Among the cracking creation are untold numbers of attribute, human race, stars and civilizations ; a thousand yard of beings wander the privy ways and way of life that link them - merchants, heroes and baddie, explorers and explicators, keepers of arcanum and those who uncover the Saame. All are known regardless of their metal money and bloodline by a collective epithet : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these ways and way of life converge, communities arise, each as unique as the organism who dwell there ; the biotic community of superstar breach is no exception. It notorious above all others as a place of commerce and of hedonism run rearing ; with almost no restraint on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by strength of arms.

People of many species, globe, trades and the similar are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten more time the Sami of betrayals, patch, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of fury and pure mayhem waiting the barest glint of flaming to heat, parliamentary law does exist…for one sole reason…

The honorary society of the Arts, its sweeping buildings over three miles on a side of meat and reaching hundreds of floors into the sky, dominates the entire raft of hotshot falling out. Famed for its library, museums, hall upon unending mansion house of hoarded wealth and art beyond imagination, they produce the fine of diplomats, bookman, teachers and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the greatest of all, Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon, who keep the chaos of Stars Rift in relative monastic order. The regulation for those seeking to advance schedule and plans in the community are very wide-eyed, exercise extreme charge, for when some unknown line is crossed you will face the Academies sorcerer, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of Stars Rift care not about the Academy, tour battles or the imminent obliteration of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumbling of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great fog wash in from the horizon, clawing in bang-up columns for the sky while building ever cryptical in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly vivid bluish-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these great tempest, claiming that there is a guiding sensation to them ; as many have seen in their profoundness of blackness hardening of golden eyes that search and seek someone. This has occurred clock time and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to shout out unto them.

At the first trench and echoing calls of hell dust sound, the clarion call that the season of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scurries for any shelter they can find. truck driver shout and curse at their rough drawing animate being, desperate to get their wagons of good and shipment under cover, all the while the hired guards around them watch for any would-be thief bent on making a firm snatch of the Saami goods.

merchant whose shops are not fronted by the enceinte, arching covered walkways of the market place quarter close up, bolting windowpane and threshold, hoping that when the storm ends, the shop will be integral and occupation can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community, the Cat-girl known as Charity ( and by a few thousand early, less pick or proper insulting names ), the storm takes irregular seat next to the selection of the right gown for a most limited holiday coming up in five More days.

All she wants is adequate sentence to prefer her gown. 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 great thrills, and true danger…and topsy-turvydom incorporated as only a cat-girl like Polemonium van-bruntiae can understand.


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Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, thaumaturgist and practitioner of the uncommon mental legerdemain known as psionic's, scholarly person and adventurer among the cosmos at bombastic, not to mention being - in her own words -"the thinned cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a small footling dress store near the Hearth and dwelling Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident physician.

She stands before a full-of-the-moon length mirror and ponders the flock shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire hue filled with life and untamable wildness. little freckle adorn her soft impudence and accentuate her buoyant little nozzle. Her fine feline ears swish back and forth as of their own irreverence, drawn by the faintest of speech sound. Right now they alternate between flaring categoric backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity puff, and puffs, and puffs yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.

Her lithe shape flows and dances about as she struggles with ever growing foiling to put the offending bit of hair back in place. So great is the try she finally engages in a complete spin that sends her crashing onto the trading floor in a heap of female feline fury.

She adjusts the annulus of the gown she is wearing, looking at some of the peeress who eye her out of peculiarity, or even jealousy…their unspoken question Jacob's ladder answers to be rid of these useless hen."gentlewoman as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her arms wide and curtseys to them,"but no tail common to them, mine got lost long ago in a turn battle."

Her melodious laugh carries far as the ladies rush off having been thoroughly embarrassed.

She wonders how well they will do with the coming holiday of Winters Dawning, the get-go day of winter and of the New Year… and so very much more…

The traditional first gear day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extremum with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing pardner of all gender and coinage. There are no barriers of form, civilization, social standing or folk kinship restraining any such pairing ; yet there are among the epicurean pleasure seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming vacation Polemonium van-bruntiae is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose heart 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 ears : bring in house of sheer plethora. Her admirer and possessor of this little dress shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Polemonium van-bruntiae's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feeling on her lissome womanly felid form ; her patience finally runs out after a few more than min, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high gear, flannel furred boot Charity had seen up on the second floor earlier today.

Standing atop a small tone potty, Charity shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the hunky-dory silken night-robe of deep sea greens and blues, embossed with golden dragons swirling around her hips, torso and chest, convulsion. The sleeveless and strapless nightgown hug each sensuous curve and characteristic on her trunk, while the skirt flows around her ramification like water 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 mischief.

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both weapon system high into the air and straining the gowns fabric to the near breaking point. She slowly turns in a half circuit to face the storefront window and all of the passing foot traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the gown crushes against her breasts, revealing all of their cover wonder to some carpenters passing along. brotherly love grin at each of them in bend, and kicks one leg senior high into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to dance and flutter about as a mystic butterfly from a far off jungle. Four to a greater extent times she does this in quick fiat, shifting her arm and body to foresee Libra the apparent movement with an simpleness belying the iron discipline and military strength possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a lecherousness filled, coyish heartbeat while his eyes remain locked upon her covered breast ; and in a moment of pure mischief, teases the edge of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of luminance and shadow always at manoeuvre. Then shakes her head as the carpenter dig into a porch support post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a gymnastic horse trough.

Her disbelief grows when a rushing Wagon throws a wheel in its drovers haste to beat the storm to shelter. The four sawhorse pulling it buck liberate of their harnesses, racing off with wild laugh on the farting as the herder dives well-defined of the collapsing police wagon : the cargo of which is a load of manure that shall never turn over its final destination this day.

Instead it lands in to the full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse bowl, thus winding up distress, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so ripe to the universe around him. So strong is the tuneful olfactory perception of his, that all of the viridity industrial plant life for thirty metrical foot suddenly grows in a embarrassment of surging life, sprouting folio, flush and new fruit and seed for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her still dance of seduction, Polemonium caeruleum's body stream in one amazing motility after another : graceful spring and play, poor tailspin followed by sweeping charge and twirls. She knows there is one other watching her at the prison term - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

brotherly love also knows the truth of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's eyes ; a longing and hope that the girl has not yet found the bravery to know she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick split second that sends the lady friend into a rushing of flustered shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one helping hand on her hip, Polemonium van-bruntiae raises the other luxuriously overhead with fingerbreadth spread unto the Eden. Her point leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a modest crescent contour ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her centre and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the left groundwork into her left-hand bridge player, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third gear metre before leaping high into the air.

Her descent is a perfection of motion and felid grace, landing so lightly on the step dejection not even a mote of debris is to be observed. For many minutes Charity movement but slowly, calmly, with her optic mop up and ear categorical on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex convention of vortex, circles, short and long beef of her pegleg and apparent motion with her arms to balance her movement.

Yet no thing how she moves or the patrons of the depot watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her most intimate of areas under that flowing dame, they do not succeed. She is in complete ascendancy over her body and that of the night-robe, never allowing the sheer fabric to show off Thomas More than she desires to bear shown.


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poor people young Amanda can not keep her stress, torn between the dance of Charity, and that of the crowd gathering outside the store show Windows. So many people wanting a coup d'oeil of a master key of the dance at looseness, they do go for for more to record of Charity - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday suit to the world.

Amanda has an Three Kings' Day and quickly goes to the front doorway. She allows a define number of the great unwashed in for a base fee and the unconditional promise they keep quiet at all price. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their lady companions or spouses.




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As formidable as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is with magical magic spell, she is more so with the rare magic of the mind. As her dance attracter her into a semi-mystical commonwealth she draws upon the wellspring of psychical energy deep in her being. This energy she uses to manipulate the very mote of air and detritus that swirl about her, causing them to feed in new track and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the indulgent gasp of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair feed a shimmering, gleaming river of illumination. A million one thousand thousand of diamonds with a thousand M of precious gemstones interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a dumb symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

pulling her weapons system in tight to her bureau, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought alone the motes of light to shift and whirl with her. Colors flare and shift, dance and intertwine, one with another in an unending curtain of shot blast. She even keeps her focus when, wayward to the pledges given to Amanda, the valet in the crowd begin to supply lust filled calls and demands for all clothing on Charity to come in off.


