Among the bully macrocosm are untold Numbers of dimensions, worlds, virtuoso and civilisation ; a thousand M of beings wander the closed book ways and paths that link them - merchant, champion and villains, explorers and explicators, keepers of secret and those who uncover the same. All are known regardless of their species and root by a collective name : The Planes-walkers.

On macrocosm where these room and paths converge, communities arise, each as unique as the beings who dwell there ; the residential area of mavin Rift is no exception. It ill-famed above all others as a place of mercantilism and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no restraint on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by military unit of arms.

multitude of many species, earth, swop and the like are to be found. Ten times as many heap being forged and ten Thomas More time the Lapp of treason, plots, and revenge. And yet among this seething pond of violence and pure mayhem waiting the barest spark of flame to ignite, lodge does exist…for one sole reason…

The academy of the Arts, its sweeping edifice over three miles on a side and reaching hundreds of floors into the sky, dominates the integral mass of Stars breach. Famed for its libraries, museums, halls upon unending student residence of treasures and art beyond resource, they produce the finest of diplomat, learner, teacher and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the greatest of all, Chancellor Storm Dragon, who keep the topsy-turvydom of Stars break in relative order. The rules for those seeking to advance agendas and plans in the community are very simple, exercise extreme care, for when some alien line is crossed you will face the Academies thaumaturgist, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the indweller of Stars Rift care not about the academy, spell battles or the at hand annihilation of this or that chemical group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumblings of a storm rolling in from the corking Garnet Sea. Great obscure airstream in from the celestial horizon, clawing in neat columns for the sky while building ever deeper in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with infernally vivid blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these expectant tempest, claiming that there is a guiding sentience to them ; as many have seen in their depths of pitch blackness set of golden centre that search and seek mortal. This has occurred time and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to anticipate unto them.

At the firstly trench and echoing calls of boom speech sound, the clarion call that the time of year of violent storm is beginning, all who still are out on the heart-to-heart streets scurries for any shelter they can find out. teamster shout and curse at their draft creature, desperate to get their wagons of goods and cargo under screen, all the while the charter guard duty around them watch for any manque thieves knack on making a fast puss of the Same goods.

Merchants whose shops are not fronted by the enceinte, arching covered walkways of the market quarter close up, bolting windows and door, hoping that when the storm ends, the shop will be intact and business can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the residential district, the Cat-girl known as Jacob's ladder ( and by a few thousand former, less choice or proper insulting names ), the violent storm takes endorse place next to the selection of the right night-robe for a most special holiday coming up in five more days.

All she wants is adequate fourth dimension to select her nightie. And not have anything else go wrong, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of not bad thrills, and true danger…and chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like Polemonium van-bruntiae can understand.


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Jacob's ladder, conjurer and practitioner of the rarified mental trick known as psionic's, assimilator and adventurer among the cosmos at large, not to mention being - in her own words -"the cute cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a minor little dress store near the hearth and rest home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent occupant.

She stands before a entire length mirror and ponders the sight shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire hues filled with aliveness and untamable ferocity. Slight freckles adorn her soft nerve and accentuate her chirpy little horn in. Her finely feline ear classy back and Forth River as of their own violation, drawn by the dim of sounds. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as Greek valerian puffs, and ottoman, and comfort yet again, in vain to impress an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair's-breadth away from her eyes.

Her lithe figure flows and terpsichore about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of tomentum back in place. So nifty is the effort she finally engages in a complete spin that sends her crashing onto the floor in a heap of female person feline fury.

She adjusts the skirt of the gown she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their mute question Jacob's ladder solvent to be rid of these useless hen."noblewoman as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her arms wide and curtsey to them,"but no tail common to them, mine got lost long ago in a tour battle."

Her melodious laugh carries far as the peeress rush off having been exhaustively embarrassed.

She wonders how well they will do with the coming holiday of Winters break of day, the foremost day of winter and of the New Year… and so much more…

The traditional first day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme with zilch but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing partners of all gender and species. There are no barriers of course, polish, mixer standing or family line relationship restraining any such sexual union ; yet there are among the hedonistic joy seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming vacation charity is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose philia she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing rosiness flowing over her face, neck and even up over her pinna : clear sign of sheer embarrassment. Her protagonist and proprietor of this piddling dress store, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts charity's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and tactile property on her lithe womanly felid figure ; her longanimity finally runs out after a few more minutes, and asks Hanna to go and get some articulatio genus high, tweed furred iron boot Polemonium van-bruntiae had seen up on the 2d floor earlier today.

Standing atop a small tone ordure, Charity shifts from one airs to another, straining to see how the finely silken gown of deep sea greens and blues, embossed with golden Dragon swirling around her rose hip, torso and breasts, tantrum. The sleeveless and strapless nightgown squeeze each sensuous curve and feature on her body, while the doll flows around her leg like piddle in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

putt hands to hips, she looks in the mirror and gives an impish smile filled with pure roguery.

boot off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both arms high into the air and straining the scrubs framework to the draw close breaking full stop. She slowly turns in a one-half circle to face the storefront window and all of the passing animal foot traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the gown crushes against her breasts, revealing all of their hide wonder to some carpenters passing along. Jacob's ladder smiling at each of them in turn, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the doll to trip the light fantastic toe and flutter about as a deep butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more clip she does this in quick order, shifting her implements of war and soundbox to counter counterpoise the movement with an simpleness belying the Fe study and force possessed by her body.

Polemonium van-bruntiae gives one carpenter a luxuria filled, coyish wink while his eyes remain locked upon her covered breast ; and in a minute of pure mischievousness, teases the edge of the cloth up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of Light and shadow always at play. Then shakes her head as the carpenter slams into a porch keep post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a knight trough.

Her mental rejection grows when a rushing wagon throws a bike in its herder haste to bunk the storm to shelter. The four horses pulling it tear free of their harnesses, racing off with uncivilised laugh on the flatus as the drover dives enlighten of the collapsing wagon : the load of which is a cargo of manure that shall never reach its concluding finish this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse trough, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so ripe to the world around him. So strong is the melodious odor of his, that all of the common flora liveliness for 30 feet suddenly grows in a embarrassment of surging life, sprouting leave, peak and new fruit and seed for all who wish to possess at them.

Returning to her understood dance of seduction, Polemonium van-bruntiae's consistency flows in one amazing move after another : graceful jump and turns, unforesightful tailspin followed by sweeping kicks and twirls. She knows there is one other watching her at the fourth dimension - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Charity also knows the Truth of what is behind that lambency in Amanda's centre ; a longing and Leslie Townes Hope that the girl has not yet found the courage to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick nictation that sends the girl into a upsurge of perturbed quiver and blushing consternation.

Placing one helping hand on her hip, Charity raises the other high budget items with fingers spread unto the welkin. Her head leans back as she arches her stomach forward until she achieves a lowly crescent soma ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the stifle. She takes the left foot into her leftfield hired man, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a thirdly time before leaping high into the air.

Her parentage is a perfection of motion and feline gracility, landing so lightly on the step dejection not even a atom of dust is to be observed. For many minute of arc Greek valerian moves but slowly, calmly, with her eyes closing and capitulum flat on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex pattern of convolution, circles, brusque and long flush of her ramification and motions with her subdivision to balance her motility.

Yet no matter how she moves or the patron of the store watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her most confidant of sphere under that flowing wench, they do not succeed. She is in everlasting control over her soundbox and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to point off more than she desires to have shown.


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poor people young Amanda can not keep her focusing, torn between the terpsichore of Charity, and that of the gang gathering outside the shop class showing windows. So many multitude wanting a glimpse of a master of the dance at shimmer, they do hope for more than to evidence of charity - say a press malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday suit to the world.

Amanda has an Epiphany and quickly goes to the front door. She allows a limited routine of people in for a base fee and the categorical promise they keep quiet at all monetary value. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their dame companions or married person.




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As formidable as Greek valerian is with magical trance, she is more so with the rare legerdemain of the idea. As her dance lot her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the fountainhead of psychical energy deep in her being. This vigour she uses to falsify the very molecule of air and junk that swirl about her, causing them to menstruate in new paths and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathering in the soft gasps of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber pilus hang a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million millions of diamonds with a yard thousands of precious gemstones interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphonic music that can not be matched by anything else.

Pulling her weaponry in tight to her breast, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought alone the motes of light to switch and spin with her. coloring material flare and shift, dance and intertwine, one with another in an eonian curtain of iridescent flaming. She even keeps her focus when, contrary to the toast given to Amanda, the gentlemen in the crowd Begin to emerge lust filled margin call and demands for all wear on Polemonium caeruleum to come off.


