XVI HE

Thanks to the fact that The Ficanian Psychics stayed away from the city, the plague did not spread further. Lucky for NastreenXCaemino. Alfie grew up and sired Vannon. Vannon gave birth to a son, He. And He fell in love with Anatouri. And NamastFinger knew all this at the exact moment he stepped into a bar on the outskirts of Carouge. One look and she knew everything. She has matured across time and space. She saw Fork wandering through the neesmus. She saw Fork standing by The Ficanian Psychics. She saw his agonizing death. She saw Anyenna of Lucien enduring the indignities of the frogheadie government, the oppression of Alfie, and his bullying by the clams of the mountains.

She saw Vannon raped by the Kraysleevad, and she saw Him - and she hated Him with all her heart. She hated Him for taking Anatouri away from her. Strange, she thought. She thought it would bring her peace. But she loved Anatouri too much for that. And now she's dead, too. And I'm going to die too, she thought. And where wouldn't she.

She shot Him, and because she had matured in time and space, she shot not only Him, but herself at Aktamo temple, and also MahammuFlaytra. Yes. That's right. Willingly, NamastFinger must accept the fact that she is multidimensional. She's not only moving here, but she's currently moving in the dimension of ShouCheTu. Those who fall in love with her begin to live parallel lives, and their existence splits, scatters, depending on how many lives she herself is living at any given moment. That's why she never told anyone about herself. And anyone who thought they had discovered a glimmer of her past in Kavantar laughed quietly. But she liked ArtFork.

More than that. She loved him. It wasn't her fault that her multidimensional heart had split even in love. Just as she couldn't help it that The Ficanian Psychics had bestowed such a Fate on ArtFork. But if she herself could still choose, she would choose revenge. She'll get revenge on MahammuFlaytra for giving her life and then throwing it away.

He is the one behind all this misfortune. Too bad anyone who tarnishes the Morean beauty gets some of her eternity. If MahammuFlaytra had not taken one Morean beauty under his desk in the office and screwed her, she might not have been born even NamastFinger and lived such a miserable life. And ArtFork rescued one such Moreian Beauty.

And that was NamastFinger's chance at life. She met Fork a long time ago. Since then, she had only aged, and since the Morean beauties were killed young, no one knew what they looked like when they were old. As NamastFinger. NamastFinger survived and met Fork a second time. Even back then, when he was first time they questioned him, she sat with a glass with protrusions in her hand, looking at the ground. She was afraid Fork would recognize her. But Fork - how could he recognize her. But his tortured heart knew. He knew that NamastFinger meant something to him.

The Ficanian Psychics said, you find Anyenna of Lucien, beget a son, and then perish. But they didn't say whether to look for Anyenna now or later. And he had that free will. And so he just went after the Morean beauties he saw in chains and did some more good. He hid with one of them for a while in the neesmus, and when he secretly left the neesmus at night and went to Kavantar to get food, Anyenna came upon him. She measured him while taking the fonkas. And because she was no dumb Fican, she followed him and eventually helped him.

She took NamastFinger in with Fork, and Fork fell in love with Anyenna, but died really quickly shortly afterwards. The origins of the anthrax were never clarified, but it was said to come from the heartstrings of all Soldiers. It was lucky that NamastFinger was in Anyenna's house, because the Moreian Beauties spread something like a natural ozone, which eradicates all diseases in the area.

So Anyenna couldn't get infected and gave birth to her son in peace. Too bad Fork was already riddled with the disease. She just couldn't help the infected. NamastFinger lived with Anyenna and her son until the end of their lives. After that, she looked different and was able to leave in peace. It's just that the Moreian Beauties hatch into a different form. She still lived nearby and watched the children grow up and live their lives.

For a while, she became a secondgeneration cablewayer. And then it was time for her to move on. And so she went to NastreenXCaemino. Strange, she thought to herself. How life would have unfolded differently if she had stayed. But the separation from Kavantar had awakened her resentment. She had seen Leon of Baksheer before she shot herself at Aktamo Temple. She saw that she had to die herself so that ArtFork could go to island.

"Leon of Baksheer," she laughed. He was the one who had helped her convince The Ficanian Psychics to give Fork a second chance. She would never have gotten through to them herself because of her multidimensional exploits. And Leon, a pure soul, walked past The Ficanian Justice, reached The Ficanian Psychics, and made a plea from the bottom of his sincere heart to save Fork in the name of NamastFinger..

It was NamastFinger who helped him from the the meectskeean dust mine. How else would he have gotten to NastreenXCaemino? He'd do anything for her. And so it came to pass that The Ficanian Psychics traded NamastFinger's life for ArtFork's. That's why Baksh shouted the name ArtFork when NamastFinger shot across time and space.

She had to get proof that The Ficanian Psychics would return a life to ArtFork in exchange for her fican life. That's why Baksh lost his mind. So that no one would know what The Ficanian Psychics can do to interfere with Destiny. The death of Baksh? A tolerable price to pay for a few quintans of happiness in NastreenXCaemino. And as you already know, Leon of Baksheer would have lived a worse fate anyway, so there's no reason to feel sorry for him.

And ArtFork just woke up one morning and was back. That's why ZhaBeyMeem was so annoyed, who was glad ArtFork is be gone for good. And now he was back! Sometimes it takes very little to hate. Hayx of Vanon would probably laugh the hardest. I wonder what ArtFork was thinking when he sang that song to NamastFinger? Art didn't know, but NamastFinger did, only she was already snoozing - and she couldn't tell Fork anyway.

"Moha, moha, tapla cshmee, hooo, tapla tapla veynoonoo, coman tamen psee. Moha, moha," - and if he hadn't started laughing, he would have added "ShouCheTu." "How nice to see you after all these quintans of space travel. How nice to see you on the ShouCheTu." When NamastFinger was dying, her Fican self died. But Fork didn't know that. Now he was sitting aboard the The GYWSAIN, Go Yest Whereas Sensible Ay Isn't, waiting for takeoff.

"You want something, Fork?" Flaehie asked him. "A cockney lollipop?" he teased her. "E-e," she shook her head. "Better buckle up. And give me the jaw replacements," she held out her hand, "and the hat and your koleyms," and Fork handed it to her, "Oh, shmurzaa, I'd forgotten how ugly you are." ArtFork could still see Droomhal and Mahan getting in.

"Who's it with?" He wondered. "Pfff," Fork snorted. "Well, let him shag with whoever he wants." "Dear passengers. Please make yourselves comfortable in your seats. We're about to take off." And before ArtFork knew it, he was flying through the quantum foam to island. At the same moment, the dimension of Moshquenseer broke through and FX6FEE became the shadow planet. Only the Bacish thracs flitted about, the Ckseeman oilley frolicked beneath the maplepeak, the uglpigs feasted on the bark of the chasemebasee, and the Moreian Beauties adorned their hair with the Fluffy feathers of the Voleymanean tripleti.

Fork fell in love with Anyenna, but died really quickly shortly afterwards.