Happy #Blogbattle Tuesday! Our journey continues with Mog and Grace, our GENRE: SCIENCE FICTION and our KEYWORD: MARS. To read stories from other blogbattlers do so by clicking HERE. To read the first 5 chapters of Man Of Grace, do so by following this LINK, it will take you to chapter 5 which has a link to the previous chapters.
From Whence They Come:
Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars. Mog was from…
Pressing the heel of his hand into his eye, rubbing away the evidence of the short stent of sleep he had tasted, Mog stared up at the blanket of stars. Somewhere beyond what he had known, was a place that was the home of his people.
Mog had always been curious, though the leery nature that ran in his blood had kept him on edge, but he had never really been fearful.
The last few days with Grace, his mother, Mog had tasted his own fear, and still he had not fully choked it down. He had yet to tell her that the war was over. Very few knew that truth. Not even Walter knew-Mog bit down a hissing growl as he thought the roaches name. He would deal with Walter soon enough.
The terms for ending the nearly three decades of tyranny and war had been spoken in Mog’s native tongue. Their words were felt more than spoken. To humans it was animalistic. The truth was the language was deeply intimate and left no room for misinterpretation.
What had been decided? The last of the Alphas, an ugly, aged beast had spoken the terms. Rather than watch his sons be torn limb from limb by Mog or his war machines, he would die…at the hands of his children. He would not fight, he would not war. He would end it all, leave the title of Alpha to Mog alone.
But there was a price to be paid in exchange for such an awesome surrender. Mog would have to-
Grace’s shadow fell over Mog’s forehead long after her familiar scent had reached him. That smell had brought him such comfort for 27 years. Now it made him choke on his words, words he had wanted to stab her with when first he believed she was a liar. Three days and he still had not said them…time was running out. He had given his word. There was no going back. His nature would not allow it.
“How long are you going to avoid me, Mog?” Exhaustion weighted her words.
Mog pressed his eyes closed and rolled up from his back to his knees. He took his time meeting her gaze. Even with the light burning behind her and the darkness of the evening casting her in a cloak of black, he could still see her as if it were mid-day. It was in moments like these that he wished most he was truly just a man, a man born of Grace.
The terms, the agreement he had so eagerly struck, the wound he had meant to deal her had weighed as a milestone around his thick neck ever since she had told him the truth about his past, her sacrifice and why she had so wished she had indeed killed Walter.
Mog had been wishing the same thing, nevertheless he would have still made the deal; the death of the last Alpha, to preserve the lives of 47 giant sons, all who would destroy every human they encountered before Mog took their lives. Mog didn’t waste time doing the numbers. Life was life was life and he’d saved so many with his simple yes.
It was only now he realized it was not so simple.
“I love you.” He said, his voice like distant thunder. Grace was stone still for several moments before she rushed towards him and wept against his neck, kissing him as if he were just a boy, her son whom she had lost and suddenly found.
“I love you, too! And don’t you ever doubt it again.”
“I won’t.” He covered her hands with his and tried to mask his sorrow but even in the dark of night, Grace sensed it.
“What is it?” She asked. More fear wafted from her skin and rightfully so.
What he had to say was going to wound her deeper than his doubt, but there was nothing to be done. Even if he hadn’t doubted her love he would have made the same choice because of her love.
He squeezed her to him as tightly as his strength would allow without hurting her and held her to him as not to see her face, More so he needed her to hold him. Slowly he whispered to her about the end of the war. He felt her heart leap with joy only to suddenly break with the last of the terms.
“Nooo!” She croaked angrily and shrugged free, the look in her eyes dared him to challenge her. “I said NO, MOG!” She shouted when he attempted to speak.
“There was nothing else to be done,” He ducked his head and waited for her to strike him. She was so livid, he expected nothing else certainly not for her to collapse at his feet in a tear soaked heap.
Moaning with his own agony, he pulled her to his lap. “Please, hold me, Mom.” He begged. “There was nothing else to be done. So many lives,” He growled as if in pained defeat, only pacified by the warmth of her face against his. He thought he would drown in her tears.
“Why this? Why would you say yes to this?” She stroked his face and held him with all her strength.
“It was the only way to end the war without more human lives lost. The Giants can only leave by being led and they need an Alpha to lead them. I am the only Alpha. The giants will only leave if I lead them back home. I have to go.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
One more installment, maybe two, and this quick telling of Mog and Grace will come to an end. I am really grateful for all the feedback and support of this story. I hope you will approve of how it will be ended in the Blog Battles. Rest assured, sometime in the future, a full length telling of their story will be made available. Thanks again!