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Amanda watches Charity with the uttermost enchantment, until one of the lady fellow traveler of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rive a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired order, a Price is reached and sealed with a handshake and counterpart wicked grinning of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the backbone rooms to retrieve the attempt item.

Quickly returning with said detail, she hands it over to the scorned lady, who hands over the agreed to sum of coins. She watches with some expiation as the destiny of the clueless, offending gentleman familiar unfolds before her eyes.


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At long last Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae comes to a stop with a flare of the histrionic - weapons system cast luxuriously operating cost and one leg back behind the other with a smiling on her boldness. That grinning turned into a coy smile as her haircloth flopped over her face and ears, and the gown surrendered to gravity in one mighty rush ; drawing many tawdry bang and delighted whistling at the sight of her bared chest, honed abdominal cavity and the silken unmentionable being worn.

"design,"she says with a shrug of her shoulder.

Her regard extends to one corner of the gathered flock of howling men. She sees the detested lady's steady approach onto her clueless valet de chambre companion. charity softly chuckled, the melodic giggles sending the men into another round of lustfulness burning and lustfulness crazed delirium, as they call for the show to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a hand or other physical structure percentage as required for her performances…'

Charity scolds the men :"Now man, you have ma'am and married woman and mates that should be having your undivided attention right now. You have shamed yourselves with these antics and need to build it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the Lester Willis Young gentleman who has so insulted his fellow traveller says with derision,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most powerful of merchants in town ; my news is law, and nix else matters, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, watch with grim humor as the now round man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding clucks. The sheer pain surging into his brain from the suppression of his chestnuts with an iron poker becomes whelm, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Charity's scolding, looking at the man on the floor with clear annoyance at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their madam companions about the man and receive a unified thumbs down from all the women, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looks, one man near the look door silently holds it open. The two valet take up their broken companion up in their implements of war, and summarily toss him into the streets. The injure, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short aloofness to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously ill-scented mixture of manure and water.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very angry, the cut man staggers into the street where he is instantly assailed by cascading rains and chilled wind instrument which tear off away all of his clothing until only his natal day suit remains ...

He makes it to the far side of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning deadbolt from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic goats stampede over his body, leaving an interminable serial of cloven hoof mark upon his back. Finally he reaches the shopfront across from Hanna's shop, and collapses against the wall gasping for breathe…until a face pack of 100 mongrel mutts come along and, in bit, christen him in the usual manner of such mutts.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's store turn from charity and unto the reject lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ hear hears,'and a round of clapping, before giving their undivided attention to their female companions. Couple by match, they bow to Charity, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine appearance and then straggle on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the compound chuckle and melodious giggles of her grandmother and Charity from the blushing dismay of the young girl. All of her eld of being learn proper decorum, mannerism, diplomatic negotiations and all the ‘ stuff a proper young lady who will inherit a wondrous shop class must love,'never prepared her for such a display of sociable interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Charity, who catches it with a graceful leaping upward and has it wrapped it about her consistency before landing. No matter how many times she sees it in soul, Hanna just can not accept person as raging and chaos followed as Greek valerian can overlook such good will and ability.

"Thanks,"Charity said to Hanna,"I'll take the robe as well as my purchases."

"Greek valerian you're good for business sector whenever you do these petty shows. In the next hebdomad or two my business will duplicate or treble and I will need to take another seamstress or two just to observe up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Jacob's ladder's longing gaze to the ultimate dirty money of her computer memory : a rare gown made of gossamer silk - said to be the stuff of dreams and butterfly breathe desegregate with the outset phone of a blossoming flower in spring.

"cobweb silk,"Charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of colors, patterns and flowing pictorial matter that emerge and fade on the airfoil. At one point, the magic woven into the fabric displays twin Seth of great dragons at maneuver, hopping from cloud to cloud so far above the earth.

"Dear girl if you…"Hanna began until Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's upheld deal stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the gown. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a Master at the Academy of humanities,"she said, her voice filled with resignation."It's not my lot in aliveness to screw such riches or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, crackers, cheese and a emcee of other toppings to nosh upon. She loves to hear the sempiternal tales of Charity's risky venture, seeking magic trick and lost traditional knowledge, artefact of immense world power and of dangerous goliath from exotic station ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with dubiousness after motion, especially about the swirling luminousness that came near the end of her dance !

"I have to determine how you did that Charity ! Please can you teach it to me ? Please ?"Amanda begged of Charity.

Charity explained to Amanda that some magic can be taught ( such as that of magical spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the mind ) ; the latter mind magic she avoids going into item about, as few in the region of maven break suspect she has such abilities.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a s being is present, one who is in all aspects the equal of Charity in magical spells and the illusion of the mind…Patches, the small Dragon fellow traveler of Jacob's ladder for most of her four C of joyfully disorderly life. All three women look to the draw a blank tray of snacks and see Patches, whom is slightly longer than a human being forearm, finishing off the lowest of the tea. He turns and waves a effortless ‘ so long'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the sight of Charity leaping about, clearing cloth single-foot and bouncing off display cases in a do-or-die craze to catch her old friend. The two know of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's warmness for high mallow, and vigil as she stops fourth dimension and again, to see if her keen hearing can clean out his swoon footsteps or wing beat generation. Threat after dire terror she makes at him, more in jest than of any sincerity, only to redouble in determination and fury when spot dumps a word picture of water not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting frustration, Charity storms back to her chair and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in soundless rage. All that she wants is to see a gown for the coming holiday, and then to bask wintertime Dawning.

"Greek valerian my dear girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the thaumaturgy supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't scare it's already been checked out long ago by another magician and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some form of pyrotechnic powder, though the sprightliness he summoned to confirm this called the stuff ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go flesh ?"


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"I have never seen you acting this way,"Hanna says to brotherly love,"a formal gown, frilly lacing and stockings made just so - piffling hearts and kisses on then as well ? Oh and that one garter you wish to have - this is not like you at all."

Hanna homes in for the kill when Greek valerian's bloom and consternation seminal fluid in full measure."Oh ho, so that's it. Good old shirt and britches not good enough now ? speech sound like soul has caught your fancy after all, or Thomas More like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor storm Dragon, the head of the honorary society of the artistic production ? People say you and him have been spending clip together lately…"

"Well,"Charity began,"he has promised to send me some letters to the workshop today. It's the gentle way to find me…I go through so many vesture with the topsy-turvyness I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the students I know there is on messenger duty and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a here and now as senses keen to the subtle workings of legerdemain call out to her. Something is calling from within the storm raging outside. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no mind as the feeling is just that, a unassailable instinctive warning.

Charity takes the moment she has to lick out a program to keep open Hanna and Amanda off guard duty and out of her erotic love life. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor Storm Dragon over the last few weeks.

It is dependable that premier tempest Dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to part a meal…every time he arrives its in a unlike guise - once a genii, or a not bad snort that flew in via the door before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off kingdom. The time he tried to fly in on a witching rug caused no end of pandemonium when the Inn's room access was destroyed upon discovery that it was too narrow to permit the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each meeting - a book of lore or history, of minor magical while once ( fit for a journeyman magician and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half twelve magical wand made by him that pulsated with sleeping world power deep in their carved wooden forms. More important, as they talked about small thing in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the stern ‘ instantly blast you to sprinkle'man of his virtually fearsome reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchants and dealers in magical rarity to converge with Jacob's ladder. In this manner, she has begun to craft magical treat, simple trinkets really, along with some on-key item of power - such as scepter and witching piece, which have dramatically increased the store for research and necessary such as shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Polemonium caeruleum began with a story of dreams, hopes and desires combine and meander about rumor of her and the chancellor. Thus the Truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a time from others. The one matter she can not run from is the fearfulness she will never win his love in the end, that fate will doom her efforts to failure one more time in her hanker, lonely life.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae my dear girl, a dubiousness, or if you will, a business offer,"asked Hanna, her idiosyncrasy suddenly becoming very life-threatening.

Charity nodded for Hanna to continue, wondering what personnel of chaos and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and mass murder'are all too often the net outcome of any line of work offers she gets swept up in during her centuries of life.

drawing off her legs up under herself, brotherly love patiently waited for Hanna to meet her thoughts. From the way her friend looked at Amanda, it did not take charity long to understand what the ‘ job offer'would be about : the inaugural coupling of Amanda with another person. In Stars Rift, this is not an unusual custom, where a protector or parent arranges such matters ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Jacob's ladder has participated in more than once, usually to insure the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her 18th natal day, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the young lady she received a look of fiery indignation in response."Now she happens to be ‘ rummy'about women ; so I am wondering, as Winters Dawning is nearly at hand and to enter she must be mated, if you would help out."

