Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 06:26:35 -0500
From: David Mathenge <romantykeas@gmail.com>
Subject: The Manhunt, The Salvation and The Southern Skies

The Manhunt, The Salvation And The Southern Skies
(A Memoriam Of Trees Book Two)
2009-2010

I, Alexandre Savoie, alias David Mathenge or Romantyke, claims ownership to
this book. All names, characters are events mentionned indicia are purely
fictional and mythological. The rights also belongs to Nifty Stories.

Readers are thanked when they give their generous donation. You are most
welcomed and free to give away some funds for the Nifty Stories website.

This is the second book of my earlier story, titled A Memoriam Of Trees.
Again, there will be fifteen parts. The real adventure begins, and
mythology will come clashing with reality with far more ferocity.

Book One Event Recap
2008-2009

Young Maxime, a grown up man maimed with his life in the orphanage, sets
out to find a job within the northern forests of the French Province of
Quebec. Finally finding one, and awaited, he arrives in the biggest farm of
the Vallee-de-la-Rouge County. This is a prosperous, thriving farm, with
several animals, endless fields of crops, and peaceful forests settled
around a tall mountain.

Upon his first days in the farm, Maxime bonds with Todd, a Black, outgoing
and mysterious co-worker with whom he falls in love with. The feeling is
deeply mutual. Maxime takes the ropes of farmworking in a matter of days,
and eventually is entrusted with the most difficult jobs.

There was a day when, tired and in need of a break after having ejaculated
on a hard day's work, he had decided to take a walk in the forest, on the
mountain's foot. There, his fate becomes sealed, as he finds a square of
walls, and with the help of Todd, both of them manage to enter the
interiors, by stealing a key which could be found inside the masters of the
farm's bedroom drawer.

The two lovers go in town to make a double key for tricking their bosses,
and buying gardening tools to restore the dying garden within the
walls. Upon their return, one of the oldest horses, Kim, gives birth. Todd
is forced to go home and leaving Maxime behind to look after the horse's
foalbirth. A tornado forms itself over him and destroys everything during
the action, and eventually, the foal happens to be a beautiful female
pegasus horse which the farm masters name Alice.

In the following days, Maxime and Todd take the time between work and
restoring the garden, until, once completed, it shows true bits of
magic. Maxime meets the Tree Shepherd of North America, named Vinbieth. He
is extremely powerful and very wise. Suspicions are still very few to count
within the farm's household.

Then, young Amethyst, niece of the masters', goes to her Graduation Ball,
accompanied with her whole company. But in the arrival, three evil girls,
hating Amethyst because she is living in a farm, rips her beautiful dress
in front of everyone. Maxime decides to plead for a wish to Vinbieth, and
Amethyst's evening becomes the most beautiful one of her whole life.

The days after the ball lets a chill and froideur inside the farm, until
the explanation is heard, as Maxime meets the anger of the master Patrick,
and discovers the signs of magical powers have been noticed by almost
everyone in the town of Saint-Jovite. Hinting he may know far more than he
ever claimed credit for, Patrick left without a word.

The following day is a day of grief and sadness. Catherine, Patrick's wife,
is dead, leaving behind the leadership of the plantation, and two children
below five. Patrick is nowhere to be seen. Discussions arises, and
eventually, leadership falls on the weakened shoulders of Maxime, and his
lover Todd. The young Black man seems to know far more than anyone else in
the property, yet does not gives any hint. In the dark, cloudy and fateful
last evening of July, even as Maxime and Todd set out to seek advice with
Vinbieth, tragedy strikes again.

The army had called on the property. Setting fire everywhere and destroying
everything owned by Maxime, the leadership is being knocked away for
ever. The army takes hostage of everyone, even the defenseless handicapped
ones and the children. Mercilessly, the colonel is guided to the Tree
Memoriam in the forest, forcing Maxime to do so. Upon arriving there, the
colonel kills Maxime by shooting him point-blank in the head, hinting
domination of the Aryan mankind.