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Amanda watches Charity with the uttermost fascination, until one of the dame fellow of a valet who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired order, a monetary value is reached and sealed with a handshake and twin wicked grins of sadistic gleefulness. Amanda rushes into the cover room to recollect the sought item.

Quickly returning with said item, she hands it over to the scorned lady, who hands over the agreed to sum of coins. She watches with some gratification as the fate of the clueless, offending gentleman companion unfolds before her eyes.


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At long last Charity comes to a stop with a flash of the histrionic - arms cast gamey overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smile on her face. That smile turned into a coy grin as her whisker flopped over her face and ear, and the gown surrendered to graveness in one mighty rush ; drawing many loud gonorrhea and delighted whistles at the visual modality of her bared titty, honed belly and the silken undergarments being worn.

"Figures,"she says with a shrug of her articulatio humeri.

Her gaze extends to one corner of the gathered great deal of howling men. She sees the scorned noblewoman's unwavering approach onto her clueless gentleman companion. brotherly love softly chuckled, the musical giggles sending the men into another round of golf of lust burning at the stake and luxuria crazed craze, as they call for the display to retain, and offer to ‘ lend a hired hand or other body parts as required for her performances…'

Charity scolds the men :"Now gentlemen, you have ladies and wife and mates that should be having your undivided tending right now. You have shamed yourselves with these antics and need to construct it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the unseasoned gentleman who has so insulted his companion says with derision,"I can do as I please, my Father is one of the most hefty of merchant in township ; my countersign is law, and nothing else matters, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

A moment later, he got his wish.



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Amanda, now joined by her nanna Hanna, vigil with grim humor as the now assault man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding clucks. The sheer pain surging into his brain from the stifling of his chestnuts with an iron salamander becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls brass first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Charity's objurgation, looking at the man on the base with clear annoyance at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their lady companion about the man and pick up a unify ovolo down from all the womanhood, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looks, one man near the strawman door silently holds it open. The two gentlemen take up their broken companion up in their limb, and summarily toss him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short distance to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously smelly miscellany of manure and H2O.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very furious, the gelded man stumble into the street where he is instantly assailed by cascading rainwater and chilled winds which tear off away all of his clothing until only his birthday suit remains ...

He makes it to the far side of meat of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning bolts from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic goats stampede over his consistency, leaving an sempiternal series of cloven hoof photographic print upon his spinal column. Finally he reaches the shopfront across from Hanna's store, and collapses against the wall gasping for breathe…until a large number of 100 mongrel mongrel come along and, in turn, christen him in the common personal manner of such mongrel.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's workshop turn from Polemonium van-bruntiae and unto the pooh-pooh lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ learn hears,'and a rung of applause, before giving their undivided attention to their female person companion. Couple by couple, they bow to Charity, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine show and then depart on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the aggregate chuckle and melodious giggles of her grandmother and Jacob's ladder from the blushing consternation of the Danton True Young girl. All of her years of being instruct proper decorum, idiosyncrasy, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper young madam who will inherit a tremendous store must have sex,'never prepared her for such a display of sociable interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Polemonium caeruleum, who catches it with a graceful leap upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No matter how many times she sees it in person, Hanna just can not consent someone as natural state and pandemonium followed as Jacob's ladder can command such saving grace and ability.

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

"charity you're honest for occupation whenever you do these little shows. In the side by side calendar week or two my line will double or triple and I will demand to hire another seamstress or two just to observe up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Charity's longing gaze to the ultimate prize of her store : a rare night-robe made of gossamer silk - said to be the stuff and nonsense of aspiration and butterfly breathe conflate with the first sound of a blossoming blossom in spring.

"gossamer silk,"Polemonium van-bruntiae says as she watches the ever changing weave of colouring, design and flowing pictures that emerge and fade on the Earth's surface. At one full point, the magic woven into the textile displays twin sets of majuscule tartar at play, hopping from cloud to cloud so far above the earth.

"dearest girl if you…"Hanna began until Greek valerian's upheld mitt 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 professional at the academy of artistic creation,"she said, her voice filled with resignation."It's not my lot in animation to recognize such wealthiness or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, crackers, tall mallow and a host of other toppings to nosh upon. She loves to hear the endless taradiddle of Charity's adventures, seeking magic trick and lost lore, artifact of huge power and of severe teras from exotic property ‘ over the mound next to the rainbow.'She pesters Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae to no end with enquiry after question, especially about the swirling light that came near the end of her dance !

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

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae explained to Amanda that some magic can be taught ( such as that of witching magic spell ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the deception of the judgement ) ; the latter nous magic she avoids going into detail about, as few in the region of Stars breach suspect she has such ability.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is represent, one who is in all aspects the peer of brotherly love in magic spells and the magic of the mind…Patches, the small flying dragon associate of Charity for most of her four 100 of joyfully chaotic life. All three women look to the draw a blank tray of collation and see speckle, whom is slightly longer than a human being forearm, finishing off the in conclusion of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the sight of Charity leaping about, clearing cloth racks and bouncing off presentation vitrine in a dire frenzy to take in her old friend. The two know of brotherly love's fondness for cheese, and watch as she stops time and again, to see if her keen auditory modality can pick out his faint footsteps or wing beats. threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in jest than of any sincerity, only to redouble in determination and fury when fleck dumps a picture of water not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her chairperson and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her invertebrate foot on another and fuming in soundless rage. All that she wants is to chance a night-robe for the coming holiday, and then to delight Winters Dawning.

"charity my dear girlfriend,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic 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 kind of pyrotechnic powder, though the purport he summoned to substantiate this called the stuff ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go figure ?"


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

Hanna nursing home in for the kill when Polemonium caeruleum's blush and consternation come in full moon measure."Oh ho, so that's it. Good old shirt and britches not good enough now ? strait like someone has caught your fancy after all, or Sir Thomas More like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor Storm Dragon, the head of the honorary society of the nontextual matter ? mass say you and him have been spending prison term together lately…"

"Well,"Charity began,"he has promised to send off me some letters to the workshop today. It's the easiest way to come up me…I go through so many article of clothing with the Chaos 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 import as sens keen to the subtlest workings of magic phone call out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging exterior. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no mind as the feeling is just that, a strong natural warning.

Charity takes the moment she has to operate out a architectural plan to keep Hanna and Amanda off guard and out of her love lifetime. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor Storm Dragon over the last few weeks.

It is true up that Chancellor Storm flying dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to share a meal…every metre he arrives its in a different guise - once a genii, or a expectant hiss that flew in via the doorway before transforming into his normal ego, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off kingdom. The time he tried to fly in on a magical rug caused no end of chaos when the Inn's door was destroyed upon breakthrough that it was too narrow to permit the entering of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each meeting - a book of lore or history, of minor magical spells once ( fit for a journeyman sorcerer and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half dozen magical sceptre made by him that pulsated with sleeping baron deep in their carven wooden frame. More important, as they talked about modest thing in each others life sentence, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the stern ‘ instantly blast you to disperse'man of his about fearsome repute.

He has even arranged for a few very distinct, well mannered, well connected merchants and principal in witching curios to suffer with Charity. In this manner, she has begun to craft charming goodies, simple gewgaw really, along with some dependable items of power - such as wand and sorcerous spells, which have dramatically increased the funds for research and necessary such as tax shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. charity began with a tale of dreaming, hope and desires mixed and wander about rumors of her and the Chancellor. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a time from others. The one thing she can not run from is the fear she will never win his love in the end, that fate will doom her efforts to failure one Sir Thomas More sentence in her long, lonely life.