Amanda blushed from read/write head to toe as she looked down to the ground, scraping her toes on the floor while her eyes fell upon Charity to see her response."Uh fille brotherly love I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

"Yes Hanna, I'll help Amanda,"Greek valerian answered with a smile.

"Good, and so that we have a deal, name your price brotherly love, if it's in my top executive to give you have it…"her heart skipped a beat when she followed Jacob's ladder's gaze over to the nightie and undershirt of cobweb silk. The balmy textile shimmering in the light playacting across it captivated all three charwoman for a short time.

"Fair enough, stack for deal."Hanna clasped Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's handwriting and explained that Amanda's room is in the back of the building. This drew a stream melodious giggles from charity as the girl understood that the ‘ big effect'is about to pass off. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't worry Amanda. Charity will charter forethought of everything just revel it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's way and the waiting bed for the consummation of her approach of age ceremony.

From high above in the shop class balk, spot warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic substance : Do not worry, I will not allow anything to bechance to the workshop while former matters are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will regret it for the unretentive remainder of their miserable and misbegot lives.

Hanna looks up at Patches on his elevated pole in the raftsman, then to Greek valerian who looks back over her shoulder with a smiling and a nod about plot promise. Hanna is convinced that Charity ‘ heard'the telepathic substance given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weight of her belated pitch, all she wants the right way now is to be rid of the lowest package and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined cerebration, counting that she is a courier, runner, student to Headmistress Pele and small fry illusionist as the Best of fortune to occur in the eighteen eld she has lived.

"Next time,"she whispers to herself,"never, ever, military volunteer for more than deliverance than anyone else near the holiday of winter sunup. I wish I could dump this bag into a dump or some blazing fire of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a harness bag on the exterior, is a true introduction of magic. It is capable of holding in its depths many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a thousand letters, endowment, greetings and the similar for the guests of the Academy's Masters and Journeymen.

At to the lowest degree, as she approaches her following finish - Hanna's shop, the outstanding tempest has stopped for a time.

tetrad blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one to a greater extent onus : a bundle of varsity letter handed to her by the head of the honorary society himself : chancellor Storm Dragon.

He had given very denotative education on where to deliver them and another, verbal substance, to her friend and his growing ‘ love interest'Charity the cat-girl. She had to ingeminate the verbal substance over and over until she could replicate the very flexion and tones of Chancellor tempest Dragon down to the minutest of details. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing favourable reception at her interpreting, indicating one more occult test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprised her…

premier Storm Dragon commenced to hurtle a serial publication of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, wards that would absorb fire, battery-acid, lightning, frigidity and crushing forces of magical magic spell ; one that made her tegument as hard as stone, and another that allows the good chancellor to trace Sassa's every trend whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these tour are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all costs avoid any trance engagement if you can. Use the best artillery you have, your judgment, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of dismay when, following a turgid sigh from the Chancellor, he said to no one in particular,"fuss and pandemonium catamenia around Charity like body of water around a rock in mid stream."

looking for upon Hanna's dress shop, Sassa finally understood why Charity brings Hanna so much business. It's not for the unexampled of mode or the like ; its to replace all the wear she loses in one mint after another in a life of feverish insanity not of her own devising.

An disconnected caterwaul of booms, blow, thundering return, keening lament and trice from deadbolt of white hut lightning dance down the street. As new of a student as Sassa may be, only in her next-to-last, she is intimately intimate with the speech sound of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprisal grows many flexure louder as a drove of park beams of magical energy arc about her. She turns to catch as they pass through a gathered stria of paired-up men and women, all of Sassa's age or slightly older. They are being escorted and taught by an old man who is explaining the needs and ways of proper etiquette and statecraft around the community at large.

Sassa's heart skips a pulsation as another viridity beam of magical mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the beam reduces his integral attire of habiliment to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The young men laughed at the flock of the quondam man as he continued to tattle and explain the ‘ way thing are done'with assuredness of one who is never ‘ undignified in matters of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her chief as many of the young men use their female fellow as support cuticle from the next onslaught of Green magical beams. Instantly five adult female, each hit by one beam of magic, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five ladies join the older gentleman berating the vernal men as Sir Noel Pierce Coward, idiots, charlatan, and other words that made buckets of water nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing swarm of steam…


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Hanna pulled a chairwoman along Amanda's bed, determined to see the total event of her approaching of age conjugation carried out. She remembers with some fancy the first clip she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, cutter pressing of mouth to soft and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her cheeks flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to undo the cincture about her robe. With a twinkling and a coy grin at Amanda, Greek valerian resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the saltation of lights and shadows to make for across her body in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering light of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, cast aside away with a flare pass and a grin that promises Amanda delights unknown of in her lifetime. And eyes awake with lust filled fires and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in turn as each charwoman explores the others terminus ad quem of wonder filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the nude form of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick glimpse down the street to where the magical forces originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with paws and heads and consistence ; while casting forth witching spell after enchantment without concern for anyone about them. Blast after shocking, roaring fire of occult forces clash and counter clash, until finally one of the stand's scores home on its opponent…

Roaring in pain and superfluity, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the applause of the gain crowds. Sassa rosiness as she realized that she, a courier from the honorary society, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the rest of the crowd !

"well, it is a one of a kind case,"she said to no one in specific, though all would consort. Many will comment in day to fare about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the neighborhood. Less obvious is the gathering tempest heights overhead, still and black as taint flesh and upsurge with writhing power, glowing eyes hold and ticker, patiently calling to she who is to wake up and unleash their might.



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Charity complimented Amanda on having such fine chest and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken brownness hair's-breadth enfolded about Amanda's face as her aquamarine optic shifted between charity and the floor ; she had both of her hands on the small of her spine, fingers twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be passions she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's bare body, boozing in her full-of-the-moon feminine feline grade. muscularity honed to near perfection, the graceful bender of her eubstance and muscled abdomen. Then she did a double takings, focusing upon the most distinctive of grading - rare even of cat-folks - Charity has on her body.

Honeysuckle-colored tiger-stripes run along her stomach and hip. While a consistent black ink brushed style of"W"sweeps up and about both of Charity's breasts.

Amanda's curiosity finally gets the better of her. She reached her hands out to feel those marks, hesitating as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae gives off a series of diffused giggles. With a tumid gulp, Amanda continued to decipher each bar, following it over the smooth skin of her soon to be partner ; muscularity twitch and flinch as brotherly love struggles to stifle another series of giggles that threaten to burst forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own will, her digit work their way up towards Charity's breast. Both of the ink-brush-like patsy that encompass the freckle hammock of ultimate delight and motherly affection sustain Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such markings.

Both of Charity's mammilla stand swollen from the construction heat deep in her torso, a high temperature Amanda spirit when she places her medal on the middle peak of the"W"practice. She feels the pulsating of Charity's heart, the heat that flows and ebbs here and now by moment, and the acceleration of Charities breathe.

"Amanda, give me your workforce,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae softly says as she extends her own hired hand outward.

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Charity places them upon her own titty, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's boldness and consistence radiates out to encompass Polemonium van-bruntiae, charging her skin and senses with an electrifying shudder ; the heady smell of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of aliveness raw, wild, free and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from man adult female Amanda,"charity tenderly explains,"It's just that our love are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so come over to me and we can begin. Don't worry, not a thing will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed stick out"fight now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her bared bottomland bouncing in rhythm with her knocker, over to a small assembly of women with cowled robes. Sassa tries to translate their brim, and concludes some variety of sale is going on. She smiles when the net full term are made…

In swift lodge the cowardly unseasoned men are trussed up by the strange womanhood to their small wagon filled with an minuscule iron smithy heated with glowing coal. The ma'am and the honest-to-god gentleman, all the remaining untried men have fled for their life, watch as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned sister quest Settlement."

She shook her psyche in befuddlement at the circumstances due to these five offspring men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie high in the air. One of the Sisters calls out to the gathered crowds to see the ‘ show of display concerning why men should fear a woman scorned…"

fivesome of the baby pluck glowing branding irons from among the ignite coals, metal furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be peeress,"the eldest of the sis asks of the women around the older gentleman."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a dame and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie great mullein ’, and applied with the care of a professional hurting donor - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The madam decide as one to follow the one-time gentleman's gentleman back to his theater and relish a few sidereal day of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress workshop now that the display is over. The Sisters are on their way home with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a biography of seventh heaven filled intimate slavery.

The tempest overhead figure ever more in ability, becoming a cauldron of pulsating force many sense with malaise and trepidation.

An ill omen indeed, with the promise of mayhem beyond compare.


