The Shining Lie/Forever Never


Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by Cheryl Pennington



As the Sorceress frantically works to warn her friend in the Garden of the vision she saw, the dark force continues its slow path to where M’na lies sleeping peacefully next to her companion, certain of the gift she will soon receive from her Mothers in Eternity. Little does she understand that gifts come in many packages, and not all are what they seem…….



The Lie that Shines




Backing slowly away from the doorway where the Daughter of Domhan lay peacefully asleep,  It stretched each glistening leg and admired It’s handiwork,  breathing in the night air and feeling victorious even at this early stage of the plan. Focusing once more on that tiny place withing Its soul, where the Light of Eternity was not smothered, It began to draw energy, like blowing on the last glowing ember of a cold, dead fire. It needed this energy to maintain the transformation; and Ar’tine marveled that the Light did feel glorious inside his being.
Why, oh why couldn’t He just succumb to Eternity’s call, he mused for a mere moment before remembering, once again, the pride which consumed him.  What, he reminded himself, was grand in being like everything else in existence-plain and with nothing to call his own?  He/It knew he could be morehave more-and this was the only way to greatness in the eyes of The Creator.  The lie was deeply engrained within his soul now. Still, his detached appreciation for the Light would benefit him now as he clung to its brilliance long enough to call his prey from her bed of hopes and dreams.
Ar’tine had been with Bandia long enough to be able to emulate her voice, especially to one who was enveloped by the mists of deep sleep; and He would make certain she remained under the influence of dreams’ shadows.

Trying his new voice, he called to the innocent. “M’na?”  Too coarse. Soften it, he thought.  Then again, this time with near perfection, he produced an impressive imitation of his beloved Bandia’s voice as he beckoned his prey to attention. 

“Daughter M’na, come to me now in the Inner Garden. I am here as you desired it. I have heard your whispers.”

M’na stirred next to Fireann. The hand she had resting on his muscular arm fell to her chest. He did not move. Had  she heard a voice? She opened her eyes briefly,  but soon succumbed to the seduction of sleep again.  Her lids felt heavy and she began to slowly close them; but the voice came again, this time more urgently-and she was certain that it was speaking to her.

“M’na! Awaken Daughter!”  Was it a female voice?  She thought it seemed so, but it seemed to come from so very far away.  Rubbing her eyes, she thought it must be a dream. Forcing her clouded mind awake, she pushed herself up onto her elbows and tried to listen intently, at first only hearing the soft, rapid beat of her own heart.  How she wanted to return to blissful sleep.  Then it came!  Only this time the voice spoke with more urgency, more command.

“My Daughter, you must rise from your sleep and come to me in the Inner Garden at once.”  M’na’s heart fluttered frantically in her chest now; for in her mind there was no mistaking that it was the call of her Mother Bandia! What could be she want?  Was she answering M’na’s prayers even before they made ceremony?  The Daughter of Domhan pushed the hair back from her face as she tried to find reason in this strange moment.  Perhaps the will to create was so strong in both females that the goddess could sense their desire without any ceremony.

She looked at her companion, sleeping so soundly and without a troubled thought.  Should she rouse Fireann?  No. She saw no reason to disturb him now, for surely he would be alarmed and wake their child.

Instead, she quickly and quietly climbed out of their bed and tiptoed to the doorway. Peering through the opening into the dark night she saw nothing but the soft glow of moonlight as it cast shadowy illumination across the clearing. In that moment the voice found her again, even more insistent than before. .

“Hurry, Daughter!  I don’t know how long I can remain in this physical form.  The veil grows heavier as I wait…”  The voice echoed as it floated on the night breeze.

 Somewhere deep within the core of M’na was a small voice that cried out for her to listen more carefully, to note that the voice was indeed very different from that of the Goddess she had come to know so well.  But that other voice, the lonely one that lived in the dark crescent of her beautiful soul was more audible, drowning out the voice of reason.  It was time to ask the Mother for another child! She wouldn’t have to wait another moment.