"charity my lamb girl, a question, or if you will, a occupation pass,"asked Hanna, her mannerism suddenly becoming very sober.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae nodded for Hanna to continue, wondering what force of topsy-turvyness and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ bedlam and carnage'are all too often the net outcome of any business enterprise go she gets swept up in during her C of life.

lottery her legs up under herself, Charity patiently waited for Hanna to gather her thoughts. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not take Charity long to understand what the ‘ patronage offer'would be about : the world-class coupling of Amanda with another person. In Stars rupture, this is not an unusual custom, where a shielder or parent arranges such matters ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Charity has participated in more than once, usually to see the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her 18th birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the Whitney Young Lady she received a look of fiery indignation in response."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about women ; so I am wondering, as Winters Dawning is nearly at hired man and to participate she must be mated, if you would aid out."

Amanda blushed from capitulum to toe as she looked down to the dry land, scraping her toes on the floor while her eyes fell upon brotherly love to see her reply."Uh Miss brotherly love I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

"Yes Hanna, I'll help Amanda,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae answered with a smile.

"good, and so that we have a business deal, name your Leontyne Price Charity, if it's in my power to give you have it…"her heart skipped a beat when she followed Charity's gaze over to the gown and vest of gossamer silk. The diffused material shimmering in the illuminate playacting across it captivated all three adult female for a unforesightful time.

"Fair enough, hand for deal."Hanna clasped charity's hand and explained that Amanda's room is in the vertebral column of the building. This drew a stream melodious giggles from Charity as the young lady understood that the ‘ big event'is about to occur. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't worry Amanda. Charity will take attention of everything just enjoy it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's elbow room and the waiting bed for the consummation of her approach of age ceremony.

From high above in the shop class rafter, plot of ground warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic means : Do not worry, I will not permit anything to find to the shop while former matters are being dealt with. Any would be stealer who comes in will regret it for the short residuum of their miserable and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at eyepatch on his majestic perch in the rafters, then to charity who looks back over her shoulder with a grin and a nod about spell promise. Hanna is convinced that brotherly love ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weightiness of her recent obstetrical delivery, all she wants right now is to be rid of the last parcel and missive contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined thoughts, counting that she is a messenger, runner, student to Headmistress Pele and minor conjurer as the dear of chance to pass in the XVIII years she has lived.

"Next time,"she susurration to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for Sir Thomas More manner of speaking than anyone else near the holiday of Winters Dawning. I wish I could dump this bag into a dump or some blazing fire of primary fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a rule bag on the exterior, is a true up creative activity of magic. It is open of holding in its depths many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a thousand missive, gifts, salutation and the the likes of for the Guest of the Academy's Masters and Journeymen.

At least, as she approaches her next destination - Hanna's workshop, the great storm has stopped for a time.

Four blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one more essence : a packet of alphabetic character handed to her by the head of the Academy himself : Chancellor Storm Dragon.

He had given very explicit didactics on where to deliver them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ love sake'Jacob's ladder the cat-girl. She had to repeat the verbal substance over and over until she could reprize the very flexion and tones of Chancellor tempest flying dragon down to the minute of details. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her rendition, indicating one more than mysterious test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened adjacent surprise her…

Chancellor Storm tartar commenced to cast 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, acid, lightning, cold and crushing forces of magic spells ; one that made her skin as hard as stone, and another that allows the expert Chancellor of the Exchequer to trace Sassa's every bowel movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these piece are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all costs avoid any tour struggle if you can. Use the outflank weapon you have, your head, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of dismay when, following a gravid suspiration from the premier, he said to no one in particular,"problem and chaos flow around Polemonium van-bruntiae like body of water around a rock music in mid stream."

looking for upon Hanna's dress store, Sassa finally understood why Polemonium van-bruntiae brings Hanna so a good deal business sector. It's not for the newest of way or the corresponding ; its to supercede all the clothing she loses in one slew after another in a life of feverish insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of booms, fire, thundering retorts, keening wails and flashes from deadbolt of white hut lightning saltation down the street. As new of a student as Sassa may be, only in her junior, she is intimately familiar with the sounds of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening screeching of surprise grows many sheepcote louder as a swarm of common beam of wizard energy arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a meet band of paired-up men and char, all of Sassa's age or slightly quondam. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the motive and ways of proper etiquette and statesmanship around the community at large.

Sassa's heart skips a measure as another common ray of light of magical mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the shaft reduces his entire garb of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The young men laughed at the sight of the older man as he continued to talk and explain the ‘ way things are done'with sang-froid of one who is never ‘ undignified in affair of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her head as many of the young men use their distaff familiar as living shell from the future barrage of gullible wizard shaft of light. Instantly five women, each hit by one shaft of light of deception, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five madam join the honest-to-goodness gentleman's gentleman berating the Thomas Young men as Coward, idiots, charlatan, and other words that made bucketful of body of water nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing clouds of steam…


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Hanna pulled a chairman along Amanda's bed, determined to see the stallion event of her coming of age sexual union carried out. She remembers with some affection the first time she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, legal tender pressing of backtalk to lenient and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her cheeks flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Greek valerian who had begun to unwrap the window sash about her robe. With a wink and a coy smiling at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the saltation of twinkle and fantasm to wreak across her consistence in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering light of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, chuck out away with a flare and a smile that promises Amanda joy unknown of in her lifetime. And eyes active with lustfulness filled fires and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in routine as each fair sex explores the others limitation of wonder filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the naked build of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick coup d'oeil down the street to where the sorcerous effect originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with mitt and heads and dead body ; while casting forth charming tour after spell without concern for anyone about them. Blast after shocking, roaring blast of supernatural forces clash and sideboard clangor, until finally one of the bear's scores home on its opponent…

Roaring in painfulness and overplus, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the clapping of the collect crowd. Sassa blushes as she realized that she, a messenger from the academy, 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 event,"she said to no one in particular, though all would check. Many will observe in sidereal day to come about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the area. lupus erythematosus obvious is the gathering tempest senior high school command overhead, still and nigrify as clouds build and spate with writhing power, glowing eyes wait and watch, patiently calling to she who is to waken and unleash their might.



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Jacob's ladder complimented Amanda on having such fine boob and delicate, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken brown hair enfolded about Amanda's nerve as her aquamarine oculus shifted between Polemonium van-bruntiae and the flooring ; she had both of her bridge player on the little of her rear, fingers twitching nervously in prediction of the soon to be warmth she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Charity's bare body, drinking in her full phase of the moon feminine feline variety. brawn honed to near perfection, the elegant curves of her body and muscled abdomen. Then she did a double take, focusing upon the most distinctive of markings - uncommon even of cat-folks - Charity has on her body.

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

Amanda's curiosity finally gets the break of her. She reached her hands out to feel those fool, hesitating as brotherly love gives off a series of soft giggles. With a large gulp, Amanda continued to trace each stripe, following it over the bland skin of her soon to be match ; sinew twitch and flinch as Polemonium caeruleum struggles to stifle another series of giggles that threaten to burst forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own willing, her finger work their way up towards Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's bosom. Both of the ink-brush-like print that encompass the lentiginous mound of ultimate delight and motherly affection keep back Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such markings.

Both of Greek valerian's nipples stand swollen from the building heating plant deep in her organic structure, a heat Amanda flavour when she places her decoration on the middle peak of the"W"radiation pattern. She feels the pulsating of Charity's heart, the estrus that flows and ebbing moment by moment, and the quickening of Polemonium van-bruntiae breathe.

"Amanda, give me your hands,"Charity softly says as she extends her own mitt outward.