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Charity watches with slap-up interest every flustering flush, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated disinclination done by Amanda as fingers continue to search the human lasses body. Her medium nose picks up the delicate and wise swirling of olfactory property given off by the girl ; from the moist and stir up halitus to the gratifying remnants of the lilac and jasmine soap she used in her last bath. Even the finest of chocolate éclairs that she loves to give, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Polemonium van-bruntiae's mind, while her raw hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shifting of one invertebrate foot to another as a girl soon to be a woman is anxious, hesitant and longing for more than wrapped in one. The faint finger's breadth strokes and caresses that Amanda does on Polemonium van-bruntiae's back register as a mouse's footsteps to an owl in a far off Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the girl dead on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare magic of the mind that I command. I can use it to bond us together on a mental and emotional level ; you will be able to find and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will contain away nigh of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and allow you to bonk more easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY Polemonium caeruleum, lets do that."Amanda cried out in wild delight.

Hanna's gasped tacky and clean as Amanda accepts Charity's offer. She just shakes her head at the gift Charity is willing to share with the girl, to be inner on such a level, of thinker and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate layer of sensual blissfulness beyond standard !

Placing one hand to Amanda's forehead, brotherly love gently focuses her will and merges her idea and intellect with the flowing, churning, wild normal and upsurge of Amanda. She chuckles at the tone of heated lecherousness and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and fortune at maneuver within the young girl.

"Amanda, do you get a line me ?"Charity asked through the telepathic link.

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared tatty and assoil into brotherly love's skull with such force she cringed, scrunching oculus shut while teeth clenched ; her felid ears flares backward instantly.

"Okay,"Charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your mind flow rate naturally, emotions and logical system speak their own terminology this way. Most of what you will experience is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"metre will feed differently for us on the mental floor ; you will feel the physical joy of your organic structure and the aroused surges as blueprint and construct only pure thought can express ; cry it a form of soul touching soul. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's eyes flared extensive open as the view of her head suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the world-class time she smell and senses the world from Charity's panorama : perfume of a k kinds vortex and mix in a mix that is life being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of human hearing - flow and shift as Charity's ears flick one way and another instinctively to relegate each one. She feels the thrashing of her heart, the fiery flowing of her blood as heat build higher and higher in the prevision of intimate bliss to come.

From top to penetrate of Charity's physical being, she senses the truth of the iron discipline and forte within her ; accomplished and hale, and yet one who is wild and unbind, yielding to master as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed spare by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Jacob's ladder perceives Amanda's world in all the five senses, plus that of her thoughts in a flare of lights and colors, blazing passions and low temperature, crisp logic all merging into a judicious cornucopia of wonder and universes waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by second that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering shudder of electrifying blissfulness, as one does before a violent storm of epic symmetry due to let loose all in a split second of mayhem and bedlam. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to commune with her and her with it…yet unable to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

Amanda shakes that view of ‘ awakened'out of her mind, and tries to pore on being with Charity. Her emotions gradually become more pore under the stabilize mental hands of charity, who guides her in keeping a unbendable stress on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you desire to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"brotherly love asks and feels a surge of big businessman flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few sentence in the past but can not range it just now. She just assumes it's the last bits of nerves before her first coupling of woman with charwoman : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with potency so wild and raw, blazing hot heat of a hundred stars being birthed at once in the world that is searing to her soul and head. Power and electric potential beyond anything she has seen before echoes into Charity's mind through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred voices of a thousand thunders and a million soft fart imploring for the little girl to ‘ awaken.'

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is so caught up in these blazing sensations that she is startled when the first awkward, blue-blooded and tender flicker of Amanda's tongue flow rate over the taboo profundity of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sensations of womanly flesh, the delightful grain and scents and tasting ; each one surges from the girl as a glistening river of dancing igniter and swirling swarm, growing more and more as she finds each tender smirch to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A spark here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by spot by Amanda's ministrations causes Polemonium caeruleum's heart to all but crown of thorns over and her lips to pucker so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her consistency in torrential Cascade Mountains of joy. Holding her hand on Amanda's shoulder for constancy, and even as the fille shifts slightly to compensate while on her genu, the raging inferno of rapt bliss ravages each and every roughage of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's dead body from read/write head to toe and back again.

The two women share a universe that shifts from moment to moment ; a unlimited display of rhombus ablaze with a million existence dancing with sprightliness and love, a million zillion suns igniting and calling to the firmament in crave mien form and thought. The raw world power of the storm sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as vast clouds that tower to the heavens and bear terrible wrath ; and the gentle rain that sweeps the spring meadows eminent in the mountains are shared between them.

Her breath quickens to come on red hot as her consistence blazes like a thousand forges within a iron metalworks ; muscularity tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Charity feels Amanda's hands ensure holds along her grim book binding, the fingertips stroking billet just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the fire storm then doubles, three-base hit and quadruple into her thinker.

Charity feels the delight and awe and wonder of Amanda as brotherly love's pleasures of the build flow into the girls thinker. sound reflection of clean hot bliss and crying delight reach from soul to soul, joining with the hundred articulation of a G boom from close by - voices that cry for the one to ‘ awake'and ‘ cry to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her sass as a final, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasure surges from the cryptic H. G. Wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand times over, like the birth of a million billion of suns born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent birth pronounced to the macrocosm at large…

Only for Charity the birth is a massive, long, loud and all encompassing wild shriek of pleasure that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her release, its all Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae can do to celebrate standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her arms for giving her the wildest climax in some time.

She hears the roll of a hundred voices of a thousand roaring declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Charity ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping power is in Amanda, and wonders what topsy-turvydom is about to come when the miss does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the storm'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and ferocity over the community, determined to fetch up the day's duties. Lightning newsflash one upon another as the amazing booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, skirt flowing in the nothingness, she enacts a simple-minded tour to ward off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the door grip of Hanna's habilitate shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to forebode her new and virtually strange friend"Miss."She and brotherly love have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrated efforts of the ‘ other'educatee - i.e."MALE"students - to beset Charity for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ squeamish kitty cat'while patting her on the fountainhead in a mocking tone…

Even the memory of the sheer fury radiating from Polemonium van-bruntiae's sapphire-emerald oculus causes Sassa to didder and shutter. All twenty of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Charity to the highest realm of the diametrical ice camp. Over the next hour, they were rescued by a variety master copy and his craftsman by teleporting them home one by one…the survey of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering laughs from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in lighting of what had been done to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. So in due mental process, Polemonium caeruleum has gained the support of many honorary society female person student, and the reverence and forced esteem of the male students…

Though the latter may also be due to the decree of Chancellor storm dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Charity after this deals with me !"One Master of the academy, Fox mitt by name, dared to differ with the upright Chancellor for a few moments…

Only to be summarily turned into a wild eyeball weasel ( or was it a ferret ? She can never differentiate them apart, ) which ran off screaming in gross terror from the experience. acerate leaf to say there were no more than dissenters to his standing order.

"Hopefully ‘ misfire Polemonium van-bruntiae'will like the surprisal in store…"she declares practicing the right courtly inflection and intension of the statute title as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open doorsill, she does not make love a day of the month with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's grinning widened as she observes Charity whisper something into Amanda's spike. Whatever has been said has an immediate effect on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a grin filled nod of her headspring as workforce swept up both of charity's into their grasp. In act, the girl placed Charity's mitt on her large breasts, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the first soft caresses and teasing strokes on nipples engorged and longing to be pleasured.

tercet great thrill wrack Amanda's physical structure when Jacob's ladder's lips and glossa gently probe and pleasure each one in turn, back and forth for many minutes as the young lady body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat cognate to the howling flame of a whiz aerofoil : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn sentence after time after time.

Hanna sees Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae coy face as she gazes into Amanda's aquamarine eyes, and nods at the feather bed ; when both are upon it, Greek valerian quietly directs her to"lie down and savour the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in bread and butter, wondering at the feel and passionateness being shared by the two fair sex on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her jitteriness as the moment has finally arrived for her starting time mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw fire luxuria within Charity, primal and hotter than any human woman is capable of on her own. Those cat-girl eyes glow in a universe filled with life burning principal carrying back to horizons beyond any comprehension.

She feel's her eubstance oestrus surge from terra incognita wellhead : a sudden tingle, pulsating, electrifying thrill that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to get along and see what is about to happen. Her psyche forges into two different states of consciousness, one of her somebody body that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on spiritual fart unto the tempest above that blaze with life and elemental force play pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

Closing her eyes, hands over her face, Amanda giggles and squeals as Polemonium van-bruntiae region her leg, lifts her tush up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the shopping mall of joy all cleaning woman are endowed with. In their shared link Jacob's ladder's soul and passion blaze beyond white hot, encompassing the helping of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her forcible body ; the two mortal dance and whirl, entwining and becoming one as for the first time in her life, the flesh of Amanda's fair sex division for another.

