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The Locket of Love  Chapter. 11 part 2 of 3

The Locket of Love
Chapter. 11 part 2 of 3

Relaxing on the sofa, Melody picked up her Bible for the first time since her dream. “Mike, I just want you to know that I’m not afraid anymore. I know nothing bad will happen to me as long as you’re around. I… I’m ready. I want to delve into whatever this is. I want to tackle this dream head-on and find out what it really means.”

Smiling, Mike replied, “I’m right there with you. Where do you think we should start?”

“Honestly, I think a fresh set of eyes and ears might shed some light on this mystery,” she said. “Would you be willing to experience what I experienced two nights ago? My powers would allow me to show you.”

“You mean as a fantasy?”

“No, not truly a fantasy. This would be… more akin to instant replay. You would not fall asleep and would be fully aware of your surroundings. Essentially, you will experience the real world while your eyes are open, but the dream while they are closed.”

Thinking for a moment, he asked, “Is there any potential danger?”

“No,” she replied. “You would be under my constant watch and protection. With your permission, I will monitor your thoughts and emotions so that I can immediately end the vision if it becomes too much for you to handle.”

Taking a deep breath, Mike said, “Ok. Let’s do it.”

The couple sat cross-legged on the sofa, facing each other. Melody placed her hands on Mike’s temples, instructing him to relax and close his eyes. As he did so, the effects of Melody’s dream were immediately revealed, and he heard the voices she described loud and clear. Listening intently, he worked to distinguish the different people she mentioned, hearing the words of anger, followed by the words of encouragement, the cries of anguish, and finally the mysterious woman at the end of the dream.

Opening his eyes, Mike immediately drew Melody close, embracing her tightly with all the love and support he could muster. “I’m so sorry you went through all of that,” he whispered.

She said nothing, but smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

“Ok, my thoughts… I could clearly distinguish the voices you described. None of them sounded familiar, though, and I think it’s clear that the woman’s screams are not yours. Call it gut instinct, but I’m positive that wasn’t you screaming,” Mike explained.

“I’m glad you think so. Listening to it again, I don’t believe the angry man’s voice was yours, which was one of my initial fears, so that’s of some relief.”

“Agreed,” he said. “One other thing… the woman’s voice at the end of the dream, it sounded… strangely familiar. I couldn’t tell from where, but I can’t shake this feeling that I’d heard her voice somewhere before. Can you play back just that portion once more?”

“Sure,” she said. Placing her hands back on Mike’s temples again, they both heard the mysterious voice clearly in their minds.

“Hmm… this wish is your destiny… any idea what it could mean?” Mike mused.

“No clue. I suppose it could refer to a wish I may grant one day, or perhaps even a wish I’ve already granted. There’s just no way of knowing right now…”

Continuing to ponder, Mike thought aloud, “I still can’t figure out what connects all of this to Isaiah. Clearly, that was the trigger, but why?”

Seemingly hitting a brick wall, the couple left their thoughts on the matter for a while, relaxing out at the pool through the rest of the morning. After finishing off the last of the pizza for lunch, curiosity once again crept into Melody’s mind. Deciding to read the entire book of Isaiah from start to finish, she collected her Bible and stretched out on the sofa. She read methodically and thoughtfully, paying close attention to every word on the pages. By midafternoon she had finished, closing her eyes and trying to piece together any connections she could possibly make. She had occasionally heard the voices again as she read, as faintly as they had appeared from the music yesterday but was still unable to draw any conclusions from her studies.

Sensing her growing frustration, Mike sat next to her and gently rubbed her shoulders. “Take a break. Don’t think about it the rest of the day. It’s just going to make you more frustrated, and that won’t solve anything.”

Sighing, she replied, “I guess so. Sorry, I’m so obsessed, I just feel like I have to figure this out.”

“You will, just give it time,” he said reassuringly. “I actually had an idea that might help us on this.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” he said smiling. “It started when I called Ashley, asking her to officiate our wedding. There’s nobody I’d rather have to marry us than her, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Definitely,” she replied excitedly, her eyes lighting up.

“After I hung up with her, I remembered what you said about being able to trust her with your true nature. She might be able to shed some light on this situation, that is, after she gets over the shock of my marrying a genie,” he said, eliciting a giggle from Melody. “My thought is that, before she marries us, we would go through premarital counseling sessions with her, which is standard for any engaged couple; she also has a job to do, in knowing that the people she’s marrying are doing so for the right reasons. I’m thinking that those counseling sessions would also serve as a prime opportunity for us to delve into your dreams with her. What do you say?”

Smiling, she said lovingly, “You just think of everything.”

Mike spent the next several minutes texting with Ashley, setting up the counseling sessions, and informing her that the couple wanted to talk about something important with her in confidence. They spent the rest of their last day on vacation lounging in bed, watching movies, and fooling around at every opportunity. After completely wearing themselves out from their multiple orgasms, the pair turned in for an early bedtime before beginning their trip home bright and early the next day.

Ashley entered her office that afternoon in quite a good mood. One week previous, Mike and Melody had called her to announce their engagement and wanted her to perform the ceremony. Naturally, she was ecstatic at being able to marry her childhood friend, but even more so that he had finally found the perfect girl for him.

Still, a small part of her was worried, as Mike’s follow-up texts asked to start the premarital counseling quickly, and that they had something important to talk with her about. She doubted that they were having any issues between them, but as a professional minister, she had learned well never to make assumptions, particularly about members of your own congregation.

As she finished checking her emails, there was a knock at her office door. “Come in,” she said.

Opening the door, Mike and Melody entered and greeted Ashley. “Hello friends!” she said, hugging both of them warmly. Ashley motioned to the part of her office away from her desk, which contained a small, round table and some chairs. The group made their way over and sat at the table, with Mike and Melody sitting across from Ashley.

“Well, first of all, congratulations to both of you,” Ashley began.

“Thank you, we’re very excited,” Mike replied. Melody enthusiastically nodded in agreement.

“I am too. Thank you again, by the way, for asking me to officiate your wedding. Few things make me happier than marrying my close friends.”

“Ashley, there’s nobody that I’d rather have marrying us. Aside from Mike, there isn’t anyone I trust more than you,” Melody said.

“And honestly, that’s why we wanted to meet with you so soon,” Mike continued. “I firmly believe in having no secrets from the person performing our wedding ceremony, and… we have a pretty big secret that we haven’t told to anyone.”

Her interest peaked, and Ashley stopped him and replied, “I totally respect that about you Mike, but I want to make sure you aren’t telling me anything that you don’t genuinely want me to know. And please, rest assured that anything you do tell me here in this office is safe and confidential from everyone, even Trey.”

The couple looked at each other, nodding in confirmation at what they were about to say. “Ashley,” Mike said hesitantly, “Melody is not human.”

Ashley gave no reaction or hint that she’d heard anything at all. “What do you mean by ‘not human’?” she finally asked.

Clearing her throat before speaking, Melody said, “I am… a genie.”

“A genie… as in, Aladdin?” Ashley asked skeptically.

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