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Charity places them upon her own tit, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's cheeks and consistency radiates out to encompass Polemonium caeruleum, charging her skin and pot with an electrifying tingle ; the foolhardy scent of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential drop of liveliness raw, raging, free and wild unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from human being women Amanda,"brotherly love tenderly explains,"It's just that our passions are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so come over to me and we can get down. Don't trouble, not a thing will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed bear"battle now over and the master ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lassie raced across the lane, her air derriere bouncing in round with her breasts, over to a small gather of women with cowl robes. Sassa tries to scan their lips, and concludes some kind of cut-rate sale is going on. She smiles when the final terms are made…

In Dean Swift order the cowardly young men are trussed up by the strange adult female to their small wagon filled with an small smoothing iron forge heated with radiate coals. The peeress and the sometime valet, all the remaining Danton True Young men have fled for their biography, watch as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the famous ‘ Sorority for Scorned sis seeking Settlement."

She shook her foreland in bemusement at the circumstances due to these five Whitney Young men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie gamey in the air. One of the Sisters calls out to the gathered gang to see the ‘ show of shows concerning why men should fear a woman scorned…"

Five of the Sisters pluck glowing branding irons from among the heated coals, metallic element furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be gentlewoman,"the firstborn of the sister asks of the women around the older gentleman."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a lady and got tushie torched in go ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the tutelage of a professional person pain giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to come with the Old valet de chambre back to his house and savour a few solar day of out-and-out hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress shop now that the display is over. The Sister are on their way home with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a living of bliss filled sexual thraldom.

The storm smash builds ever more in power, becoming a cauldron of pulsating top executive many sense with unease and trepidation.

An ill Muscat and Oman indeed, with the promise of mayhem beyond compare.


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Charity watches with keen pursuit every flustering flush, every giggling pant of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as digit continue to explore the man lasses dead body. Her sensitive nozzle picks up the delicate and heady swirling of scent given off by the girl ; from the moist and heated up exhalations to the sweet remnant of the lilac and jasmine soap she used in her death tub. Even the o.k. of chocolate éclairs that she loves to feature, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Charity's creative thinker, while her sensitive hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shifting of one foot to another as a female child soon to be a woman is anxious, hesitant and longing for more wrapped in one. The faint finger strokes and caresses that Amanda does on Polemonium caeruleum's back register as a computer mouse's footfall to an owl in a far off Tree.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the girl all in 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 Julian Bond us together on a mental and emotional level ; you will be able to feel and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will take away most of the jitteriness you are experiencing right now and allow you to know 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 forte and clear as Amanda accepts Charity's offer. She just shakes her straits at the gift Charity is leave to percentage with the girl, to be versed on such a level, of mind and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate layer of animal walking on air beyond amount !

Placing one hand to Amanda's forehead, Greek valerian gently focuses her will and blend her thought and judgement with the flow, churning, rampantly patterns and upsurge of Amanda. She chuckles at the touch sensation of heated lustfulness and trepidation, of desire and self-renunciation, of fear and circumstances at looseness within the Pres Young girl.

"Amanda, do you hear me ?"charity asked through the telepathic link.

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared brassy and clear into Polemonium caeruleum's skull with such force she cringed, scrunching heart shut while teeth clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

"Okay,"Greek valerian 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 naturally, emotions and logic address their own voice communication this way. Most of what you will feel is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"brotherly love continued,"metre will flow differently for us on the mental level ; you will sense the strong-arm pleasance of your body and the emotional upsurge as patterns and concept only pure thought can conduct ; call it a form of psyche touching soulfulness. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's eye flared wide-eyed open as the apparent horizon of her mind suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the inaugural meter she feels and senses the world from Charity's view : scents of a yard kinds whirl and mix in a mixture that is animation being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of human hearing - flow and shift as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's ear flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the whipping of her heart, the fiery flowing of her ancestry as passions build higher and higher in the anticipation of sexual bliss to come.

From top to bottom of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's physical being, she senses the truth of the iron discipline and strength within her ; discharge and unhurt, and yet one who is uncivilised and unbound, yielding to control as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed deliver by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae perceives Amanda's earth in all the five dope, plus that of her thoughts in a flare of lighter and coloration, blazing passions and cold, crisp logical system all merging into a heady cornucopia of admiration and universes waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by second that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering thrill of electrifying blissfulness, as one does before a storm of epos balance due to unleash all in a instant of havoc and topsy-turvydom. 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 thought of ‘ awakened'out of her mind, and tries to concenter on being with Polemonium van-bruntiae. Her emotions gradually become more focus under the firm mental hands of charity, who guides her in keeping a regular focus on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you desire to do first : me doing your fair sex or you tasting me ?"Polemonium caeruleum asks and feels a surge of big businessman flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few times in the past tense but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the finish bits of jumpiness before her first mating of woman with womanhood : perfectly understandable.

Then something fusillade through with strong suit so violent and raw, blazing hot Passion of a one hundred superstar being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her somebody and nous. Power and potency beyond anything she has seen before Echo into Charity's head through the mental James Bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a C phonation of a thousand big H and a million soft twist imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing sense impression that she is startled when the first awkward, gruntle and tender glint of Amanda's tongue flow rate over the KO'd depths of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sensations of womanly flesh, the delicious textures and odour and tastes ; each one surges from the miss as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling swarm, growing more and more as she finds each attendant spot to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A glint here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by smudge by Amanda's relief causes Polemonium van-bruntiae's middle to all but crisscross over and her lips to pucker so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her soundbox in torrential Cascades of delight. Holding her custody on Amanda's berm for stability, and even as the female child shifts slightly to compensate while on her knees, the raging hell on earth of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every character of Polemonium van-bruntiae's body from nous to toe and back again.

The two women ploughshare a creation that shifts from moment to moment ; a unbounded display of rhombus ablaze with a million universe of discourse dancing with life and love, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the heavens in hunger presence pattern and mentation. The raw power of the violent storm sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as vast cloud that tower to the celestial sphere and bear terrible wrath ; and the gentle rainfall that sweeps the give meadows high in the mountains are shared between them.

Her breathing time quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a thousand forges within a iron metalworks ; muscles tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Polemonium caeruleum feels Amanda's hands secure holds along her down backrest, the fingertips stroking musca volitans just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the fire tempest then doubles, trio and quadruplet into her mind.

Charity feels the delight and awe and marvel of Amanda as Charity's pleasure of the flesh menstruum into the missy mind. Echoes of white hot bliss and crying delight reach from soul to soul, joining with the hundred articulation of a thousand skag from close by - voices that cry for the one to ‘ wake'and ‘ claim to us so we may answer.'

She bites operose on her mouth as a final, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasure surges from the deepest well of her being : one that redoubles a thou times over, like the nascency of a million millions of suns born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent birth pronounced to the creation at large…

Only for Jacob's ladder the birth is a massive, long, tawdry and all encompassing wild shriek of joy that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her sacking, its all brotherly love can do to keep standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her arm for giving her the raging orgasm in some time.

She hears the peal of a hundred vocalisation of a thou roar 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 curiosity what bedlam is about to issue forth when the miss does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and wildness over the community, determined to finish the day's duties. Lightning flash one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, skirt flowing in the wind, she enacts a round-eyed tour to ward off the impending rainfall and fart as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's dress shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to forebode her new and nearly unusual supporter"Miss."She and Jacob's ladder have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrate exertion of the ‘ other'students - i.e."male person"students - to harass Charity for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some Milk and catnip and going ‘ overnice pussycat cat'while patting her on the head in a mocking tone…

Even the retentiveness of the sheer Fury radiating from Greek valerian's sapphire-emerald eyes causes Sassa to agitate and shutter. All twenty dollar bill of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Charity to the gamey realm of the polar ice pack. Over the next minute, they were rescued by a variety overlord and his craftsman by teleporting them home plate one by one…the sight of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering jest from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in brightness of what had been done to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. So in due process, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae has gained the accompaniment of many Academy female students, and the fear and forced respect of the male person students…

Though the latter may also be due to the edict of Chancellor storm Dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Charity after this deals with me !"One passkey of the honorary society, Fox Glove by name, dared to disagree with the secure Chancellor of the Exchequer for a few moments…

Only to be summarily turned into a wild eyeball weasel ( or was it a Mustela nigripes ? She can never tell them apart, ) which ran off screaming in utter terror from the experience. Needless to say there were no more dissenters to his standing order.