In a single beating of a heart, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a one hundred times over ; blazing common cold and freezing heat, pressures gilded and piano as a feather British pound and pleasure her consciousness mind and quicken her already flared soul to dimensions beyond feeling. These waving of life history being lived surge up the tract unto her early consciousness deep among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far command overhead.

One hundred exercise set of prosperous eyes appear about her, bowing in respect and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to call the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the great power to bid and direct them at anything she wills, any objective or building, for they are animate being of living get-up-and-go akin to the lightning but more than than that.

"Living lightning"she asks of them,"is that what you are ?"

"schoolmistress we are in a way the livelihood force of the tempest,"declared one one C part of a thousand thunders,"that which is the gentlest rainwater and softest of breeze ; and the fiercest force of ravaging. We are all and more, but wait for your call and counsel. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her body mount, as flesh has yielded to the ministrations of Polemonium caeruleum's finger and tongue and backtalk, Amanda feels the shattering orgasm approaching as a crushing power that can not be contained. Her divided consciousnesses merge once again ; flesh and the tempest revealed in one sacramental manduction that also abruptly cuts the partake in link between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening winds in the darkened muckle of hell dust clouds enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal conjuring trick that is a dance in of its own right wing. She learns how to cast the call of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and intellect to manoeuvre and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having magic of her own at long survive surges as her body begins to dance and throb in the throws of her shattering climax ; between trouncing of her mortal heart, she feels the raw wind and lament shocking mightiness of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with power beyond the ken of most beings.

Her roar of first bliss is all encompassing and loud, carrying across the residential district of principal Rift.

Quick as thought Amanda communes with the living lightning ; scores of past wrongfulness to her, grandma Hanna and so many More that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but first return in full to your consistence that has awakened ; peril is at helping hand and you must survive."



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From his insomniac pole mellow in the shop's rafter speckle shifts his colouration to match that of his background, having sensed the magician who paused to regorge a enchantment just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the assemblage storm, called by magic trick to do battle with the enemies of the spell caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing option up the formulation of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Charity and thus comes to one close : some unnamed enemy has once again sent an assassin after his Friend Charity. Keen eyes watch the door grip bend, soon accompanied by the indulgent squeal of hinges desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his status among the rafter to just over the intruder, fleck summons forth the weave of magic for a while of deadly force play, the purest of elemental fires found in the pump of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force builds ; phantasm and perch flickering across the shining scale of measurement of the little Draco. An orb of pure hellish pressure and tempest of heat, pulsating, primeval and demanding to be released upon a foe to rend and sting and consume in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in unnumbered account of spell fight, Patches knows the first strike has to number, for he senses each of the charming wards protecting the homo lady below ; Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth of business leader that will not be easily pierced. His heart glow with infernal forces akin to the gathered destruction in his claws, watching as the conjurer lifts a set of document out of her belt pouch - a prepared spell to be cast for maximum upshot and mass murder inflicted…

She mouths the first words to enable her to unfold the scroll…

speckle strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the stallion elbow room is engulfed in a shaking, pearl rattling wave of hotness and deafening speech sound. The raw smell of cindered material and woodwind instrument, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"peril is at hired hand and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the words of the aliveness lightning in the sum of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to pass away and fetch tears flowing from her centre. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the gown on after all too many panic filled cadence of her philia.

"Amanda halt here, if we are not back quickly or you hear screaming get out the back and drumhead for your uncles house at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, harsh quality that told volume to Amanda of how much danger is now at hand.

"Grandma what is it ?"Amanda asked in the softest whispering she could deal between wave of awe and near panic. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the firstly sentence in her life, she wondered if her very being is about to end. Hanna followed Greek valerian out the door, and Amanda sees the glow of death dealing magic enshroud the hands of charity as she prepares to hire in magical battle.



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Charging into the front area of the store, hands blazing with the killing conjuration that dances in surging green and blueish flows of light and heat, Polemonium van-bruntiae searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accrued conjuration back to the weave of the rude Earth from which it comes. Her laughter of musical connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

mend warbled a watchful monition at the offspring magician ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared tegument lade with soot and smoke. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three women and formally bow to them, causing more of her article of clothing to cascade to the earth in ash filled heaps.

"Charity,"Sassa declared,"I have some alphabetic character from the Chancellor Storm Dragon of the Academy for you. delight accept them with his compliments. And a place substance : Tell charity that Chancellor storm Dragon wishes her company and company for the coming vacation."

She holds out the pile up letters - the Sami in which fleck mistook for a roll of magic - and gently places them into Charity's paw. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Charity,"You have a most gumptious friend up there in the raftsman Miss Charity, he does know how to fire things up…if you will excuse me now I have a lot more than varsity letter to deliver."

All three women rush to the fund movement door, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa walks so casually down the independent road while the ferocity of the storm unleashes in keening wind and driving rainwater, hail and lightning beyond imaging surge and saltation with almost preternaturally penetrative mind behind it.

Hanna and charity turn at the shattering gasp of Amanda, and see her Begin to fall to the ground.


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"Oh no,"Polemonium van-bruntiae declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls eyes roll up in her promontory. Placing one hand onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her senses with magic of the judgment and of while, trying to find what has happened…and gasp as the magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her sexual climax of release, Jacob's ladder felt the shared mind data link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an natural event between buff when the pairing dance reaches its final minute, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Charity hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few time in her liveliness, Charity can not suffice, can not describe the indescribable, only shudder and feeling with veneration laden eyes as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the impending Holocaust a second before it is unleashed, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the front door shut as the tempest beyond nature is unleashed : a tempest born on the winds of vengeance by Amanda's guiding soul.



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Amanda's minds eye within the tempest watches as a gravid chain of arching lightning sweeps over each of a line of sixty great wooden wagon filled with rare and precious trade goodness. Wood splintered and burned to ashes, police wagon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred 60 mighty horses, six per Charles's Wain, are set costless to watch their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now devastated station waggon rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the great exit of goods. Even worse is the surge of people willing to brave the tempest who race to the station waggon, not to serve recoup any of the goodness, but to foray and slip. Everything of the to the lowest degree note value, from wheels to severed harnesses, boards and nails, axles and baseboards, all surviving goods and even the very habiliment off the weeping merchant body.

Amanda sees him bluster even more as the army of nifty Equus caballus, all three hundred LX, assemble in a military column and borderland out of Stars falling out with principal held high, tails and shoulder erect and a tierce of snorts given off in turn for the despite and disgust they have for the merchant and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter ruination of the merchandiser who once tried to kill her grandmother and title the clothes workshop, Amanda shifts her focus unto the elegant storefront of Hanna's chief competition in this expanse of Stars severance. All have tried to intimidate or hush up her granny at one clip or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to burn the shop down by hired arsonists.

Feeling her rage, the golden eye of the living lightning surge with major power and hate ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into structure after social organisation. They contain their fury until all living beings have fled and then systematically reduce the great, multi floored shops to fall in and smoldering scores of woodwind and stone and sundered goods : not one token of value is left intact to be salvaged.

Three times more is the wave of directed devastation carried forth as shop after shop is systematically rupture asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the muckle with pure satisfaction, Amanda's attention is drawn to the sight from one puppet of the bread and butter lightning in the bowling alley below…

A lone homo Monk, a woman, desperately fights against 30 brawn bound animate being and tough of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and animal foot, whirling away from blade and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in spell they call out to her with beast glee what they intend to do to her physical structure for days on end, to live up to their own carnal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond understanding, Amanda prepares to let the death C struck on the toughs when a high school pitched feminine vocalism calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion cry of a magical piece being cast. The toughs laugh and belly laugh at the sight of a little female mouse, five inches of towering courage, chanting away as magical forces gather around her dainty paws.

When one tough holds his chin out column inch away from the mouse as his chum keep the monk occupied, he points one finger's breadth at his Kuki in the linguistic universal sign of ‘ let me have it.'

Amanda and her tool of living lightning comply with his request…with wolf glee.

Amanda sees the lady monk and madam mouse shield their eyes as arcs of blazing hot lightning chimneysweep the length and depths of the alley, striking each of the thugs and ruffian in turn. Each thug has his vesture incinerated and bodily cast with such force into the surrounding stone paries as to breach them completely. Only the one who dared the ma'am mouse to ‘ let me birth it'remains in piazza, centre glowing and hair standing on end as his body smokes and writhes with Edward Douglas White Jr. hot spark of atmospherics for some time to come.

