finishes the whole pot.

“Take it easy, okay?”  Zaak takes the vessel away.  Moments later, he digs a spoon into a huge bowl and scoops up a full spoonful of food.  “Eat.” He smiles.

Bonita opens her mouth but can only take a small piece from the huge spoon.  That’s her favorite: a mix of rice, beans, and meat.  She eats and drinks until she is satisfied, Zaak watching over her like a mother bear over her cub.  

“So?” She asks finally, sipping a sweet tea.

“The oracle passed the message to the King.”

“He believed it?” She leans forward but drops back to the pillow with a tiny “Ouch”, holding her temples with both hands. A slow grinding headache is building at the base of her skull.

“You okay?” Without waiting for her answer, Zaak begins to rub her temples.  

Bonita closes her eyes to enjoy the massage.  After a while she opens her eyes and whispers.  “I’m okay now, Zaak.  Thank you so much.  Tell me what happened.”

Zaak smiles, “You know what?”

“What?”

“Everything went well.  But when the King heard the word
America
, his eyes turned this big.”  Zaak’s eyes pop out like golden fish.

“Zaak, you’re so funny.”

Zaak’s gaze turns soft.  He looks at Bonita and murmurs, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Zaak, kiss me.”  She looks right into her husband’s eyes.

Zaak leans over.  Their lips meet.  For a long, long time…

The ground keeps rumbling. 

Not every day.  But it causes chaos throughout the entire Empire.   The King has sent out the government officers to the continents of Europe and Africa.  He wants to find a great new land for his subjects.  Also, he wants to find somewhere that has not been occupied by local tribes yet.

The Empire is one of the most developed civilizations in the world.  They have been trading with the world for centuries.   Their sailing ships are the best.  Therefore things are going well.

Good news keeps coming back.  Many of the lands remain unexplored.  The peninsulas along the European continent have some large tribes and towns.  Rome and Athens are the largest.

Zaak is trying to convince the King that they should send the army to the west to find the American Continent.   And the King totally agrees because this is the message from Athena. 

“The land is full of gold.”  Zaak uses his imagination to its extreme.  He hasn’t been in America himself.  But he believes everything Bonita told him.  Rich land, great people (oh, well, by this time, not quite anyway.)  

Obviously, the King’s eyes are now shining.  The word
gold
did its magic.

“They mix ruby and silver to build walls. 
Not
for the palace, of course.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.  Bonita saw it.”  Zaak’s voice is full of authority.

“Oh, my…” The King falls into deep thinking.   He
loves
gold, silver, and ruby. 
Building the wall? What a waste. Even for my palace.  Oh boy…
He almost sees new walls for his palace with a mix of gold, silver, and ruby.  
Maybe diamonds, too.  Only the small ones, of course.

“So… Do I have your permission?”  Zaak knows what’s in the King’s mind.

The King looks at him for a long time.  Finally his mind drifts back to the cruel reality.  
Boy, those big whales.
  

There are prevailing legends.  One says that those whales carry huge islands on their backs.  When the whale is having too much fun, the land tumbles. 
Is Atlantis on the back of a huge whale?
The King is too frightened to think further.  “Oh, no.” He murmurs.

Then the other legend says that whales don’t carry lands.  Whales hate carrying things, right?  They swallow ships!  The Empire has lost a few battle ships patrolling the western water.  Did they sink in huge storms or, as rumor has it, disappear in the mouths of huge whales?  No one knows.  

Nevertheless, going west is not a great idea, gold or not.   Everyone knows that the land is a huge dish flowing on the ocean. 
You don’t want to go over the edge and fall, right?
  The King now sees water dropping into the darkness of infinity, carried a few tiny royal ships.   “Oh, no.”  He growls again, his well-cared face turns all pale.

Zaak walks back to his palace.  He was not surprised.   As Bonita said, it takes time.   This pretty woman, she knows everything.   She can even read the King’s mind.   Then why the heck she made such a stupid decision to marry a dude on that Le Jura?  Did she mention that it’s a land full of large cannibals?   Something like dinosaurs?  Right.  Dinosaurs. 
What the heck they are.  I don’t fucking care.

Then is her husband one of those dinosaurs?  

His mind turns to the erotic.  Oh, wow, a huge cannibal is fucking a pretty woman. 
Does this ‘husband’ have a cock as long and rough as mine?
  He is so amazed by the fact that his eighteen and a half inch cock is now showing its full power under his tailor-made army uniform.

Maybe I should go fuck this man’s wife?  Yeah, it’s immoral but my moral standard is not that high anyway.
Yes…he
loves
his bold thought.

Now he remembers that she once told him that the Le Jura dinosaurs wanted to eat him alive. 

Eating me alive?
  He looks at his big fist and chuckles. 
Heck, I’m going to fuck his wife and then punch his teeth out.

“Zaak, why are you looking at me like that?” Bonita blushes all over.   Zaak’s eyes are full of hunger.  The bulge on his pants is unbelievably high.

“I want to…” He stops mid-sentence and then chuckles.

“Yeah, tell me what you want.”  Bonita’s eyes sparkle with hope.

“Um… take you on a vacation.” He mumbles.
  Fuck!  Why did I say that?

“Really?  When?  Where?”