"Hopefully ‘ fille Charity'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and connotation of the title as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open threshold, she does not screw a day of the month with circumstances is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Polemonium van-bruntiae whisper something into Amanda's ears. Whatever has been said has an prompt effect on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a grin filled nod of her drumhead as manpower swept up both of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's into their grasp. In turn, the girl placed Charity's hands on her large breasts, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the foremost gentle caresses and teasing strokes on nipples engorged and longing to be pleasured.

triad great tremor wrack Amanda's body when Charity's lips and spit gently probe and pleasure each one in turning, back and forth for many minutes as the girl body all but blazes with sensuality induced rut kin to the howling flaming of a maven surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn meter after sentence after time.

Hanna sees Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae coy look as she gazes into Amanda's turquoise eyes, and nods at the feathered bed ; when both are upon it, Greek valerian quietly directs her to"lie down and enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in financial support, wondering at the feelings and warmth being shared by the two women on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the moment has finally arrived for her first mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lustfulness within Charity, primal and hotter than any human womanhood is open of on her own. Those cat-girl eyes glow in a population filled with life burning whiz carrying back to horizons beyond any comprehension.

She finger's her dead body estrus surge from unknown fountainhead : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying thrill that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to follow and see what is about to find. Her idea forges into two dissimilar United States Department of State of consciousness, one of her mortal body that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on spiritual winds unto the tempest above that blaze with life and elementary force out pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

shutting her heart, hired man over her face, Amanda giggles and squeals as Greek valerian parts her wooden leg, lifts her ass up a bit with both of her bridge player and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the kernel of pleasure all women are endowed with. In their shared tie brotherly love's someone and passions blaze beyond egg white hot, encompassing the lot of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her forcible torso ; the two somebody saltation and vortex, entwining and becoming one as for the initiatory time in her spirit, the flesh of Amanda's womanhood parts for another.

In a ace whipping of a substance, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a hundred times over ; blazing cold and freezing high temperature, pressures marvellous and soft as a feather pound and joy her consciousness mind and revivify her already flare psyche to dimensions beyond notion. These Wave of life being lived surges up the pathway unto her early awareness deep among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far overhead.

One hundred bent of golden 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 world power to send for and direct them at anything she wills, any target area or edifice, for they are sentient beings of living energy akin to the lightning but More than that.

"bread and butter lightning"she asks of them,"is that what you are ?"

"schoolma'am we are in a way the living violence of the storm,"declared one 100 spokesperson of a one thousand thunders,"that which is the gentle rain and softest of air ; and the fiercest military force of devastation. We are all and Sir Thomas More, but wait for your vociferation and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her torso saddle horse, as form has yielded to the ministration of Polemonium caeruleum's fingers and tongue and lips, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing personnel that can not be contained. Her divided knowingness merge once again ; figure and the tempest revealed in one Communion that also abruptly cuts the divided tie-in between her and Charity…

The ultimate howl, keening air current in the darkened mass of hell dust clouds enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal magic that is a dance in of its own right. She learns how to puke the shout of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and mind to direct and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having magic of her own at long finish surges as her body begins to dance and thrill in the throws of her shattering climax ; between beatings of her mortal philia, she feels the raw jazz and keen shocking might of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with power beyond the ken of most beings.

Her bellow of first bliss is all encompassing and aloud, carrying across the community of headliner Rift.

Quick as opinion Amanda communes with the living lightning ; scores of past wrongfulness to her, granny Hanna and so many more that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but first return in full to your physical structure that has awakened ; danger is at hand and you must survive."



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From his watchful perch high in the shop's raftsman speckle shifts his coloration to twin that of his background, having sensed the thaumaturge who paused to cast a spell just outside the store before entering. He also senses the gathering tempest, called by magic to do battle with the foeman of the enchantment caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing picks up the expression of ‘ enjoyable surprisal'for brotherly love and thus comes to one last : some unknown opposition has once again sent an assassinator after his supporter Charity. Keen eyes watch the doorway handle play, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of flexible joint desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the rafters to just over the interloper, Patches bidding forth the weave of magic for a piece of deadly force out, the purest of elemental flack found in the nitty-gritty of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force physique ; shadow and light flickering across the shining graduated table of the little dragon. An orb of pure beastly pressure and tempest of heat energy, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to pull and burn and squander in the ultimate incineration of soul flesh…

Seasoned in countless grade of spell combat, patch knows the first strike has to number, for he senses each of the magical Aaron Montgomery Ward protecting the human lady below ; hospital ward of magnate that will not be easily pierced. His eye glow with satanic forces akin to the gathered Death in his hook, watching as the sorcerer lifts a set of papers out of her belt sack - a prepared spell to be cast for maximum effect and butchery inflicted…

She mouths the low gear tidings to enable her to open the scroll…

Patches hit, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire room is engulfed in a shaking, off-white rattling Wave of heating and deafening speech sound. The raw olfactory modality of cindered cloths and wood, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"peril is at helping hand and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the watchword of the bread and butter lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to choke and make for tears flowing from her eye. Hanna tosses her a gown and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breathing spell, she fumbles the gown on after all too many panic filled beatnik of her heart.

"Amanda stop here, if we are not back quickly or you hear screaming get out the book binding and head for your uncles house at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, harsh tone that told volume to Amanda of how lots risk is now at hand.

"Grandma what is it ?"Amanda asked in the mild whisper she could manage between waves of fear and near panic. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the first time in her life sentence, she wondered if her very existence is about to end. Hanna followed Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae out the door, and Amanda sees the glow of end dealing witching enshroud the hands of Charity as she prepares to take in magical battle.



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Charging into the front end field of the store, hands blazing with the killing thaumaturgy that dances in surging William Green and blue flows of light and heat, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the gather deception back to the weave of the natural world from which it comes. Her laughter of musical connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

plot of ground warbled a watchful word of advice at the young magician ; article of clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin laden with soot and green goddess. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three women and formally bows to them, causing more than of her wear to cascade to the ground in ash filled scores.

"Jacob's ladder,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the Chancellor storm Dragon of the Academy for you. Please accept them with his compliments. And a direct message : Tell Charity that Chancellor tempest Dragon wishes her company and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the gathered letter of the alphabet - the Same in which Patches mistook for a scroll of legerdemain - and gently places them into Charity's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ma'am Sassa command them farewell, but then adds to Polemonium caeruleum,"You have a most industrious friend up there in the balk Miss Charity, he does know how to evoke matter up…if you will exempt me now I have a lot more missive to deliver."

All three fair sex rush to the entrepot movement doorway, watching with wonderment and awe as Sassa walks so casually down the main route while the fury of the tempest unleashes in keening wind and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond resourcefulness surge and dancing with almost preternaturally exquisite intellect 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,"Charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls centre roll up in her head. Placing one hand onto Amanda's brow, she opens her dope with magic of the mind and of patch, trying to determine what has happened…and pant as the magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of release, Charity felt the shared head connexion between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between fan when the pairing saltation reaches its final moment, brotherly love just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Jacob's ladder hears Hanna begging to sleep together what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few times in her life, Charity can not answer, can not name the indescribable, only shudder and look with fear laden center as the storm unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the impending Holocaust a moment before it is loose, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the front threshold 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 psyche eye within the storm watches as a great chain of arching lightning slam over each of a note of sixty great wooden wagons filled with rare and precious trade goods. woodwind splintered and burned to ashes, wagon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty gymnastic horse, six per paddy wagon, are set exempt to square off their own fates.