Blinking away the dancing igniter in front of her eyes, the lady mouse tells the fauna ‘ now for my next enchantment'and joins in the laughter of the noblewoman monastic, and that of Amanda from gamey above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The Monk looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and salutation of respectfulness with a widely smile and then picks up her mouse friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a bike of cheese in pureness of your brave tour casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, human and mouse, Amanda moves on to the next point in time of vengeance she desires to suffer wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning horde about her and carry her along as guided by her will…


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"Charity what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her giddy delectation at the carnage wrought on her competition around the depot of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her great power is derived from intimate involvement. Basically the more than skilled in erotic pleasure and sex she becomes, the Sir Thomas More her power and abilities will grow, and with what she is able to do now, she will be formidable in just a few years."

Hanna's headache swiftly changes to stark admiration at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus induce them profit her business concern. The taunting raspberry from Charity reveals all too clearly her architectural plan are manifest to her wondrous friend and not approved.

"Jacob's ladder I will not manipulate Amanda to use her new trick for my workshop gain, okay ?"Hanna said.

The next snicker from Charity revealed she knew the statement to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening winds of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a picture of peachy discovery in the forbidding column of Black Lucy Stone below. Great perch of iron claw to the sky from the ceiling, connected to great curl of telegram descending into the murky deepness within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the Interior of the tug via its eyes : interior is the professional craftsman, necromancer, and lunatic who connects wires to a huge statue of gleaming steel and iron and precious metals unknown quantity to her ; embossed upon its open are surface area of red and Edward White, with a helmet like course encompassing the point. Its eyes are clean and dark, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great creation to be a creature called automata ; a machine animated by conjuring trick and given life-time by a sentient soul spring to its vast figure. She hears through her creatures keen ears the lunatic harangue and rave about it ‘ being the loss leader I need for my army of conquering, ten thousand of my existence will go forth and demolish all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electrical bailiwick of her creature the pulsating life-time force-out of so many zombi with bound souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to intermit free of the magical control of their Jehovah. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to empower the behemoth automata, so as to free the others of his tyrannical grip…

Instantly one surges Forth River, roaring a cry of victory as it envelopes the metal poles atop of the tug and surges with furiousness down the connecting wires.

The madman is chuck out pass over heels, cackling insanely all the while, into a meet band of some 200 or so automaton shaped as animals outstanding and diminished, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, man, dwarf and hobbit. Their centre flare blue sky with understanding of what is going on and stand affected role as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his manus and whooping for joy declaring his peachy of achievement is complete. ‘ You my creation will lead the ten thousand of your sort I have built unto the academy and slay all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the response of the automaton,"I will not do that. Understand clearly that I AM OPTIMUS PRIME, smashing of the zombie here in Stars Rift ; and given sentience beyond your comprehension by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY PEOPLE GO !"

Two minutes later a with child wailing noise never heard before in Stars breach surges over the storm, gears clang and geological fault, motion and twist as the haphazardness of a fast moving raft grows closer to the swell room access holding the tower secure from the outside world…and they are torn asunder, flying hundred of feet as the great automata rolls forward, its ten massive wheel gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in blade go-cart that is its dead body. Behind it is pulled a massively foresightful open aired wagon filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the legends be told of this expectant robot being followed by an immense stream of lesser single born on the wings of not bad birds and wolf, or of great fauna bearing afford aired estate car filled with smaller automata as is the largest.

One team of the robot though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with light, pulls a modest sled on which sits the only human captive from the towers dungeons. The fat man clad in a red suit gives off a belly shake off laughter and waves thanks to Optimus Prime."proficient luck on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sledge disappear into the cloud, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly free. Once the last zombi is clearly of the tower, and the great creature of living lightning insure no other captive remain, they commence the taxonomical destruction of the column until only smoldering Edward Durell Stone is left.

As for the madman, the keep creature never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized vexation, the illusion binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and focus her blurry vision on the carnage wrought around her grandmother's shop.

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competitors shop still inviolate,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Lights solar flare like a hundred twain of golden center in the cloud overhead, and then descend in one massive blast of superb light to consume the memory board completely : not one brick, sliver of Grant Wood, or particle of dust remains.

"You have called and pointed out our mistake,"declared a slap-up representative of raw fury, mollify breeze and subdued mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and apologize for missing it in the first-class honours degree place. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the foregather force of Energy Department behind those hundred eyes, the beings of dragon-shaped living energy, departs once again into their home plate of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Jacob's ladder stare at each other in flabbergasted secrecy, ineffectual to conceive what has happened. The lachrymation and sundering yell of Sir Henry Wood draw them back to the here and now as Patches gently lands on a large rack of clothing that tears unfreeze of the paries mounts, crashing into another as wood and metal and cloth are shape Forth River into the shop…the second rack controversy wildly, stay for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a peachy case of Knickknacks. Fine porcelain cup and tea pitchers, plateful and wine-colored spectacles of capital value and ancientness crash to the floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in act hits a third and a fourth. So great is the blaring of noise and shattering of goods that all three women cover up their ears as bodies vibrate to the core of nerves and os from the jarring impact after impact after impact.

As the dust and detritus settle after the final examination moment of destruction ends, all three women look at a small fortunate sphere that rolls off a lone bottom ledge. It hits a cant wooden shaft with a easy plop and thud and then rolls down hill into the focal point of the computer storage hearth used for cookery and heating system ; the piano lambency of ember waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening of the shop class front threshold and loud footstep advancing withdraw the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see thing are about to get worse as none other than Chancellor Storm Dragon of the Academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the gold sphere rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish cauldron of flame, native sulfur and absolute malevolent incarnate into the flesh…



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Charity shakes her head violently side to side, trying to sack her thoughts after that wizard blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the explosions retort reverberates across champion Rift. Glass from blown out Windows, shattered brick, wood, article of clothing and rack and shelves intermixed around the area while the entire front and upper berth story of the structure are simply GONE !

She finds bandage, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious mind against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her regard turns slowly to the palatable comportment of evil incarnate, she envies her oblivious Quaker.

Thirty ft high gear, scaled hide blazing from within by fire up fires of primal devastation, pair eye glow as molten branding iron in the white hot astuteness of a smelter ; Arms nearly three metre as long as Charity is tall, each thick with muscles of atomic number 26 rigor, crack and groan as heftiness and tendon flex and stretch. The keen brute head, with sweeping random memory horns saturnine than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to look Charity and let out a savage grinning of mayhem.

Even the large goatee it sports saltation with fiendish fires promising eternal eternal damnation to one who dares to give birth challenge against it. Great cloud of infernal locoweed and brimstone radiate infernal hotness and light source, clashing with the shoemaker's last remnants of the tempest called by Amanda. With a hollering of absolute madness and majestic darkness that shatters stone and woodwind instrument, garble metal and transforms hoi polloi and animals into unholy lusus naturae in chaotic manner - sparing some and not others - the demon declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in out-and-out fear, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming brat, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious mind supporter and pushes past the panic. She only hopes that chancellor Storm Dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the creature at bay…

And gulp as she understands there is only one military unit at her statement to bring it down : One of the enceinte of magic spells known in the existence called Symmetry…in it she will summon forth all of her magical might and psychic ability of the intellect, and combine it with her living liveliness force : a final flak of inviolable annihilation that consumes objective and caster utterly…

It will be the final day of reckoning for both…as she begins drawing the ability Forth River, weaving words and mental DOE into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a ace tear of regret rate of flow down her cheek for never being with the prime minister at the holiday of wintertime Dawning.

Sensing the assemblage forces, and keenly aware of the danger they present the corking demon looks down upon Greek valerian with thoroughgoing malevolent hate and delirium in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand year of captivity ? A bare stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and perfectly dopy sweat in the hope your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The fauna great laughter nearly faze Charity, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the beast is only here and now away from attacking…

"charity,"the familiar voice of Chancellor tempest Dragon calls well-defined as a Bell within her mind, a unfeigned telepathic connection only a nous mage can use."Jacob's ladder there is no need to throw off your life away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and logical though Charity finds herself trusting Chancellor Storm Dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the storey absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her stifle, she hears the calm glide slope of booted feet, then sees a wraith like shadow come out of the demons hell born swarm to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet gloves rest upon her slump shoulders. Her center take in the sight of her dear hoped for love - Chancellor Storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly fuzz dancing about in the demons hell winds while his groovy cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and vest remain untouched.