Becoming so excited about this prospect, she ceased wondering and leapt out into the night, nearly losing her footing as she landed on the soft earth. “Achh!”  A tiny exclamation escaped her lips; but she froze and cupped her hand over her mouth. No need to wake Fireann. He and Amhain had spent a full day together, foraging and exploring. Amhain never seemed to get enough of the wild things on his world. She peered over her shoulder into the dwelling where her beloved lay.  Fireann shifted and rolled over but did not awaken.

With one last look at the dark images of her family asleep in their home, M’na hurried away from the clearing and ventured into the damp, dark forest, following her heart’s remembrance to guide her to the Inner Garden. She held the vision of it clearly in her mind with great longing, focusing so intently on her desire that she scarcely noticed the brambles that reached out in the darkness, the thin fingers of Domhan’s heart that tried to hold her back, thorns that scratched her smooth skin as she struggled to keep her arms and legs free. She never heard the manic cries of the crawling creatures as they called to her senses; and she merely swatted at the night flies, their lights flashing wildly as they buzzed her face, begging her to listen.  Even the sorrowful howl of the night hunter did not slow her steps.

She never heard Naofa’s pleas for her to stop and listen as she watched-helpless-the innocent and trusting M’na make her way deeper into the forest. Noafa grasped at the vaporous mists, feeling if only she could touch her friend she could hold M’na back.  It was all in vain as she flung her arms into the thin air before her.  As her mind raced wildly,  Noafa decided it was time to call upon Mother Bandia herself.  She could do nothing to stop whatever might be happening in the Garden right now, but the Goddess may be able to. Perhaps she could move to save her Daughter from whatever fate this dark God had in mind. Who could know, even with his supposed transformation, what agenda he carried within his own soul.


Naofa quieted her mind and pushed her terrifying thoughts of the physical from her consciousness. It took so much effort to connect to Spirit when she was distracted. Breathing, chanting, she called upon the Feminine powers in the Eternal Realm.  “Mothers, Bandia and Inion, in the name of all that is Light  I summon you now.  I need counsel, for the Keeper of our world is in true danger. I fear for her safety and for that of her family”…..again and again she chanted her request so that soon her words were as a song upon the night wind, wafting out of her doorway and up to the heavens. “In the name of Light, in the name of Mor…hear me…please.”

The Creators, deep within the Eternal Realm where they worked to prepare As’me for her incarnation, eventually heard the desperate cries for help; but that would come too late to intervene in this drama of deception. For even as Bandia made her way to Domhan, destiny was playing its role in the Garden.

(Mor did not intervene for he knew Ar’tine would not harm M’na-not now. Its Son and Daughters would need to learn to care for their Leanai more carefully, more attentively, for their children were becoming more independent and their Creators less observant.)

Fearing that she had forgotten the way to the Inner Garden, M’na was beginning to panic. Just as she decided she must turn back and return to their home, the voice came again.. (not when she is this close, It thought.)
“This way..daughter.  You’re nearly here,” the soothing voice came to guide her.  The tone of her Mother’s voice seemed strange to her memory, for underneath the obvious feminine quality, she sensed something else… but she couldn’t discern it. Her mind was still feeling so muddled; and it would be alright, of course,  because the loving voice was guiding her to the Garden after all..

Turning in the direction it was coming from M’na was recognizing the path now and-yes- there it was! The arching vines that concealed the entrance so well were already slightly parted, as though someone had prepared the way for her. Of course. It must have been her Mother.

M’na stumbled in, thankful to be out of the dampness of the forest.  It was always perfectly temperate in the garden of peace and comfort. The fragrance from its flowers instantly filled her senses, as did another, strange scent.  Not being able to properly place it, M’na was hesitant for a moment; but the vapors calmed her fears as she felt a heady numbness invade her mind. It was not altogether unpleasant and helped to quell her momentary doubt. 