“Um…”  Zaak’s chiseled face turns rosy and then crimson.  All he was thinking about on his way home was how he will strip and fuck this wonderful woman.   Finally he gives up.  “Where would you like to go?”

“You mean… anywhere?”

“Yup.  Anywhere.”

“How about…”  Bonita thinks hard.  Then she smiles, “Let’s go to Athens.”

“Yes, let’s.”  Zaak beams, holding Bonita’s hand tight.

“Ouch.  That hurts.” 

Zaak lets go of her hand and then holds it lightly.   “Sorry, Bonita.”  He rubs her hand a few times with great care.

“You don’t know how to love your wife.”  Bonita complains.  Her mind is full of joy.  

“My wife?  You want to be my wife?  Are you serious, Bonita?”

Bonita smiles with tears. 

“I don’t mind sharing you with that fucking Le Jura… Oops, sorry.”  He stops mid-sentence, scratching his head.  “Um, let’s go on vacation, okay?”

Bonita nods.  Then she shakes her head.  “We can’t, Zaak.”

“Why not?  You changed your mind, Bonita?  You worry that your husband may find out?  I can talk to him.   Yeah, I can be nice to him.  He can take all the girls I have, I mean
all
my servants.  Not you of course.  Bonita, is that okay?  He’s going to be happy, right?  Say
yes
, Bonita.”

“The Empire needs you badly.  They won’t let you go on a leave, Zaak.”

“Oh, shit! Fuck!”  Zaak paces back and forth.  Then he sits down again.   “They no longer need me.”

“Why?”

“Because the war is no longer looming.”

“Right, you’re right, Zaak.”

The King is not happy to learn that Zaak wants a month-long leave.   But when he hears the word ‘Athens’, he changes his mind.   “Present our worship and sacrifices to the Temple of Goddess Athena, please.”

Bonita and Zaak land their spaceship in a valley near the town of Athens.   Looking around, Bonita sees shadows of bushes and trees under the silver moonlight.   “They shouldn’t find our ship.”

“I don’t think they will.”  Zaak grins.

At the temple, Bonita touches the foot of Athena’s statue with reverence.   “I’m glad that the Atlantis people are now under the protection of the great Goddess.”

“They deserve it.  They’re good people.”  Zaak smiles.  Then he blinks his eyes a few times.   “Hmmm, I am the Army General, aren’t I?  This is my country, isn’t it?  Then why…” He shakes his head.  Why does he feel that Atlantis a country of someone else’s? 
Weird.
 

Bonita can read Zaak’s mind.  
My husband is coming back!
“Let’s go to the market and have some fun.”  She holds his hand.

The breeze from the Aegean Sea is so pleasant.  Everyone on the market is smiling.   Women wear loose undergarment and a cloak.   The movement of their body is so elegant and graceful that every their step turns into pleasant dance.  

“Oh my, I was saving money for a Mediterranean cruise vacation for so long.  I didn’t realize that people have been enjoying their dream life since this early.”

Bonita is puzzled when Zaak gives her a stern stare. 

He is jealous at the moment because he is picturing Bonita having fun with her fucking Le Jura husband.  
A cannibal trying to save money with his wife for a vacation here?  Heck, what kind of fun are they going to have in this peaceful town?  Make a feast of a couple women on the market?

Then he turns to Bonita and grins.  “Sorry, Bonita.”

Bonita gives Zaak a tiny smile without knowing what the heck is going on on his mind.

A small group of soldiers marches by.  Their helmet and heavy armor shine under the sunshine.  Each soldier carries a shield and a spear.  A short sword is attached to their belt.

Zaak stares at them.  “Our army can beat them one to ten.”  He scoffs.

“Zaak, we’re now friends, remember?”  Bonita smiles at him.

“You’re so fucking right.  Um… Oops, sorry.”

They stroll along the market.    There are vegetables, meats, cookware, furniture, toys, and many other things.   Bonita picks up a bronze mirror and looks into it carefully.  She is so impressed by the fact that she actually looks more beautiful in this magic mirror. 
See, my two fine lines are gone.  This is wonderful.  Just the best.
  The less clear the image the better her skin looks.

The mirror has a round base.  Standing on it is a goddess, probably Athena.   Above, two flying cupids are holding the oval surface of the mirror.  

“Like it?” Zaak asks.

“Yeah.”

Zaak buys the mirror for her right away.   “Think of me each time you see the mirror.”  He grins.

“Sure, I will.” Bonita smiles. 
Zaak, not a single moment of mine has slipped by without me thinking of you.

They walk further down the street and smell… food!  Without hesitation, they step into a pretty restaurant and order right away.

Bonita is so amazed to find that the food and drink tastes so similar to what she had enjoyed back home in the States: olive oil, lemon juice, wine, fish, and meats. But they do taste much better here.   She loves the breads too.  They are chewier than the ones she has tried back home.  

“What’s this?” Zaak picks up something with seeds inside.

Bonita sticks her tongue to taste it carefully.  She swallows and smiles.  “Eggplant.”

“I love eggs.” Zaak sends the whole piece into his big mouth, his eyes bulging.  He tries a few times but finally washes the eggplant down with wine.   “This egg is so… fucking odd.”

“Zaak, you’re not listening well.” Bonita rubs her belly, trying to stop her giggling.