Lailah: The Milestone

What a correspondence!

      "You're sure you have the strength to house me, dear earth?"

    Ja Lia said as soon as he climbed off the large serpent, Leviathan. It'd been a hell of a ride through the waves all the way from the depth of the sea, the castle of Poseidon, through the taunting torrents and nebulous Nymph's kingdoms. 

    He'd learned to note during his stay under the ocean that there were very many ladies with much more taunting beauties and heavy shapes and bounty boobs quite tempting than Lailah. 

   One of the things he hadn't been able to compare was the generosity of Lailah. Well, if he had had chance to test the wills of the Nymphs, he'd had figured that out. 

     "Say me well to Poseidon."

    He turned and said to the serpent. The large serpent decked with scales from the fall of its nose to the tip of its tail snorted and blew him forward with the warm breath coursing through the large nostrils. 

    Ja fell on his face and tasted the wiles of fate given as a token to the sand of the beach. 

     "Lailah was here."

    He muttered. He said that as though he was assuring himself other than questioning. 

   He could taste her soles on the sand. His sense of taste had become wild that he feared taming it was beyond his will. 

   He rolled over before standing. The serpent was just turning. 

    The beast was so long that its tail was buried in the length of the sea. 

    Twas like a dinosaur, more of a dragon, but it puked more than fire. Twas Poseidon's pet and Ja could by experience state that, no one had ever crossed it. 

    As the serpent turned, Ja stood up to meet a blow from its thorny tail. 

    He was swooped into the air, and made a splash in the neighboring waves. He fought his way out before he'd be a token of delight to the sea. 

    The lapping waves pulled him and knocked him down several times but he finally made a throw on the sand. 

    He looked to his right where the serpent was supposed, twas gone. 

    He heard the rumbling and mumbling of the waves as it disappeared into the height of the hankering horizon. 

      "Fucker."

    He cursed.  He sat with his face keen on the supposed direction the serpent had gone. He wanted to be sure that he wasn't fooled. 

    There was no sign. He sighed. He allowed his mental ken a vacation for a while. He needed time before he'd be ready for the task ahead. 

    Poseidon had warned him that Lailah would be aware of the plan, if not the plot. He'd have to be smart too. 

    The winds hovering over the lips of the waves seemed to be whispering to him. But he wasn't getting it. 

    Should he go to his brothers firstly? They had no idea what happened to him. They thought he had travelled to another land. A very far away land over the waters. 

    Probably they were of the opinion that he'd gone to pursue his dream of becoming the master of gladiators. 

     He even had no idea whether or not they would still be where they were. 

    He could vouch for Lao Tzu, but how about Jimin?

    He had plans. If the plan did work out the way he had envisaged it, he would flourish. 

    He would melt the gold statue, his reward, and make a great sale. From the profit, he would build the largest Colosseum. Larger than that in Rome. 

    He'd recruit the best gladiators and train his son, if he have one, to train them. 

    Sometimes he'd wished that Poseidon instructed him to kill her on sight. That would had been great. But having to lure her?

    At a point, it seemed easy, but at another it seemed even quite remote than Africa. 

    He snapped back to reality. He wasn't very much dressed. He was already damped and was dripping. 

    He'd got to get a cloth exchange firstly before any other thing. That was another contention. 

    He was at the beach, there was no house around though he hadn't looked around. Sick. 

    The sun was splattering its ray from the East.  Twas doing its best but he would have to remain seated there for like two hours before the garment would feel a sense of responsibility. 

     He was doing a lot of hard thinking but nothing was coming. He was getting a little bit uncomfortable and irritated with the cloth on. 

    His sandals were becoming sticky too and the dreg hanging across his shoulder which Poseidon had given him, was becoming hot under his skin. 

    He had no idea from what the dreg was made from. 

    He began to undress. He did away with the sandals firstly, then the dreg, then the garment. 

   He was only left with a short. Quite longer than the modern day boxers' short.

    "Goodness."

   He sighed. The winds which seemed far away from him seemed to take interest in him at that moment. 

   He looked away from the waves. From the horizon. The view was becoming boring. 

    There was a lady far away to the west, sitting on the shore too. 

     "Lailah?"

    He muttered. He wasn't sure if that was meant to be a question or just a word.

   He stood up. He wasn't sure if his thoughts were right plus he wasn't in the right state to meet a lady. 

   He was barely clothed. Well, that was the beach. Anyone who had come to the beach should be prepared for anything. Whether or not a hit. 

   He struggled with his mental ken for a while before settling for a look over. 

   Checking out shouldn't be a crime. It had never been and it shouldn't when twas his turn. 

     He began to walk towards there. He was glad that the lady was having her back to him. 

    "It should be Lailah."

   He said again. 

     "But what is she doing here? How'd she know?"

   He kept muttering and moved towards her. He looked at his back. There were his things. He would go back for them. 

   He got to her finally. He was damn sure that she was aware that he was behind her. 

    Twasnt really hard to tell from the back who was there, but he was having a contention. That wasn't Lailah's back. But what could you expect from a Nymph? She could body-shift. 

    He tapped his left foot on the sand and cleared his throat. Yet she didn't look back. 

   He was convinced. If twasnt Lailah, twasnt nobody. No stranger would act to him in such familiar manner. 

    He found his words,

    "How smart and time-conscious you are to figure out that I've arrived."

    He heard her sniff then say,

     "Why come back? Is it for your unborn baby?"

    She chuckled and turned to him. 

    Hell. Twasnt Lailah, but why the correspondence?

   She pointed at him as he did, both together said,

     "Who are you?"