Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2018 22:52:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozzalone65@aol.com
Subject: Maze of the Minotaur (Finding Borga (1)

This is a Continuation story to the popular Maze of the Minotaur story I
had recently finished. Other than being thankful that you guys liked it
so much, I knew that it needed to go on as our hero got back home. But
now he wants to get back to This far off realm of man and beast men. And
especially to one beast in particular. Borga. The Ogre he had fallen for.

So as before: This is a fictional story about a fictional land. A land of
men and man beasts
The realm of the  now fallen Minotaur. His minions now seek revenge on
Humans for his death.
And our hero is the key.
Enjoy.
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Finding Borga (1)
Thinking of a far off Land.....

...... I have been ever so depressed all these many months since I
returned. My life before was a doldrum until I had had my strange
adventure. I knew not how I got there to this Oz like realm. Or why a was
there. All I knew was it was real. Somehow I had crossed a dementional
plane of some sort. Somehow I crossed over when I was in that field. Some
how was transported to this other world of creatures that were the
dominant species. These humanoid type beasts that somehow ruled in this
world. Where my type of human creature was but in pockets of villages
strewn about the vast wilderness of this world. It was the most exciting
and wonderful experience in my whole life. And how did I know it was
real.

'I hold it in my hand now' I said to myself

I am sitting here looking at this blade I somehow had pulled from this
other world. How, I do not know. But it was my proof of my time there. A
time I wanted back. But didn't know how to get back. I have been trying
to retrace for months now how I came into that world. Going back to the
spot where I had woken up. The spot where I had somehow after hitting my
head and falling found that doorway to it.
But as I tried to even recreate the incident to the fall, I could not get
back there. And how I desperately needed to get back there. I cried many
a tear filled night in my bed, wondering how I could get back. For I
loved that world more than mine own.

"The Mintaur is dead" I would say
"His minions scattered out from the ruined maze"
"I can still smell the fires burning"

Thinking of the people and places I traveled in that place. The humans
that found me strange in a land of beast men. Me, someone of their own
kind. But I was an outsider even if I was human.
The hunter Daemon. That big burly human male that had so intently taken
me that one night. He was a beast killer, that from I had learn in my
brief time with him and the humans had killed many beasts. And they
almost feared him. Yet he had given me a warning I should have heeded and
I did not. Only to later find betrayal in the one he warned me of.
The strange outlands people 'the Krells' that were almost primitive to
even the regular humans there. Their wicked and horny king Mela that I
feared would actually devour me once he finished fucking me.
The dwarfs of the home of the minotaur Balrog. They who guarded the maze
and attacked all intruders that came into it. being trapped in their
cage. Then having their way with be before getting dropped at their
masters door. The Huge Balrog. The minotaur king. A beast of size and
power, that seemed to have some dominion over most beasts in that realm.
He had so on Vonn.
Vonn then sytar creature that I thought was my friend. The first creature
I had met after landing there. He promised to get me home. He promised to
guide me to safety. But all he did was bring me to what could have been
my doom. He was the betrayer that Daemon warned me about. And had it not
been for Borga. .. Borga
 Then a deep heavy solemn sigh filled my chest. Then an ache like none I
have ever felt filled my chest. And then his name crossed my mind
again. 'Borga'. My Borga. its all I could seem to think of. He was my
reasoning for my desperation to get back there. My savior in the Hell
that that world was. This huge man beast. An Ogre at that. But this Ogre
that many would find frightening and ugly was my all. He had been the
trust creature in that world. And I had fallen for him.

"I love him" I said to myself
"He fills my heart more than any man ever has"

I search my memory for his face. His big wide face. The touch of that big
face to my hand. His mouth and lips. His awesome kiss. His huge awesome
body and that huge dick he possessed. How he was a beast, yet the
tenderest person I had ever encountered in any world. How could I get
back to that, to him. To feel him and touch him again. It was my all
consuming thought.
But after months of this. My attempts to recreate the incident.  How I
got to this land that held my Borga, I gave up. As I felt I would never
see him again. Never feel him again, or kiss him again. And world I lived
in had just no taste anymore. I moved through my days just awaiting
inevitability to take me away.
I even pondered not being anymore. Thinking maybe once I was gone from
this mortal coil, I would see him again. But then thought myself a coward
for not going through with he attempts to do so.

"I hate this world" I would say
"I hate these people, and places"
"I want Borga's world"

I had no friends anymore to speak of and was for the most part alone. And
each moving day that passed made me hate my world all the more. So I then
figured I would end myself. I would say goodbye to this world once and
for all. But I would leave it in the last place I returned to it. The
spot of my fall into the other realm.
So I drove down to the farm where it all happened again. It had been near
a year since I was last there. My last attempt to return to my Borga and
his world. I drove down in its direction. I wondered if it was such a
good day to go as there was storm clouds overhead. But it would just be
rain.
When I pulled up to the mile marker it was on, I noticed changes to the
farm. There was a new fence there. Wood and wire and a row of shiny metal
windmills just inside the new fencing. I was no longer sure where the
spot of my return was anymore. And breathed in a defeated sigh.