The final part tells of young Maxime, now reawakened as the Hero of
Lemuria, renamed as Maximus. Transformed head to toe from a caucasian, lean
and weak eighteen years old, he is now an African, powerful and very
brilliant twenty-five years old. The Tree Shepherd of South America tells
Maximus the latest news, and gives him directives. The Hero's fate is
sealed to his precarious fate.


August 1st 2009 Maxime And Todd's Farm Remains Quebec, Canada

I was back on my own mind and found myself standing on the tree stump of
the forest garden. The day was cloudy, and the smell of fire could be
scented.

I stepped down the stump and quickly took a look around. The place was
deserted, but footprints could be seen. The army had trampled
everywhere. Scorch marks in every place, but the garden was not damaged, as
if the magic of the place had protected it.

I then looked at my own self again. It felt strange, yet so cool, to be
Black now. Perhaps because I was not born one... I looked upon myself in a
reflection of the pond. I found myself extremely good looking. My hair were
short and pointy. My eyes were deepest brown. I was the true African beauty
representation.

I then remembered what to do. So I left the garden.

The forest had been burned down. Completely. There were still several
places still smoking and fuming. I was even able to glimpse, between the
twisted dead trees, the road twisting and turning in the direction of the
village.

I started to walk slowly to the property. My feeling of dread and sadness
was very high pitched. My own place, now a ruin. There was nothing else
left in here.

Passing by the fields, I saw every crops were burned too. Passing by the
barnhouses, I saw every animal has been killed. Down from the biggest
horses to the littlest chicks. No one was spared. Even some of them have
been hewn with ferocious cruelty. Alice was nowhere amongst the bodies.

Then I planted my feet in front of the manor. It was no more than a
smoking, emberish stack of ashes. Nothing else. It was totalled.

I suddenly felt a strange tingling nervosity. Then it hit me. Cigarette. I
needed a cigarette. How much time did I had to wait since I had
smoke?... Seven years. But time had not passed for truly seven years, only
mere hours... or so that Shepherd told me.

I search nervously in my pockets for a cigarette. But there were none. My
garments were containing no pack of cigarettes. I only had my sword, my
stiletto and the beautiful shield.

I decided to search, at least for Alice.

But after a long time searching the property remains, Alice was nowhere to
be found.

A hard on suddenly made me moan with surprise, and I quickly had to lie
down and untie my leather belt to remove my light pants. Then I finally was
able to release my tightly trapped penis.

I saw, falling on my lap, the most beautiful Black dick I have ever seen,
except Todd's, of course... Todd...

I stroked it. It definitely needed to be attended to. So I saw to it.
Pleasure surrounded me, again, and again. It felt like hours, until I felt
the surge of sperm rising from my prostate. My Black dick's urethra then
felt very puffed up, and it began to throb in rythmic, pleasuring pulses,
and the white cum was spitting through my slit. The contrast of the white
liquid with the dark skinned cock was beautiful to watch.

I was still breathing heavily, lying down. Then I sat up, and saw the sperm
vanish like magic. No need to wipe it... I quickly hid my cock in my pants,
tied up my leather belt, and was on my feet in matter of seconds.

A flap of wings made me alert, and I took out my sword. The golden and
elaborate handle was very comfy and the blade was light, but sharp and
gleaming in the cloudy skylight.

Alice was approaching me from the air. She lightly landed a few yards away
and galloped towards me, until she slowed down to a trot, then a walk,
right in front of me. I put my sword back in its sheath.

Her sapphire blue eyes stared at me fixedly, and she just stood there.

'Alice...' I whispered.

I extended my arm, and stroked her neck, and her muzzle. Her eyes closed,
as if she enjoyed the pet. Then she bent down on her knees and waited.

I understood. She was to be my steed. It was planned all along. By whom?
Perhaps the hidden King?...

I climbed on Alice's back. She stood up. Then just waited for my orders.

'Erm... Saint-Jovite?...' I faltered uncertainly.

Gracefully and without buckling me at all, her wings stretched, long,
impressive and angelic white, then she took off to the air.

The burned down property of mine quickly got smaller as we got higher, and
higher. And then we were above the clouds.

In a matter of seconds, Alice was flying towards the village.

To Be Continued...

Sainte-Agathe-des-Monts
Quebec
Canada