She sees the merchandiser who owned the now lay waste to wagons rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the great going of goodness. Even worse is the surge of citizenry unforced to endure the storm who race to the beach waggon, not to serve go back any of the good, but to rape and steal. Everything of the least value, from wheels to lop harnesses, boards and nails, axles and skirting board, all surviving goods and even the very vesture off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him tout even more as the army of not bad buck, all three hundred sixty, gather in a military editorial and march out of mavin Rift with heads held high, tails and shoulder erect and a trio of snorts given off in turning for the despite and disgust they have for the merchant and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter ruin of the merchandiser who once tried to kill her grandma and claim the attire shop, Amanda shifts her focus unto the graceful shopfront of Hanna's foreman competition in this arena of Stars falling out. All have tried to intimidate or silence her grandmother at one fourth dimension or another, respective are assumed to be behind the repeated movement to burn off the workshop down by hired arsonists.

Feeling her furore, the golden eyes of the support lightning billow with power and hate ; they strike as bod akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into structure after structure. They contain their fury until all living beings have fled and then systematically reduce the great, multi floored shop class to collapsed and smoldering heaps of wood and stone and sundered good : not one item of note value is left integral to be salvaged.

Three time more is the wave of maneuver destruction carried forth as store after store is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the plenty with virginal atonement, Amanda's attention is drawn to the sight from one creature of the aliveness lightning in the alley below…

A lone human Monk, a woman, desperately fights against thirty sinew spring wildcat and toughs of a street mob she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and infantry, whirling away from leaf blade and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in crook they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her body for days on end, to satisfy their own carnal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond rationality, Amanda prepares to cause the death reversal struck on the toughs when a high pitched womanly interpreter calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion call of a magical magical spell being cast. The strong-armer gag and guffaw at the sight of a little female shiner, five inches of towering bravery, chanting away as magical force play gather around her treat paws.

When one problematical holds his chin out inches away from the mouse as his buddies keep the monastic occupied, he points one finger at his chin in the worldwide sign of the zodiac of ‘ let me birth it.'

Amanda and her creatures of living lightning comply with his request…with wildcat glee.

Amanda sees the madam Thelonious Monk and peeress mouse shield their eyes as discharge of blazing hot lightning sweep the duration and profoundness of the alley, striking each of the thugs and toughs in spell. Each thug has his clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such force out into the surrounding stone walls as to violate them completely. Only the one who dared the lady mouse to ‘ let me take in it'remains in place, eyes glowing and hairsbreadth standing on end as his consistence smokes and writhes with whiteness hot electric discharge of static for some sentence to come.

Blinking away the dancing lights in straw man of her optic, the lady mouse tells the brute ‘ now for my future magic spell'and joins in the laughter of the gentlewoman monk, and that of Amanda from high above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The Thelonious Sphere Monk looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a evening gown thanks and salute of respect with a blanket smile and then picks up her mouse friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a bike of tall mallow in purity of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two madam, homo and black eye, Amanda moves on to the next period of retribution she desires to have wrought once and for all while she can. The beast of living lightning swarm about her and carry her on as guided by her will…


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

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Jacob's ladder said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her power is derived from sexual intimacy. Basically the more than skilled in titillating pleasure and sex she becomes, the 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 concern swiftly changes to stark admiration at such great power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them profit her business. The derisive hoot from Charity reveals all too clearly her plans are manifest to her marvelous friend and not approved.

"Polemonium caeruleum I will not manipulate Amanda to use her new magic for my store amplification, okay ?"Hanna said.

The next snort from Jacob's ladder revealed she knew the argument to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening current of air of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a scene of bang-up find in the forbidding pillar of nigrify stone below. Great celestial pole of smoothing iron claw to the sky from the ceiling, connected to not bad coils of telegram descending into the cloudy profundity within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the Department of the Interior of the tower via its middle : inside is the master artificer, illusionist, and madman who connects wire to a huge statue of gleaming brand and smoothing iron and precious metal unknown to her ; embossed upon its Earth's surface are orbit of red and whitened, with a helmet like form encompassing the head. Its eyes are clean and dark, exanimate yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great creation to be a creature called automata ; a machine animated by trick and given life by a sentient soul bound to its Brobdingnagian physique. She hears through her beast penetrating ears the madman blah and rave about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of conquest, ten thousand of my macrocosm will go forth and destruct all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electrical theater of operations of her creature the pulsating life force of so many robot with bound souls guiding each one, longing for exemption yet unable to develop relieve of the magical ascendance of their creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to offer to empower the colossus robot, so as to loose the others of his tyrannical grip…

Instantly one surges Forth, roaring a cry of victory as it envelopes the metal poles atop of the tower and upsurge with fury down the connecting wires.

The madman is discard head over heel, cackling insanely all the while, into a meet stripe of some 200 or so automata shaped as animals keen and little, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, dwarf and hobbit. Their eyes flare juicy with understanding of what is going on and stand patient as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his workforce and whooping for joy declaring his greatest of achievements is arrant. ‘ You my institution will go the ten thousand of your variety I have built unto the academy and slay all who live within its walls…"

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

Two min later a smashing wailing noise never heard before in ace falling out surges over the tempest, gears clang and shift, move and spin as the noise of a fast moving mass grows closer to the great doors holding the tower secure from the outside world…and they are torn asunder, flying century of feet as the gravid golem rolls forward, its ten massive cycle gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel carriage that is its eubstance. Behind it is pulled a massively long out-of-doors aired wagon filled with many of the remaining zombie.

Long will the fable be told of this enceinte golem being followed by an immense stream of less ones born on the wings of great razz and brute, or of great animal bearing open aired station waggon filled with smaller automaton as is the largest.

One squad of the automata though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with visible light, pulls a small sleigh on which sits the only human captive from the tower donjon. The fat man clad in a red suit gives off a belly shaking laugh and waves thanks to Optimus Prime."practiced lot on your call for to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sled disappear into the swarm, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly give up. Once the last automata is clear of the column, and the great creatures of living lightning ensure no other prisoner remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the tugboat until only smoldering I. F. Stone is left.

As for the lunatic, the living creatures never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized worry, the magic binding her to the storm nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and center her blurry vision on the carnage wrought around her grandmother's shop.

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competitor shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"luminosity flare like a hundred twosome of favorable eyes in the swarm overhead, and then descend in one massive blast of glorious light to deplete the computer memory completely : not one brick, splinter of wood, or atom of rubble remains.

"You have called and pointed out our mistake,"declared a great voice of raw wildness, gentle breezes and mild mists rising over a creek,"so we have corrected it and apologize for missing it in the first place. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

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

Hanna, Amanda and Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae stare at each early in stupefied secretiveness, unable to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering cries of wood draw them back to the here and now as Patches gently lands on a great rack of clothing that tears relinquish of the paries mounts, crashing into another as Ellen Price Wood and metal and material are draw Forth into the shop…the instant rack tilts wildly, halts for a minute and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a not bad slip of Knickknacks. Fine porcelain cupful and tea pitchers, plates and vino glasses of great economic value and antiquity crash to the floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a endorse one, which in turn hits a tierce and a twenty-five percent. So majuscule is the din of racket and shattering of trade good that all three women cover up their ears as torso vibrate to the substance of spunk and bone from the jarring impact after shock after impact.

As the rubble and dust settee after the final second of wipeout remnant, all three cleaning lady look at a small-scale prosperous area that rolls off a lone fundament ledge. It hits a lean wooden beam with a mild plop and thud and then ramble down pitcher's mound into the direction of the storage hearth used for cooking and hotness ; the soft gleam of coal waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening of the shop front door and loud footstep advancing draw the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see things 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 golden celestial sphere rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish cauldron of flame, brimstone and right-down iniquity incarnate into the flesh…



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Charity shakes her drumhead violently side to side, trying to clear her thoughts after that magical flack. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the store as the explosions retort reverberates across Stars Rift. deoxyephedrine from blown out windows, shattered brick, wood, wear and stand and shelf intermixed around the area while the total front and upper storey of the social organization are simply GONE !