"Its gone" I said
"My spot is gone"
"I cant stand it anymore"
"Its gone now"

I sat there against my car for a moment. Looking  at the surrounding
fields of farmland. Trying to survey the area. Reading the bushes and
trees to decipher where It may be. I looked up to the cloud cover.
Thunder clapped in the distance. I then began to cry again. I sighed in
sobs as I tried to collect myself. For I needed all my faculties to do
this.
I reached into the car and grabbed the blade. That blade I still held
close as it was my only link to that world. I would use this weapon to
undo myself. I then stepped away from the car and walked into the fields.
I reached the new fence and tried to figure where I would need to cross
over it. As I did thunder crashed closer. A sudden flash just moments
before told me the storm was close.
I climbed over the fence and then started to walk down towards the
windmills. I figured it was in that direction, but unsure. I had to find
the small slope that lead to the small trickle of a river that passed
through the place. For it was there I had fallen when I ended up in the
other world. Where I had woken again from my dream that was not a dream.

"Shiit" I shouted in a start
"That was close"

A bright flash and then a loud clap of thunder boomed as the storm was
now upon me. the rain then began. It wasn't heavy, but it was
substantial. Then I noticed to my left that one of the windmills was
lower than the others. dipping down almost like it was buried. I found
touched the one up higher as I looked down several yards to see the
river.
I half smiled as I saw the water. The lower windmill was just on the
other side of the small river. There was a contraption attached to the
windmill, and paddled that moved through the water. Then I realized they
were using these windmill's to generate power. I started down the slope
when a lightning strike hit the mill. a white flash and sparks flew off
it in every direction.

"Holy shiit!" I shouted as the flash burst across the river

I put my hand up in front of me to shield myself. Then the explosion of
thunder rattled around and about me. I felt a tingle course through me.
Then another thunderous boom.
I had that blade in my hand as the next flash shattered the darkness. I
saw for an instant as the markings on the blade seemed to glow. But
that's when the sparks and light hit me like a shockwave. And the thunder
pounded in my ear and head, I felt myself slipping and falling. Tripping
into light and fire.

And then I blacked out again. I drifted in a cool abyss for some time it
seemed. floating about in  a thick black tar that had me suspending
somewhere between life and death. My head pondered whether I had been
struck by lightning as floated in this dankness for what seemed hours.
"Am I dead" I thought
"I have to be."

I had heard of the sensation of tingles just before a lightning strike,
just before the electric charge that would wound and most likely kill
you. But there had been only the tingle. I had felt no pain other than a
minor just that had thrown me back. but I hadn't felt if I had hit
anything. No, just this nothingness that I hovered inside.
Then there was visions that flashed before me. Visions of bulls and
tornadoes. Visions of dwarfs and strange creatures. Then a flash of a
face. I saw that familiar and wonderful face. Then reached for it. But as
I did, I felt a tugging and I was pulled back. Then I heard a hard thump
and then a brief stillness. and finally the  faint sounds of a breeze
through the trees.
It was then that I was able to open my eyes. I then heard the sound of
birds some where off in the trees. And as I looked up, all I saw were
trees. Tall old trees. I could see as the wind caused the leaves on them
to ripple.

"What..?" I then huffed
"What the Hell just happened?"

I then tried to sit up again. My eyes were still a bit hazy from the
blast of what had happened. But that's when I noticed the gloom of the
storm was gone. The sky was clear above through the trees.

"How long was I out" I said aloud.
"Fuck!"

But that's when I noticed I was not where I was before. I did not see the
windmills. Those metal windmills had disappeared. And looked to see my
car was gone. And so was the road. I then surveyed the area around
me. Both panic and a sense of familiarity hit me all at once. Was it
possible, had what ever just happened sent me back.
I got up. A bit wobbly, but I got up. I grasped at the nearest tree.
Steadying myself as I leaned against it. I looked around to see where I
was. But all there was was trees. Trees, rock and bushes. And then I saw
the glint of it on the ground. It was the blade. I reached for it and
grabbed it. Then looked at it. It was glowing a strange hint of blue.

"Can it be!?" I then shouted
"Ohh please let it be"!

I then ran through the trees. I had to see if I had somehow made it back
to my other world. My heart raced as I grew excited. I pushed through the
brush and trees until I found clearing. And I stopped and looked up. And
there it was in the distance. The mountains that lead to the land
of Balroq.
Tears filled my eyes and I fell to the ground. I was back. I was back to
the land I truly belonged. Not that world I hated so. I was back to
this strange world of man beasts. The place where the one I loved lived.
And then his face and name flooded my head and heart. And I called out to
the vastness before me.

"Borga!".........

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to be continued