Dan felt cool grass underneath his feet. This seemed a little strange to Dan because just before he had passed
out he had been wearing shoes, in fact Dan had been pretty sure he had been wearing clothes. Wherever he was,
he was completely naked.
He took in his surroundings. The first thing he noticed is that while it was “night”, the sky was filled with
unfamiliar constellations, large alien planets.
The most significant feature of this strange place was the largest ash tree Dan had ever seen. It was
gargantuan in size, spanning at least a kilometre in diameter. It just seemed to keep going up taller and
taller.
Surrounding the giant tree were fields luminescent tulips and daisies, their hues mixed shades yellow, light
blue, pink and purple. The flowers stood tall waving idly back and forth with a gentle breeze, almost in
reverence to the godly tree before them. Dan noticed a path leading through the field, beaten down and well
established. Obviously, generation after generation have been following this path for eons
Dan followed the path, idly admiring the flowers, which appeared to react to his presence by moving in
formation in waves and swirls. Dan couldn't get too preoccupied, somewhere around here Patrick needed Dan. He
walked down this path for what seemed like forever. The entire place was all to quiet. As Dan got closer to
the tree, its scale become all the more immense.
The path lead Dan underneath the roots of the tree, In the distance he saw Patrick. He was standing with his
back to Dan, on a stone platform suspended over water. Dangling over the platform was a smaller tree heavy
with fruit. Whatever changes were happening to him at home, they appeared to be completed here. Patrick was
now a ginger God, statuesque in stature (even compared to before) with inhumanly oportioned biceps and quads,
his body covered by dense red fur. Am I too late? Dan thought.
Dan decided to approach carefully, not wanting to surprise him. “Patrick..” he sheepishly called. Patrick
looked over his shoulder a little, dismissing thinking he was mistaken. “Patrick!” turned himself around and
instantly recognised Dan.
Patrick's brightened up in a way which Dan had previously never thought possible. He got up and ran towards
Dan. He had the enthusiasm and energy of a puppy racing to meet his Master as he returns home, but he had the
intensity and force of a charging bull. Patrick lifted Dan off ground and wrapped his arms around Dan in the
strongest embrace he had ever felt. With his head pressed against the ginger's massive hairy pecs and the
braided beard which had now grown down to his waist, Dan couldn't breath. He he felt his eyes were just about
to pop out of the sockets. “I thought you would never get here?” Patrick cried. As best he could, Dan beat
against the wall of meat, squirming for release.
The penny dropped and Patrick put Dan down, but continued to hold onto Dan. The feeling of naked skin to naked
skin was an overpowering sensation for Patrick. His mammoth cock stirred. “Sorry” Patrick said sheepishly
clearly feeling self conscious as Dan felt pre-cum oozing pooling between their feet. For a moment the two
just stood there enjoying the moment.
Patrick bent down and kissed Dan on the lips. Despite his strength and stature, Patrick's kiss was soft and
tender – his tongue carefully exploring Dan's mouth. Upping the ante, Dan forcefully drove his tongue down
Patrick's throat, biting Patrick's lip and bighting down on on his meaty neck, leaving plum-purple bruises.
Patrick moaned in pleasure. He face scrunched his mammoth testicles tightened as he let forth a torrent of
tick cum, shooting several feet. Most of it landing in the water.
Patrick gave Dan a little bit of space. “How long have you been here?” Dan inquired.
Back where they came from, Patrick has only had only been unconscious for a couple of minutes. But from the
way Patrick was acting it seemed much much longer.
“I don't know, hours... weeks... months. There is no day/night cycles around here. It's difficult to tell”
“And where exactly is 'here'?”
Patrick smiled. “Yggdrasil, of course! This tree supplies is the source of all life and energy in the cosmos.
It's not quite right to describe here as a “place”. It's not real... but it kind of is... in a way. It's hard
to explain.”
Dan was truly lost. “Well, when a ginger initiates changes he becomes hyper receptive to a special wave
frequency, which we call the Yggdrasil-Resonance – which is present on a sub-atomic level in all matter. Like
regular human beings can't see infra-red, most people are innert to Y.R.... for Gingers it's like tuning a
radio to the correct channel- his body fortifies as best it can to become a conduit, harnessing Y.R and
himself and and the fabric of reality, and in doing so becomes a 'god'.
A flash of consideration crossed over Dan – The Chronovac! “Would it be possible for someone to harness the
Yggdrasil Resonance mechanically?” Asked Dan.
“It's certainly would be difficult, but not impossible. All they would have to do be able to tap into the
right energy harmonic. Only an foolish person would try though. Normally a ginger who harnesses this power can
utilise it unsustainably – unless he is bound of course. Without binding it's like opening yourself up to the
whole universe, but the more a ginger taps into the Y.R the more stress his body is exposed to. That's because
his body acts as a buffer, taking a penalty rather than having the effects ripple onwards. Without the right
safeguards...” Patrick trailed off looked a little grave.
“Anyway” he continued. Changing the topic “My physical change is complete. Now I'm here to 'throw the switch'
as it were... and you're here connected through me. I can't express how thankful I am. I'm so glad I waited.”
“Why did you wait for me?” Dan asked.
“Because what I'm about to do. I need you here for.”