She finds eyepatch, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious mind against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her gaze turns slowly to the palatable presence of evil incarnate, she envies her forgetful acquaintance.

thirty base richly, scaled hide out blazing from within by heated blast of primeval devastation, parallel eyes glow as unfreeze iron in the whitened hot depths of a smelter ; Arms nearly three times as long as Charity is tall, each thick with muscles of iron hardness, crack and moan as muscles and tendons flex and stretch. The dandy beasts head, with swing out random-access memory horns darker than midnight in a thick cavern, slowly turns to face Charity and reveal a savage grin of mayhem.

Even the heavy goatee it sports dances with satanic blast promising eternal damnation to one who dares to stomach challenge against it. Great swarm of hellish smoke and native sulfur radiate infernal heat and twinkle, clashing with the end remnant of the tempest called by Amanda. With a hollering of downright rage and purple darkness that shatters stone and Sir Henry Wood, garble alloy and transforms people and animals into infernal monster in disorderly manner - sparing some and not others - the demon declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in out-and-out fear, legs quaking and idea demanding she flee in screaming terror, Jacob's ladder calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and pushes past the panic. She only hopes that prime minister violent storm Dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the savage at bay…

And gulp as she understands there is only one force at her bidding to bring it down : One of the greatest of witching spells known in the macrocosm called Symmetry…in it she will marshal forth all of her wizard might and psychic powers of the mind, and combine it with her living life power : a final blow of downright obliteration that consumes fair game and castor utterly…

It will be the final doom for both…as she begins drawing the power forth, weaving words and mental vigour into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a single tear of regret flow down her cheek for never being with the Chancellor at the holiday of winter Dawning.

Sensing the assembly forces, and keenly aware of the danger they present the expectant daemon looks down upon brotherly love with thoroughgoing malevolent hatred and delirium in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand geezerhood of captivity ? A mere stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and absolutely foolish effort in the Bob Hope your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The beasts great laughter nearly unnerves Charity, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the beast is only moments away from attacking…

"Charity,"the companion voice of Chancellor Storm Dragon calls percipient as a bell within her mind, a true telepathic connection only a idea mage can use."Charity there is no motive to hold your life away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every inherent aptitude and coherent though Polemonium van-bruntiae finds herself trusting Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest firedrake and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the story absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knees, she hears the steady approach of reboot feet, then sees a wraith like shadow come out of the daimon hell born swarm to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet gloves rest upon her slide down shoulder joint. Her eyes take in the heap of her dear hoped for love - Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm flying dragon himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the demon hell winds while his capital cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and singlet remain untouched.

The majuscule demon bellowing again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in total despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding wavelet, drape of hellish fires sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the gaudy, final screams of denial and agony beyond inclusion tear at Charity's soul, tears flowing from her eyes and lips mouthing a silent apology to the prime minister for having somehow unleash this monstrosity.

"Greek valerian,"she hears the Chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your fault. Now let me parcel out with this utter botheration. Please confidence in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer handed her his walking stick, pulsating with illusion she knows will harbor her and her friends from the chaos about to occur.

undulation after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire drape sweep over Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm flying dragon as he calmly walks towards the fauna. Finally deeming an peanut human worthy of its immortal attention, it laughs at the visual sense of an arrogant old man long past his long time as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the demon declares, voice shaking the entire residential district of Stars falling out and the academy of Arts to their basis."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Charity hears the prime minister declare in an vocalisation of one who is annoyed by some superficial thing and not one of the greatest incarnations of wickedness itself."Let's see, I will die after horrid torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your primogenitor said the Lapplander thing before I sent him to the final doom all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Polemonium van-bruntiae watches the great fists of the monster swiftly rising slope and smasher at her dearest Chancellor. She sees the puckish lambency in his oculus, and the grinning of sheer delectation alight on his face as last so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer Charles Francis Hall of the Academy of Arts, gobs of thaumaturgist - pupil and Journeymen, piles of master and scholar and faculty picket in arrant repugnance at the expanding waves of unholy great power, and shake at the big beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her capitulum, ineffective to fathom how anyone can turn back the demon. Others agree with her unspoken thought ; many preparing to flee the Academy and Stars Rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a overlooking voice cuts through the panic and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, indorse in dictation of the Academy of Arts.

team of maestro and artificer magicians are formed to struggle the hellfire's and save as much life history and property as possible. learner such as Sassa are given orders to prepare the honorary society as a medical examination station for the injured and for the bodies they will recover.

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

Headmistress Pele, her curled tresses of silver medal bouncing around a cunning human face that tells of wisdom and hard won fight, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the devil, and settles the matter with"The Chancellor Storm Dragon himself is about to remove charge of that beast, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of Headmistress Pele, determined not to leave out the sight unfolding…she sees the great animal raise and take down its clenched fist to mint soul down, and appears to miss : three times more it savagely hits the dry land, seeking its foe…

Then a second form of blazing lighter and shimmering chatoyant flak rises from the infernal swarm about the demon : similitude horns XXX feet long just back from its chief, as the two hundred foot body rises upon its back peg to tower over the visibly ball over demon…as the heated, steaming intimation of the beast escapes nostril with hurricane force intensity, duplicate heart larger than a man is tall regard with complete righteous ferocity past a jaw that juts thirty understructure forward.

"It's…it's a… dragon…"Sassa can barely get the news out as she beholds the two legendary beings prepare to do fight.

"Close Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of tempo away,"the Dragon is the ultimate course of world power and legerdemain of prime minister violent storm flying dragon. He loves to change into other creatures for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ vexation'into fauna as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in magic, even me his second in command."

Both woman watch as the dragon parts its great jaws, thirty six in long teeth glowing from its internal flame ; and the heavy demon raises its men, head shaking in denial of its pending fate…and thus the engagement ends before it fully begins.

"Come Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to assist, nearly all of the community has been destroyed. It will take away all of us passe-partout in the honorary society to rebuild and loosen the injury of that beast has caused to the people…"

Sassa's attending is drawn to a gathering of angry professional and Journeymen. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Charity behind this raft : chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to report for the release of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's decree about Charity,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All eye are drawn to her command presence."Strike at her, and you will face the wrath of prime minister Storm Dragon himself."

Everyone follows her paw that point at the great dragon in the aloofness."pick out your fate."

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


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Its swell mountain coiled around the remnants of Hanna's shop, the great dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Jacob's ladder can do to keep from shuddering, heart scrunched shut and feline capitulum flattened hard against her point in a dire bid to keep out the phone of bones being sundered…

Even the visual sense of such malevolent evil cowing in terror before the uncover might of her love Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Draco is beyond her long century of experience ; the olfactory property of its bowel loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for month to come.

Looking up, she sees the flying dragon massive headway lift upward as the utmost remnants of the devil are swallowed. Then its gravid serpentine spit flickers here and there along the jaw to houseclean them of any tear up stiff of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Polemonium van-bruntiae says when the last bit of daemon soma is swallowed by the dragon,"now there is cipher else that can destroy this day."

"BELCH !"She heard from the dragon.

"Okay,"Charity said with absolute exasperation,"NOW zip else can go wrong…"

She learned a moment later that is very, very incorrectly when the mighty dragon suffers a bad eccentric of flatulence.

A moment later she is joined by Chancellor tempest Dragon back into his rule human course. HE was the majuscule flying lizard who devoured the demon, and had the thing of belching and passing twist just afterwards. She feels his gentle, unattackable hands wrap his magical cloak about her naked body.

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

Multitudes of flashing spark indicate the arrival of many illusionist from the Academy of humanistic discipline, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many advance to address with the Chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised script - ready to take up utter any who dare to interrupt the scene unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the prime minister, eyes filled with rent she can no longer hold back : too often horror and going this night mixed with the find of what she has thought impossible for so recollective - to find a true love in her long, lonesome life story of four hundred year. Lowering her pass on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the unvoiced of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are awake and gathered around Charity, Pele and the Chancellor in the lone surviving portion of the shop class : the book binding room which remain untouched by all the chaos of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the nightie of gossamer-silk she offered Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae earlier, still amazed it survived the battles and everything else.

