Their new forms no longer negated Shara's memory; if anything, it helped to simply put those old ways into a new light, after their climax. Shara had been Sharon, but that past was neither missed nor mourned. Still, the idea of returning home shocked the slave out of her post-coitus bliss.
"Home? Master, is that possible? We knew not how to return whence we came this way."
James laughed once more.
"Still your concerns, slave. The power of this place is in me now. Weakly yet, but still, within me. We can break through, back to the land we came from."
Shara nodded, then watched as James extended a hand, crackling energy at his fingertips, not unlike the energy of the beams from the obelisk. The light shined arounds them, and...
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