She began to look around for Mother Bandia and opened her mouth to call out to the Goddess; but she heard a rustling behind her and turned to greet the goddess.  Frozen now, her arms hung limply at her sides and her mouth dropped open in awe as she stared at the vision before her.  What she now saw standing in the Garden was not the goddess Bandia at all.  What was calling to her, what wanted her so urgently, she now recognized as the great, glistening, eight legged form of Inion.

The creature that was waiting impatiently for the confused female was the same brilliant spider that Inion became as her physical self during their celebration; but now she seemed cloaked in a grey mist. M’na blinked, for her eyes were so hazy and heavy with drowsiness.  She tried to rub them clear but to no avail.  Inion(It) shifted on Her legs, smiling down at her daughter. Was She smiling?  That grin seemed more a gaping hole to some small, alarmed place within M’na’s being. 

Where was the sense of comfort that was usual with her Mother’s presence?  If M’na hadn’t felt so numb she might have become frightened. She should have become frightened. But she stood glued to the spot-unable, or unwilling, to move. The thing on eight legs, shining under the moon, looked lovingly down at M’na. It was indeed love, but not that of Mother Inion. It was the lust of one who has just seen its Salvation delivered in a lovely package.
“Come closer, Daughter,” It whispered through the fog in her head.  M’na saw that behind Inion was the Tree of Living Nectar, that very one from which Mother Bandia drew the sweet drops that produced the miracle of Amhain’s birth. She stepped nearer to the tree, not paying much attention to the thing calling itself Daughter of Mor. Curious, she reached out to touch the scarred place where the first cuts had been made. Although the skin of the tree was smooth, the place where the scar remained had grown over roughly, with little bubbles of clear hard knots, as did blood after one has been wounded. She tried to pry some off with her fingernail but found it immovable.  The apparition spoke again, stirring M’na from her serious scrutiny of the tree.

“My Daughter, we have heard your heart’s cry for another child. All in the Eternal Realm have seen that your young son has been a blessing to Domhan; and the moment has arrived to add to this world’s life force. It is with love that I brought you here tonight.”(emphasis on the love) ‘Too much?’ wondered the dark God.

M’na’s hazy brain was trying to untangle the knots of confusion. ‘Looks like Inion, sort of sounds like Mother Bandia, wants to grant me my heart’s greatest desire’…These were the mangled echoes of reasoning going on inside her drugged head. Ar’tine made sure there were enough noxious vapors to cloud her thoughts so that she could never surmount the peak of numbness and confusion.  M’na waited for Inion to follow the ritual as Bandia had done before, to break a giant leaf from the tree, to use a pointed stick and puncture its smooth skin, gathering the syrupy amber fluid that would drip from the wound. She wondered in her stupor why Inion hadn’t moved to do anything yet.
Ar’tine was forbidden to physically touch anything on Domhan; and doing so would reveal his true Essence to this innocent.  But of course M’na didn’t know this any more than she knew this was not her beloved Mother of Light. Sensing her hesitation, the god realized what she was waiting for, and quickly worked to dispel any question that was arising within her thoughts.

“This time you must collect the nectar,” offered the white, shining liar. “You have proven yourself worthy of this gift in the eyes of your Mothers; and it will now be your own gift to Fireann as you present him with the liquor of life on this very night. Then you will know again the ecstasy of Creation. You would like that,,(grinning again)…wouldn’t you?”

(And I would like it as well, thought the dark one, eager to share that particular sensation as it rippled throughout all of existence)

M’na would have sworn she saw Its mouth sneering rather than smiling, but then again…things were so fuzzy.. 