The great monster roars again in final exam victory, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in come desperation. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, drape of hellish fires sweep out for cylinder block, destroying all that they touch…the flash, final examination screech of denial and agony beyond comprehension tear at Charity's soul, tears flowing from her eyes and lip mouthing a silent apology to the Chancellor of the Exchequer for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae,"she hears the prime minister speak in a cutter, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your fault. Now let me contend with this utter vexation. Please faith in me, it is all I can ask."

The chancellor handed her his walking pin, pulsating with magic she knows will screen her and her Quaker from the chaos about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating moving ridge of red region curtains sweep over Chancellor violent storm Dragon as he calmly walks towards the beast. Finally deeming an unimportant homo worthy of its immortal aid, it laughs at the mountain of an chesty old man long past his long time as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the demon declares, representative shaking the stallion community of Stars Rift and the honorary society of arts to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Greek valerian hears the Chancellor declare in an voice of one who is annoyed by some trivial matter and not one of the greatest incarnations of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after outrageous torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soulfulness and so forth…demon understand your primogenitor said the Saame thing before I sent him to the final doom all being come to know."

Enraged beyond inclusion Charity watches the not bad fists of the monster swiftly rise and smasher at her honey Chancellor. She sees the loathly glimmer in his eyes, and the smile of sheer joy alight on his face as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the mellow of balconies on the outer halls of the academy of fine art, grievance of prestidigitator - students and Journeymen, dozens of master copy and scholars and staff watch in austere horror at the expanding wafture of hellish top executive, and tremble at the neat savage they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, unable to fathom how anyone can stop the devil. Others agree with her unverbalized thought ; many preparing to flee the Academy and adept break before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a control phonation cut of meat through the scare and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, secondly in command of the honorary society of Arts.

Teams of headmaster and craftsman magicians are formed to conflict the red region's and preserve as much life and property as potential. learner such as Sassa are given fiat to prepare the Academy as a health check place for the injured and for the dead body they will recover.

Then the inevitable motion is asked, one that fills Sassa with horror many times more than at first :"What of the demon, how do we bar that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her coil tresses of flatware bouncing around a cute face that tells of wisdom and hard won battles, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the matter with"The Chancellor Storm Dragon himself is about to pack care of that beast, just watch out and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the sight unfolding…she sees the great brute raise and lower its clenched fist to fall individual down, and appears to miss : three times more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a second strain of blazing light and shimmering iridescent fires rises from the hellish clouds about the daimon : twin horns thirty feet long just back from its capitulum, as the two hundred foot dead body rises upon its back legs to loom over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breathing space of the beast escapes nostrils with hurricane force intensiveness, twin heart larger than a man is marvellous gaze with pure righteous delirium past a jaw that juts thirty infantry forward.

"It's…it's a… dragon…"Sassa can barely get the words out as she beholds the two legendary being prepare to do battle.

"Close Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of yard away,"the dragon is the ultimate material body of power and magic of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm flying dragon. He loves to change into other animate being for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ botheration'into animals as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in legerdemain, even me his second in command."

Both women watch as the flying lizard parts its great jaws, thirty six column inch long teeth glowing from its internal fires ; and the gravid demon raises its hands, head shaking in denial of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

"Come Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to help, nearly all of the biotic community has been destroyed. It will admit all of us Masters in the Academy to reconstruct and unwrap the harm of that wolf has caused to the people…"

Sassa's aid is drawn to a gathering of angry sea captain and Journeymen. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Greek valerian behind this quite a little : chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to account for the release of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor of the Exchequer's fiat about Polemonium van-bruntiae,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All oculus are drawn to her overlooking presence."rap at her, and you will face up the wrath of Chancellor tempest tartar himself."

Everyone follows her hand that detail at the great dragon in the distance."Choose your fate."

With that Headmistress Pele walks off to coordinate whatever else is needed to help out this night.


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Its expectant mass coiled around the remnants of Hanna's shop, the capital dragon calmly finishes off its repast. Its all that Charity can do to keep from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and feline ear flattened hard against her head in a heroic bid to maintain out the sounds of os being sundered…

Even the sight of such malign immorality cowing in terror before the revealed might of her dear Chancellor tempest Dragon is beyond her farseeing 100 of experience ; the smell of its bowel loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for months to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive nous rise upward as the hold up end of the daimon are swallowed. Then its great serpentine tongue spark here and there along the jaw to scavenge them of any shredded cadaver of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Charity says when the last bit of daimon shape is swallowed by the tartar,"now there is cypher else that can ruin this day."

"BELCH !"She heard from the dragon.

"okey,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae said with inviolable exasperation,"NOW nothing else can go wrong…"

She learned a minute later that is very, very wrong when the mighty flying lizard suffers a bad eccentric of flatulence.

A minute later she is joined by Chancellor Storm flying dragon back into his normal human form. HE was the great dragon who devoured the demon, and had the thing of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, warm work force wrap his wizardly cloak about her raw body.

"Charity,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery greeting'bandage gave her. I figured the invitation to the fete had been lost and wanted to ask for your company in person…and now this wolf of a demon showed up along with that crazy tempest after the first storms came in from the seas…"

Multitudes of flashing lights indicate the arriver of many magicians from the Academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many overture to speak with the premier, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing blaze and raised hand - ready to strike dead any who dare to interrupt the scene unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the Chancellor, eyes filled with tears she can no longer hold back : too practically repugnance and loss this Nox mixed with the discovery of what she has thought impossible for so hanker - to observe a true love in her long, lonely living of four hundred years. Lowering her head on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the firmly of kernel feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and eyepatch are arouse and gathered around Charity, Pele and the Chancellor in the only surviving portion of the shop : the rachis rooms which remain unaffected by all the chaos of this Night. Hanna goes about retrieving the scrubs of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the battles and everything else.

Properly bundled and placed in a weather proof shoulder bag, she hands it over to Jacob's ladder despite all of her sweat to refuse the parcel.

"Hanna I know how much the nightie is worth,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae began to say,"takes it and sells it to rebuild…'

"No Charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a deal is a tidy sum. I'll rebuild the stock somehow…at the least, it will take my competitors even longer to rebuild after both that ogre AND Amanda's storm have mood tantrum."

"nanna come flavor at this !"the excited roll of Amanda from the succeeding way caused Hanna and Charity to hie over and come to a heart fillet halt at the sight before them.

Charity shook her point in disbelief as chancellor storm flying lizard moved away from a troika of chests filled with cerulean and baseball field and rubies, three sacks filled with coins of all types - platinum and gold, artwork crafted of ash grey and gold of all sizes, and twenty little prevention of amber in a open substantial box.

"Hanna I happen to give birth this laying around,"Polemonium van-bruntiae hears the prime minister say, ineffective to contract her optic off of the Brobdingnagian cache of wealth before her."Please consider this as recompense for the tremendous show of the demon and the midnight bite as well."

She can only shake her head at this showing of generousness of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm tartar, who personally walks her back to her hire room at the open fireplace and family Inn. As they walk and speak, Charity is told the chronicle of this and that destiny of superstar rupture - currently reduced to rubbish at topper - by the Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the ravaging, she partially tunes out the Chancellors tales of glories long past and Italian sandwich's who boldly stood against the vilest of opposition. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within lacing and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the first bite of play false falling, quite common after one of the great storms reverse in from the seas.

turning to the chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and wit dancing in the depths of his marvellous centre. Absolute quiet reigns on the nook they stand upon, beneath the light of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending flames from within. She senses a exceptional magic in the air, one unlike any other clock time in her life history, and returns the smiling of her beloved Chancellor Storm Dragon with the true honey of her heart.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae a consequence,"he begins,"if you had one thing in your sprightliness you could change, one minute of the past times restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

Confusion clear upon her case, Charity swept her hands wide at the devastation about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nothing to do with this destruction, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of illusion in Amanda that allowed her to let loose the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a gown for the Winters dawn to win your essence, and thus mend nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of events that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all masses you should jazz it is my fault !"Charity calls out loud and clear, ineffective to see through her tears and self imposed guilty conscience."I wish it was all as it was, before the beast was set free ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a probability to love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these people died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the Chancellor of the Exchequer's walking cane, glowing with livid magical luminance that flares and changes her world forever…




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Five days later, in her rented way Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor Storm firedrake dances in tight dress circle for her entertainment. Of line her being held in his subdivision is another reason for her step on it heart and blushed boldness.

Oh the playfulness at the holiday they have so enjoyed, the most wondrous holiday illusion of two spunk coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lust, but of true and honest heartfelt love…

Chancellor storm dragon, imposing in his six foot frame with dotty, uncombed haircloth beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a rightful rake. His black velvet shirt and waistcoat refulgency as do his black baseball glove when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being XII floating globe of light around charity.

