The Eleventh Elven Elevation Chapter 1

Finally, I thought. Some schooldays never end. Until the bell rings that is.

I packed my things and headed for the door into the hall, hurriedly passing the other classrooms before the hall filled itself with fugitive homesick students. When outside I made a dash for it until I heard the only voice in the school with stopping power over me.

“Girt, Girt. Wait for me.”

I would always wait for Vicky. She was the most beautiful thing on two legs to walk around Juneau. Even more beautiful than her mother in her best years of being a famous actress. I stopped running, turned around and waited for Vicky.

“Don’t you look at me like that, you moron. Those puppy eyes of you embarrass me. You make me blush. Just don’t. And what’s the hurry, Girt?”

“I got broadband since yesterday. My foster mother finally budged. Now I can start learning things on my own. In my own pace and not in this sluggish high school lobotomizing tempo we are at here to accommodate the slowest of the slowest. They are holding me up massively. I so do wish college will be better.”

“Thank you for the compliment Girt.”

“I did not mean you Vicky, and you know that.”

“So, finally, it is happening. We can speak on Facebook with each other, I would like that.”

“No Vicky, I was not thinking of Facebook. I got broadband because I made my foster mother believe I needed permanent access to Wikipedia. She will keep her eyes locked on what I am doing on the Internet.”

“Wikipedia? What is that?”

“No need to ask me, Vicky, there is google to find you things and then there is Wikipedia to educate you further. Look it up.”

“You are not being nice, Girt. Come with us to the mall.”

“Who is us, Vicky?”

“We are all going, Girt. So? Are you coming?”

“Vicky, we have been through all that a thousand times. We go to the mall. I say something and Greg whacks me. It is always the same. I would love to spend time with you, but not with him around.”

“Jesus Girt, how old are you?”

I smiled at Vicky, knowing I would not budge. I started running again yelling at Vicky,

“See you tomorrow.”

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Running to school was nice, but running home was ways better. Ever since my last growth spurt and having a longer endurance, I kept the time within half an hour. Through the trees, I could see mum was home. She is not my real mother, I am a foster child, but I called her my mum nonetheless.

“Hi mum, I am home.”

“Tiguaak, just a minute, I will be right down. Have some tea.”

Tea can wait. Internet, here I come.

At school today we were bombarded with the significance of the year 11,111, again. The year we Elves would get the benefit of The Eleventh Elevation, although Mr. Frye, my history teacher, did not explain what the so-called Eleventh Elevation entailed. He told us we only had to wait for 9000 years to get what we were born for without telling what we would get. I thought it odd.

I saw my laptop starting with Google and typed five ones in the search bar. The URL’s the search came up with gave me vague references to angel numbers.

One website was speaking of the Gateway of Power into another form of life, fueled by one Shanta Gabriel claiming she has had a visit from the Archangel Gabriel and that Gabriel communicated with her ever since.

I do not say I believe her story, nor do I say it is hogwash. I am indifferent to thoughts like that. For whatever truths her story held, those truths were holding far more substance than Mr. Frye’s fairy tales about 11,111. For myself, I thought it possible that the Archangel Gabriel might not be the same person as the Gabriel mentioned later in the same sentence.

I heard mum coming down the stairs and she gave me a quick peck on my lips. She always did and I would wait for it, almost eager to get this peck from her.

“How is my hero doing?”, she asked.

“Your hero survived at school today mum, in spite of the deadly droning of the bad guy in front of the class, like today, the evil boss, Mr. Frye did. Yet again he talked all day and said nothing.”

“How old are you Tiguaak?”

“Mum, you call me Tiguaak, the adopted child, averaging once a month, now it is already twice today. What is going on?”

I saw the first sign of tears in the corner of mum’s eyes.

“There is an Elven habit in these parts to educate their cubs spiritually around their 18th birthday, you are long overdue. This education might take a few months, more or less. You will not come home during this spiritual growth. Girt, I will not be able to see you here during this time.”

“But. How? What? Who? When? I do not want to leave you for a few months. What nonsense is this?”

I totally missed that suddenly a big man was standing in the doorway holding a deerskin cloth in his hand. I did not miss him saying,

“Tell me it is nonsense in a few months Bhavishya. You are to come outside within 15 minutes and you are to come with me. You will dress with this deerskin and nothing else. You will ask no questions and you are to do as you are told.”

I really did not see a point in going against what the man told me. From his commanding voice, I understood this was going to happen one way or the other. So I did the only thing I could do and typed the phrase “Bhavishya” in Google’s search bar, hoping I had the spelling correct.