Ar’tine was struggling to keep his patience with M’na, beautiful though she was.  He was now aware of Naofa’s discovery and knew that soon all of Eternity’s children would converge upon him to chastise his actions and spoil his plan.  But no matter.  The seed would be planted before they could arrive; and they would still have to give As’me the life that was promised.  The life he waited for.  And what greater life could his daughter have than to be here in the Garden? She deserved it. None would deny that.  Once they realized that it had been his overpowering love for his Creation that drove him to these impetuous actions, all would be forgiven and he could share in her life. Ar’tine’s tree of delusions had many branches.

M’na, in her drugged and weakened state, struggled as she tried to free a sharp twig from a nearby tree.  Impatiently Inion-in-Guise nudged the branch, helping her to break it loose.  Stumbling back to the Tree of Creation, aiming for a point just next to the first wound, and thrust the sharp wood into the soft, smooth bark. Did she hear a soft scream somewhere?  Immediately it began to ooze  thick, amber sweetness, the effects of which she was recalling with new vigor.  Inion/It pointed to a low branch that hung heavy with large, fuzzy leaves. Again it confused M’na that Inion hadn’t simply given her what she needed.  She missed her Mother’s touch of tenderness. And she noticed something else about the creature. 

The spider’s gaze only moments before had seemed full of the Light of Eternity, shining brilliantly across the Garden..Then It blinked. M’na blinked. Was that the red glow of firelight in Inion’s eyes?  She blinked again. No. Only white glimmer, but with a small fleck of slate in the center. So interesting…her mind trailed after this morsel.

“Careful, my dear, you don’t want to waste it, now.” Looking back at the place where she wounded the tree,  M’na placed the leaf where it bled honey colored liquid from its life giving vein. Once she had collected more than a few drops, she pushed away from the trunk to steady herself. She felt so dizzy…

“But, Mother, we planned to commune with you tomorrow night..” she began.  She was going to reveal the plan of both women to request the gift of creation within themselves; but Inion-It was interrupted her.

“Your Mothers know your heart’s desires before you even ask. We have seen the miracle in your son and hope perhaps now..a daughter will be as fortuitous a gift to humankind. And of course the kinship for you as a female will be great.”  It smiled again. Again she wasn’t sure if it was a smile or a sneer. What was it about the way the shining apparition spoke that made her uneasy? 

“Go quickly now and wake your companion.  Why wait any longer when you hold so much Love (and power) right there in your hand? The night is still upon you and there is time. But hurry. This is Eternity’s desire.”

M’na had no strength left to argue. She looked at the glistening, dewy nectar in the leaf she was holding, then back at the wound she had created in the tree. The low-hanging fruits seemed darker and more luxurious than they had before. Curious, she thought.  When Mother Bandia gathered the nectar, the spot from where she had drawn the fluid immediately closed over, sealed with a few crystalline drops. Now the sap continued to ooze from the opening, dripping profusely down the bark of the tree.  M’na thought for an instant that it looked like it was weeping…

“Go, now!” Spider-It snapped, knowing the others would be coming.  Startled at the abruptness in her Mother’s voice,  M’na was nearly stunned into full consciousness.  She thought she saw dark edges beginning to form around her Mother Inion. There was a wispiness to her form and M’na smelled something foul.  Was it charred wood? Or was it something rotting?
“My daughter,” it soothed, “Aren’t you eager to begin this new creation?”  The sound of Its voice dripping with a nectar of its own along with the heavy vapors soothed her once more.  She peered into the liquid that was pooled in the leaf, and awakened again was the flush of passion that was born between she and Fireann the night they created Amhain. Even without the liquid to warm her insides, she began to feel her legs weaken as her body came alive.
“Thank you Mother Inion, we are so grateful for this blessing,” she began.  But Ar’tine sensed her passion rising; and he was not without his own selfish desires, and so bade her to linger no more.

“Yes, I understand. Go quickly, before the night passes.  I am with you, Daughter,”  It said, trying to restore some semblance of Motherly tenderness to its voice. (We are ALL with you, It thought.)  M’na hurried back to the clearing, and this time the brambles didn’t bother to hinder her progress. What use would it have been to try to delay her now?  The Daughter of Domhan was on the path to Create and they were but a mere part of her Creation, after all. 

