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Eruption

 The ground shook slightly.  The citizens of Akrotiri had heard from the
oracle.
She had told them that their island of Thera would soon only be a deep chasm
of water,
and these people were ready to evacuate. One young mother watched as the
smoke drifted
over the city.  The time was coming near.  She grabbed her young daughter,
and took her
to the child's grandmother.  The ground shook again.
 "Take Rherete to the ship, Mother.  I must find Phanethas.  Hestia tells me
this is
the best time," she said.
 "The best time?" asked the older woman.
 "All the forces of Gaea and Hephasteus are at work.  Such a child conceived
at this
time would grow to be a great leader, whether it be a boy of girl-child."
 "Erertria, think!" said her mother.  "You could die in you quest to create
this
child."
 "Mother, my time is right now.  Now, take the child while I find my
husband!"
 "You have such faith in the gods.  Pray they will protect you while Gaea
cleanses
herself."  Erertria hugged her child and mother, then kissed them both.
 Again the earth rumbled.  This time it was more intense than before.  Her
timing
was critical.  The child had to be created today.  She ran to her house to
find her husband
packing the last of the gear they would need when they safely reached the
shores of Asia
Minor.
 "Phanethas!  Stop for a moment!"  ordered Erertria.
 "Gaea is going to unleash herself on Akrotiri at any second.  We must go!
Where
is Rherete?"
 "She is headed to the docks with Mother.  We must stop, even just for this
moment!"
 "No time..."
 "We will have to make the time for this.  Hestia's blessing is on this
moment."
 "How can such a moment be blessed?"
 "such a powerful time can create a powerful union, a powerful person.  You
and I
will create that person.  The time is right for me to conceive.  Fill me at
this time!  Our
next child will be the ruler of a great nation, no matter in which direction
the sea takes us."
 "You learned such information at the temple?"
 "Aye."
 "It must be so!" said an astonished Phanethas.  "Even Gaea's cleansing will
wait for
us to fulfill such a prophecy."  It was not a logical time, but the gods
were never logical,
and he could not go against their wishes.  His young wife was as desirable
as ever, even in
this time of haste.  Her bronzed breast were pushed forward out of their
bodice, in the
Cretan fashion.  They were framed by her dress in its multiple shades of
brown, and her
ebony curls hung heavy about her shoulders.  It was so simple to just lift
his short kilt, and
the layers of her skirt.  He could sate himself quickly, and it would be
done with.  This was
more urgent, and to appease the gods, he had to be sure Erertria was sated.
This was the
last time they would make love in this home, on this island they had called
home for seven
years.  What other couple would have this luxury to say good-bye to Akrotiri
and Thera?
So much could be done with this basic act.  He felt himself grow hard at the
thought of
possessing his wife at such a time, knowing what his reward would be if he
did.
 Erertria saw the rise beneath his kilt, and knew he was ready.  "Come to
me," she
said.  She turned about and hopped up onto the kitchen worktable, and lifted
her skirts.
Phanethas came to her, and she reached under his kilt to urge his silken
shaft into a life of
its own., to come into her, and create life there.
 "The energy coming from Gaea is strong, and so we shall be!  Take me ,
Phanethas," Erertria purred, "make us whole again and again!"  She pulled
her hand away
from him, and opened her arms and legs to him.  He fell into her embrace,
and she
wrapped her bronzed body about his own.  It just felt so right, even with
the world
crumbling outside their personal space.  His bronzed body was toned from
hard work and
the Aegean sunshine, and it felt so good to have him nestled at her portal,
waiting to
plunge in.
 Phanethas found her hot sheath, and slipped into her.  Again the earth
shook, and
he heard Gaea's warning.  Quicker and quicker he moved, taking Erertria to
pinnacles she
had not been to for so long.  She would crest and fall, crest and fall, not
knowing when
the next internal tide would wash over her.
 Phanethas  forgot about the woman who was the mother to his daughter, the
one
he married seven years ago.  The woman he possessed at this moment might
have her face
and body, but she was now possessed with a passion to match Aphrodite's and
beyond.
Wind blew over them from the sea, and ash flew in through the kitchen
window.  Reality
had set in.  Gaea was telling them to complete their task.
 The rumbles and the shaking of the mountain were heavier, more violent.  In
that
moment, Phanethas had his own eruption.  A personal zenith of sensation that
flowed into
Erertria like none before.  Erertria spasmed before him as her womanly
muscles milked the
hot magma-like seed from him.  His part in the prophecy was done.
 They did not bother to gather those few things Phanethas had come back for.
The
ash in Akrotiri was falling heavily, and anything made here could be made
elsewhere.
Anything, except for themselves, and the child that Erertria knew she was
now carrying.
 Gaea released her hold on Thera when they reached the dock.  The ash was
high
and the sky was dark.  She was going let her magma go within minutes.  Waves
grew
high, and the force of the water sent them west, far and fast.  The
explosion was like
nothing anyone had heard before.  Loud and harsh, certain to be heard
hundreds of
leagues away, maybe thousands.  It startled everyone.  Rherete screamed and
cried, and
clung to her mother.  The sky behind them became fire.  Erertria did not
look back to
Thera, but forward to Troy.  Hestia and Gaea had made a pact.  Her family
would be
spared Gaea's cleansing.  A true hero was within her, and that hero needed a
nation to
conquer.





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