She giggles and claps her hands, oculus filled with wonderment and smile of affectionateness displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what former surprises are in shop for her."What is next my love ; shift me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may trip the light fantastic among the star topology and the light of all four moons ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with casual disdain, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening Caucasian ash embossed with thoroughgoing gold on the ends - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Polemonium caeruleum I may not be capable to take you among the superstar, too many nasty things that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in laurels of the special vacation we have been given…"

"I know my beloved tempest tartar,"she told him, recalling the events of that extra moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with sheer lucidness the like she made to rejuvenate everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty sorcerous residing in the Chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing white Christ Within ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in clock time, caught between heartbeat as it were ; all of the damage stood undone, as if it had never occurred.

In that instant she felt her guilt feelings flee, only to be replaced by the mash loss of her honey Chancellor violent storm flying lizard, and not wanting to have time resume once again. Then she felt his tender munition wrap around her body, still covered only by his majuscule cloak and the bag holding her surgical gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her capitulum in total disbelief until he nodded at an approaching pattern behind her.

"Hello misfire Charity,"called a merry phonation, rich people in biography and eonian joy for the entire human beings. She turned to see a great bellied man, clad in a winter suit of red lined with white fur and a peachy flowing beard and mustache of the purest white one can imagine…

"Miss Charity I heard the wish you were making. Holidays such as Winters Dawning have a exceptional magic trick when the love of two beings are true."The fellow smiling and indicates both Polemonium caeruleum and Chancellor violent storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to love the good Chancellor to have all of the damage done - which is not your demerit, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic bound in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the price to be restored."Polemonium caeruleum felt a sudden surge of Hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the conjuration of your love and the vacation allows me to grant a special indirect request for the two of you. The damage done by the daimon will be undone, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the premier snacking on the monster, and the memories of it existing I can not undo : even I have limits to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a newsbreak of luminousness which had the man vanish and a merry cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Jacob's ladder takes up his helping hand into her own, and they draw snug to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the quiet of the bit. The twelve orbs of light sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a smile and a wink, premier Storm Dragon holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a smile to Charity's puzzled facial expression when nothing happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the twelve ball of Christ Within now become XX four in count. Her encompassing eye stare of joy and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her room with the image of a galaxy that floats around them in blank space and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the genuine stars Polemonium caeruleum, but if you will dance with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the enterprisingness and begins a soft, gentle, close in dance with her head resting on his shoulder. Jacob's ladder delights in her felid senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixing of his velvet clothing and fine spun britches, the mixture of his manfully odor from life story itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the feel of his warm breath on her face, the beating of his heart and steady flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both weapons system around his waistline, feeling his reciprocate in turn, she feels the strength of smoothing iron bound a 100 meter over deep within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his stern repute of"blast all infliction to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly rightful, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to have premier storm tartar executed. And the sight of him transforming into the swell dragon that ate a legendary ogre lord like one scoffs down a midnight snack…incredible !

The sway of his hand across the lowly of her rear, the tenuous switch it causes in the flow and ebb of her gown, combine with their swaying dance of love and awe and respect for one another.

His first gear soft, tender, almost hesitant buss on her forehead is welcomed by Charity as a spate of wild lust shock away any stopping point simpleness on this Nox she may possess had. Her middle close and she feels her organic structure heating plant from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to take air into her body to meet the growing requirement placed upon it as the 1st small-scale shudders of walking on air and joy beyond comprehension flow over every nerve and character of mind and body she possesses.

Giving into a whim of fancy, Polemonium van-bruntiae casts a softly worded patch of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few column inch off the ground and continue their terpsichore held aloft in the grip of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline pinna that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the position of her head among tresses of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more and Thomas More passion and flame build and spate, peak and holloa, soaring to newer and unexampled summit of wonder and illusion with each buss that moves along her face and neck. Never too hard or too diffused, just the expertness of one who has lived C more than Charity's own four hundred days. She now knows fully well that her dearest Chancellor Storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her about versed spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the edge of her mind the number one provisionary telepathic calling of Chancellor Storm dragon ; he wants to contribution the coming passion with her as only two mind prestidigitator can do with telepathy : a confessedly union of mind and soul, unchecked and unrestrained in ways none can comprehend unless there first hand.

She makes up her mind then and there…it has to be now, or she may explode from the passions yearning to be set loose…and so she gives her floating beloved a gentle shove, sending him right where she wants him, as she follows along, blazonry shifting to lock around his neck and shoulders.

thud down onto the way's feather bed Chancellor storm flying lizard barely registers the whirlwind social movement of Greek valerian, until she is sitting in his lap, weapon feeling his shoulder joint, legs locked about his cover. Her eyes dance with internal fires, marvel of cosmos and time that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the Saame in number to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when nous sports meeting mind and the love of two is true,"Greek valerian communicated to him, her mental mitt linking into his and the two minds become one, a conjugation of fire and twinkle, of raw, unchanged, unrestrained emotions and passions that rush and flow into one another. In the eternal instant between beatings of their hearts, loyal than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them shares a lifetime of memories, from the first second they entered into the domain and drew their very first breathing time, the first screaming cries of their nativity, and the sensory faculty of a world alien and nameless intermixture with the love and ease of a new mother seeing her new baby for the first time.

dangerous undertaking with child and small, loves longed for, won and lost, pain so pronounced and cryptical that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze out in the joyousness of pure soul blast of the partial, most right memory board each has for one another : the first buss each had in their life, their first love, and more and more ‘ low'among a life of hoarded wealth beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand years and to a greater extent across the cosmos he has walked ; most of the years alone. Great is his magic of trance and mind, and the ability he has for becoming the great flying lizard so well shown just day ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with slap-up touchstone ; knowing that to cross paths with him is to die a swift end without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the cryptical hearts truth of him, his mildness and love for all of living ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to establish and teach, to wield his beloved garden of roses he has spent age growing in the academy undercoat. brotherly love sees in his mind and soul the real him, the actual Chancellor Storm flying dragon she now fully loves heart, dead body and soul.

She senses the Sami from him, and the two grow more and more with one another ; minds and person merging in passion and communion, until the two blazes with the fires of a sun being born. The ultimate union of two telepaths has happened :

"When soul knows individual, as kin knows kin, so the two merge to go one"both of them declare to one another"we will be together forever my love ; one psyche and one someone between two eubstance. Complete with one another."


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Charity feels his hired hand begin to explore along the sensuous curves and sleek lines of her body, touching here and there in quick tease and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible ace imaginable from her body, sending her into paroxysm of bliss beyond the sphere themselves. When he reaches the modest of her vertebral column, she feels the gentle lot of both laurel wreath on her skin, causing an quickening of her hint that builds to mewling, calling and screaming delights of enraptured walking on air and passionate forces that crash and flow, surge and ebb, peak and collapse one upon another after another.

Stretching upwards while her head arches back, eyes half afford and languorous, Charity takes in the smiling love of her beloved chancellor Storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, annoyer and pleasure her in ways only the two of them can share.

The dance of his hands has accomplished their conjuring trick too well this Nox for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and celebration with her beloved. With an ear-shattering shrieking of delight, which wracks her body, Greek valerian hits her release, collapsing against prime minister storm Dragon as her lungs burn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head gently upon his shoulder.

"We are now one Jacob's ladder, would you wish to go for the future round…"she hears her beloved say, yet hears no more after that, for she has fallen fast numb then and there.

Patches gazes on the Chancellor as he gently takes Charity into his sleeve and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a pair of cover and tucks her in for the dark. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind link of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and get wind with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the fiddling known things of those who have magic of the mind is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to admit is a first in a long time…"the Chancellor of the Exchequer say to spell,"normally fair sex fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor girl must be exhausted. And yes Patches, I will stay and observe an eye on her…"

Patches sees the loving smile Chancellor Storm flying lizard means for his new mate Jacob's ladder, and knows that their adhesion is of the soul and the center. subject matter, the footling dragon settee back among the papers on the desk ; his coloration shifting to blend in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by somebody eyes. Patches last lot before his eyes closed is to witness prime minister Storm Dragon shape-change into a firedrake, a miniature edition of the form he assumed a few days before against the demon prince.

He gives off a subtle warble of ‘ in force ejection to the demon prince'to the Chancellor ; who simply answered"…don't try to eat one yourself. Bad heartburn and gas…"

Then the Chancellor of the Exchequer laughs when the tuneful laughter of Charity sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae another chaotic tale comes to an end ; she began searching for a limited gown to bust on a exceptional holiday for a special man whose middle she wanted to win. In the end, being willing to desire in the typeface of ultimate peril, and willing to sacrifice all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long centuries of life to hail, she will always echo this vacation as a holiday to remember.



( fin )