The hungry female never looked back as she left the Inner Garden.  She never saw the enormous shining creature take Its last lusty breaths of Domhan’s sweet air as It drew in upon Its own glistening white bod;  and she never heard the squishing sound as it pulled its eight legs towards its center before curling itself completely into a white strand that slid across the grasses of her sanctuary.

 Once through the arches the strand spread, growing grayer as it retraced M’na’s steps down the dirt path; and by the time it re-entered the clearing, it had once more become the dark form of chaos that first entered the atmosphere of their peaceful world-a chaos lit by the faint glow of red light.

M’na quietly slipped back inside the dwelling, fearful that the pounding of her heart was so loud it would surely awaken her young son, sleeping soundly in his bed.  She tiptoed to his doorway and watched him there for a moment, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.  She lowered the cloth over his doorway so that his view to her own bed would be blocked.  Walking to where Fireann lay, she gently  sat down beside him, her senses fully restored and completely certain that what she had seen was no less than a divine vision. All questions that tried to invade her thoughts  before had vanished.  She convinced herself that what she now held in her hand was truly a gift from the Eternal Realm. Forgotten were the inconsistencies she had sensed, gone was the apprehension that gnawed at her conscience. She touched his shoulder.

Fireann arose sleepily, his weight supported by one elbow as she recounted the events in the Inner Garden.  She repeated the words of Mother Inion, and showed him the gift she had received.  Forgotten was her fear, apprehension and hesitation.  She vowed they would still hold the ceremony for Eagna and Eolas; but for now, they had received their own gift of Creation from the blessed Mothers. As she offered up the precious liquid within the leaf, she ignored the questioning look in his eyes, looked beyond the honest trust he held for her as the Keeper of this world and felt she was doing what Spirit wanted.  He obediently took the nectar, leaving her a share.
When it was her turn, M’na hungrily emptied the leaf;  and before the syrup found its way into her belly, her mouth was on Fireann’s, feeling the heat rising within and tasting the liquid that their tongues shared. Faintly, she sensed that it didn’t seem as sweet. There was an underlying bitterness she hadn’t noticed the first time.
This thought became quickly overshadowed by the vision of his face above hers, their hands touching one another, and their bodies entwined; only this time their passion was shared upon the bed that stood above the floor. How far they had come since that first union in the grasses under the stars, yet how akin this felt to that other time in spite of the changes.  They had to stifle their cries of ecstasy for they did not want Amhain to awaken and observe their ritual. Someday he would know the joy of creation; but tonight he would not know of its perfection.
Still,  there was a Watcher. Outside the open doorway, in the shadows not lit by the moon, there swirled a dark mist. It pulsated with a faint red glow of excitement as it felt their passion and knew Its own ecstasy.  Ar’tine would be gone long before the family awoke to the morning light streaming in through the windows; but his interference was already being scrutinized within the Realm.

M’na awoke to the light of dawn filled with new hope and satisfaction…and a deep aching in her head, although she couldn’t understand why.

to be continued……

16 thoughts on “The Shining Lie/Forever Never

  1. Another very beautiful episode,enjoyed it very much! Cheryl
    Your story is very intreguing,and keeps me/ us wanting more,lol
    Wish I had as much talent for writing as you do,and the patience fir it as well,lol


    1. Thanks Marion, for reading and following my tale. It is actually a very nice escape for me to go there when I am writing each new chapter. I appreciate your comments and am glad you’re enjoying it.


  2. You know your world well, and that comes across in what you write. Like Damyanti, I love the details that add authenticity, and particularly like it when the language you use flows: ‘The fragrance from its flowers instantly filled her senses …’ The lyrical phrasing adds to the almost poetic other-worldliness of what you’ve created.