“Mum, the man named me Bhavishya. It means future in the Sanskrit language. I do not think I will meet my doom leaving with this man. Hug me please, I am going to miss you.”

Mum hugged me tight and I thought of her with the pleasure that both of her breasts felt as they looked. Curvy in all the important places. Soft where she was supposed to be cushioned. She gave me another one of her delightful pecks on my lips. I even suspected she added a little tongue, but the moment was too brief to be sure. I dreamed too much of her, that was a given.

“So mum, you have some soft spots for me after all.”

“Don’t think too hard of me Girt. Some things cannot be helped. Oh, my boy. I love you. Go, Girt, go now and come back a man.”

Undressing took longer than stepping into the deerskin. The man did not have shoes on so I pulled off my socks as well. After a last short embrace with mum, I stepped outside. The man looked at me with approval and said,

“Very good Bhavishya. Bring your laptop in a backpack, hurry, we have distances to cover, stay behind me. No talking.”

I was not going to argue with that, but I ran upstairs to get the adapter as well. Stepping out of the door once more I saw he had already left in the opposite direction of our village into the woods.

The man walked with big steps and after closing the gap I had to trot a little every three steps to maintain his pace.

Inside the house, the man had also said we had distances to cover so I walked, trotted and sometimes ran behind the man without thinking, my mind free to wander. Vaguely I noticed the mountains on the horizon shift a little but other than that I did not think about what was happening or where we were going. I did not even care how long we were underway.

In my trance, I almost missed the man had stopped. Only half a meter behind him I almost stopped walking as well and very softly bumped into him on purpose.

“Sir, do you know your brake lights malfunction?”

“I do not have…..”, he wanted to answer but stopped talking, realizing I had him.

“You may call me Amaqjuaq, it means the strong one, but I think you are as strong as me Bhavishya. How can that be? How can it be you are right behind me and you are not whining?”

“Being the pup Amaqjuaq, I would think I came with you to learn, now I suspect you want to learn from me.”

“Aha, there is the adolescent. I was starting to believe he was already gone. You make me a happy man today. Bhavishya, I am asking you questions so you can learn from them. The questions I ask you are not about knowledge or applied science you can just learn to answer, I am asking you questions you have to seek answers to within yourself.”

“Sir, I could keep up with you because I run to school and back every day so a walk in the woods is not really a challenge. The running I do every day, I do barefoot, so again, a walk in the woods is not really challenging. And lastly, I had to walk behind you with a ban on speaking so I had all the opportunity to let my mind wander off.”

“Hahahahaha. Wonderful Bhavishya. Hahaha. Did Alasie, the honest one with nobility, tell you how long this initiation of yours would last?”

“A few months, Amaqjuaq.”

“Indeed she did, Bhavishya, my bad, my bad. I am afraid it will take years in your case. Oh my, you are so far ahead of all others, oh my.”

Amaqjuaq took a handful of leaves out of his satchel and gave half of them to me saying,

“Chew these leaves Bhavishya, do not eat them and spit the pulp out when their minty taste is gone. The produce of chewing these leaves will help you open your spirit. We will walk again in 25 minutes. But first tell me, where did your mind wander during our first stint of walking.”

“Firstly I went to see mum. At this moment she should be cooking, but I had trouble to visualize that. Multiple times in fact. Other images of mum in my fantasy created some sort of overlay, it bothered me so much that I either tried again or fantasized of Vicky.”

“What was your mother doing in those overlays Bhavishya?”

“Hmm, she uhm, was uhm, doing some uhm, stuff, Amaqjuaq.”

“Tell me uhm, about the, uhm stuff, Bhavishya.”

“She uhh, she was playing Amaqjuag. I was fantasizing she was playing with her uhm fingers, in her uhm, with herself.”

“Good Bhavishya, honesty, very important. Now Bhavishya. Whenever you saw Avasie playing with herself in your mind, did she ever reach gratification?”

“No Amaqjuaq, how could I fantasize about that, I have never seen her do that in real life.”

“Oh Bhavishya, so you have seen Alasie fingering herself in real life?”

“No Amaqjuaq, I did not, I just thought……I don’t know, I mean….”

“Bhavishya! Concentrate on your Alasie now, what is she doing and more importantly, where is your Alasie when you find her with your mind. And when you do find her, tell her to come.”

“Oh, you make it easy for me Amaqjuaq. Mum is in the backseat of a car. I like that. She is wearing a short skirt and a blouse. Her blouse is opened and she is playing with her tits with her left hand. Her right hand is near her crotch. Now she puts two fingers in her cunt, oh man, she is so wet.