    1. No Peter, no spoilers. Just a bit of anxiety relief. 😉thank you again. And I look forward to the day you expound on the adventures in the universtiy. What other nightmares besides the kanic pencil lie within those bleak halls?


  3. Time didn’t allow me to read this sooner when I should have been the first! I have really had great fun reading it, though. I must again complain of the suspense. I’m thinking, “What’s M’na going to bring forth into such a wonderful world? What’s in her belly?” But I realize this installment is done! Where is the rest?

    There is great terror in watching an innocent person deceived by an evil being. Like this twisted Ar’tine deceiving M’na for his wretched goals. And he succeeds! I thought Naofa’s request would be answered sooner, before the monster achieved Its purpose. I felt bad about it; at the same time I felt good. I wanted him to be stopped and at the same time wanted him to succeed. Now I must know what transpired after the Gods of Light realized what he had done. And what became of M’na’s pregnancy! I’m beginning to fear that this world that I have so fallen in love with, these beautiful people, are going to end up like us. I hate us, the way we are, our condition. I don’t want these sweet beings to be like us, struggling against relentless evil, giving up, furthering it, nurturing it, defeated, complaining, crying to God who seems to have stopped listening. Please, don’t make these people be like us. My heart is stirring, my passions surge with horror, at the fate that awaits M’na and Domhan. It is not her fault. It is not Domhan’s fault. The Gods of Light must deal with Ar’tine, not her. They must not curse her and banish her from the Garden. They must not curse Domhan to start producing poisons and violence. If they do, then you must save me from sorrow and heartbreak. I am tired of sorrows and heartbreaks. And why was Naofa too slow? Why didn’t she seek the gods’ help as sooner as she sensed the Spider-thing? I wonder. It builds the plot, anyway.

    Hey, don’t keep me waiting for too long. I am hungry.


    1. First of all, my dear friend, Peter, thank you for reading. I must confess that I await your reviews more eagerly than nay other because I feel you are invested in the unfolding of my world of Domhan. So without revealing too much, let me assure you that the typical is not happening because this is not a metaphysical horror story that is taking place. This is a progression with the attempt to understand how what we now define as evil was born and thus evolved. It was an error and continues to be so.
      I will say this. There is no evil that will be born to M’na but heartbreak is ceryainly in her future. I hope you stick with me though, for there is much good to come before such a time. Ar’tine admires the Mother in the Garden, which is why he wants the reincarnation of his As’me to know her as her own mother. He thinks he is only pushing forward a plan which would inevitably come about anyway. He is a spoiled child, ungrateful and impatient.if you remember that Eternity only knows unconditional Love for its creations, you can be assured there is no punishment for their innocent error. We have, in our society as humans created a God in our own image rather than the other way around, as far as I am concerned. WE are angry. WE are jealous. WE judge. Not a loving parent. I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as I return home in a couple of days. Thanks again for reading and for your feedback. It helps so much. 😊


      1. I hope you are not giving me spoilers. But I shall hang on as long as I live. I am on an adventure myself. You are merely the tour guide.
        Happy week to you.


  4. She held the vision of it clearly in her mind with great longing, focusing so intently on her desire that she scarcely noticed the brambles that reached out in the darkness, the thin fingers of Domhan’s heart that tried to hold her back, thorns that scratched her smooth skin as she struggled to keep her arms and legs free.— I love details like this.


  5. This is enchanting. I just had the time to sit down to read this. You really need to write a book. Are you? Your words are powerful and immediately I was drawn it. Thank you for sharing this with us. (((HUGS))) Amy


    1. Well thank you so much for taking the time to read. Glad you liked this chapter. This part of my novel, which I am posting, a chapter or two at a time, on my blog. If at any time you would like to read previous chpater to better understand the story, just type in Forever/Never in the search bar and it will show all related posts. Someday soon I hope to create a section where they will be in one place. I think you will like My friends on Domhan. Tha ks agin for reading and leaving me a message! 🙂


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