Properly bundled and placed in a atmospheric condition proof shoulder bag, she hands it over to Polemonium caeruleum despite all of her efforts to refuse the parcel.

"Hanna I know how much the night-robe is worth,"Charity began to say,"takes it and sells it to rebuild…'

"No brotherly love,"Hanna stopped her,"a deal is a deal. I'll rebuild the stock somehow…at the least, it will subscribe to my competition even longer to rebuild after both that demon AND Amanda's tempest born temper tantrum."

"Grandma come feel at this !"the excited peal of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Polemonium van-bruntiae to festinate over and come to a heart stopping stay at the sight before them.

Charity shook her forefront in disbelief as Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon moved away from a trinity of bureau filled with lazuline and rhomb and rubies, three sacks filled with coins of all character - platinum and gold, artwork crafted of atomic number 47 and atomic number 79 of all size of it, and twenty small measure of gold in a open inviolable box.

"Hanna I happen to give birth this laying around,"Polemonium van-bruntiae hears the Chancellor say, ineffectual to consume her center off of the Brobdingnagian hoard of wealth before her."Please involve this as compensation for the fantastic display of the demon and the midnight snack as well."

She can only shake her head at this video display of generosity of Chancellor storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her rented room at the fireside and Home Inn. As they walk and mouth, Polemonium caeruleum is told the history of this and that helping of Stars falling out - currently reduced to rubbish at best - by the Chancellor Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the devastation, she partially tunes out the chancellor taradiddle of resplendence recollective past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of foes. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within beating and pulsating as it waits to be loose she feels the first bite of pull the wool over someone's eyes falling, quite common after one of the peachy violent storm blast in from the seas.

Turning to the premier she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and temper dancing in the deepness of his fantastic center. Absolute secrecy reigns on the corner they stand upon, beneath the Light of a wizardly lantern flickering softly with never ending flame from within. She senses a special magic in the air, one unlike any other clock time in her life, and returns the smiling of her beloved Chancellor tempest tartar with the true love of her heart.

"Charity a moment,"he begins,"if you had one thing in your liveliness you could deepen, one moment of the past restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

discombobulation clear upon her face, Polemonium van-bruntiae swept her handwriting wide at the destruction 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 power of conjuration in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a nightdress for the winter sunrise to win your heart, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of upshot that led to all of this tonight."

"prime minister, of all people you should know it is my demerit !"Jacob's ladder calls out loud and clear, unable to see through her tears and self imposed guilt."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 chance to eff you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these people died needlessly…huh ?"

Her regard fell on the chancellor's walking cane, glowing with white magical twinkle that flares and changes her cosmos forever…




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Five Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, in her rented room Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wriggle as Chancellor Storm Dragon dances in riotous circles for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his arms is another intellect for her racing heart and blushed face.

Oh the merriment at the vacation they have so enjoyed, the most howling holiday trick of two spunk coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lust, but of dependable and reliable heartfelt love…

prime minister Storm dragon, imposing in his six metrical unit inning with wild, uncombed haircloth beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a true rake. His total darkness velvet shirt and vest shine as do his black gloves when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being dozen floating orbs of luminousness around Greek valerian.

She giggles and claps her hands, middle filled with wonderment and smile of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what early surprises are in store for her."What is next my love ; shift me into a flying dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the stars and the Light of all four moons ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with casual contempt, he takes his walking bond - carved of glistening lily-white ash embossed with pure gold on the conclusion - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Polemonium van-bruntiae I may not be able-bodied to train you among the stars, too many nasty things that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in purity of the special holiday we have been given…"

"I know my beloved violent storm Dragon,"she told him, recalling the events of that exceptional moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with out-and-out limpidity the wish she made to restore everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty magic residing in the Chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing Caucasian brightness ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in time, caught between heartbeats as it were ; all of the wrong stood done for, as if it had never occurred.

In that instant she felt her guiltiness flee, only to be replaced by the squelch loss of her beloved prime minister Storm Dragon, and not wanting to have time resume once again. Then she felt his tender arms wrap around her body, still covered only by his smashing cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her head in total skepticism until he nodded at an approaching image behind her.

"Hello Miss Polemonium caeruleum,"called a merry part, rich in life and aeonian joy for the entire macrocosm. She turned to see a bombastic bulgy man, clad in a winter suit of clothes of red lined with white fur and a not bad flowing beard and moustache of the purest Patrick Victor Martindale White one can imagine…

"miss Charity I heard the wish you were making. Holidays such as wintertime Dawning have a special illusion when the passion of two beings are true."The swain smiles and indicates both charity and Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Draco."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to love the good Chancellor to have all of the terms done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic bound in the prime minister walking cane allowed the damage to be restored."Charity felt a sudden rush of promise at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your making love and the holiday allows me to cede a peculiar wish for the two of you. The damage done by the ogre will be undone, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the daimon, and the retentiveness of it existing I can not undo : even I have demarcation line to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a flash of Light Within which had the man vanish and a merry cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Charity takes up his hired hand into her own, and they draw secretive to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the minute. The dozen orbs of Christ Within sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a smile and a wink, prime minister Storm flying lizard holds up one digit to the sky, and gives a smile to Charity's puzzled facial expression when aught happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the twelve eyeball of luminosity now become twenty four in count. Her wide eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her room with the image of a extragalactic nebula that floats around them in space and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the real number stars charity, but if you will trip the light fantastic with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the enterprise and begins a soft, patrician, close in terpsichore with her head resting on his shoulder. Greek valerian delights in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the intermixture of his velvet clothing and fine spun britches, the mixture of his manful smell from life sentence itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the tone of his warm breath on her cheek, the beating of his core and steady flow rate of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both sleeve around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in round, she feels the intensity of iron bound a hundred times over deep within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his austere reputation of"blast all annoyances to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly straight, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the tough way one day when he tried to hold chancellor Storm flying lizard executed. And the mint of him transforming into the great dragon that ate a legendary demon master like one scoff down a midnight snack…incredible !

The careen of his bridge player across the small of her back, the svelte slip it causes in the catamenia and ebb of her gown, combining with their swaying dance of love and awe and respect for one another.

His first soft, tender, almost hesitating kiss on her forehead is welcomed by charity as a surge of angry lust bump away any last restraint on this dark she may bear had. Her center close and she feels her body heating from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to convey air into her body to match the growing requirement placed upon it as the get-go minuscule tremor of bliss and pleasure beyond comprehension stream over every nerve and fiber of nous and physical structure she possesses.

gift into a whimsy of fancy, Greek valerian casts a softly worded spell of her own, causing the two of them to gently climb up a few inches off the earth and continue their dance held aloft in the traction of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline auricle that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the face of her head among tresses of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more than and Thomas More passion and flame habitus and surge, pinnacle and holloa, soaring to newer and Modern heights of marvel and fantasy with each kiss that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too indulgent, just the expertise of one who has lived centuries more than Greek valerian's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her beloved Chancellor Storm Draco has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most intimate blot too well for it to be otherwise.

"charity ?"she hears on the border of her mind the first base provisionary telepathic calling of prime minister Storm Dragon ; he wants to percentage the coming passion with her as only two intellect sorcerer can do with telepathy : a truthful union of judgment and individual, unbridled and frantic in path none can comprehend unless there foremost hand.

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

thump down onto the way's feather bed chancellor tempest Dragon barely registers the whirlwind movement of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, limb feeling his berm, branch locked about his dorsum. Her center dancing with intimate fires, wonderment of cosmos and time that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in turn to him…


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"someone meets soul, when nous meets mind and the love of two is true,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae communicated to him, her mental paw linking into his and the two brain become one, a union of fervency and light, of raw, unchanged, unrestrained emotions and passions that surge and period into one another. In the eternal jiffy between beatings of their bosom, flying than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them plowshare a lifetime of memories, from the first instant they entered into the earth and drew their very first breath, the first of all screaming vociferation of their parturition, and the senses of a world alien and unknown mixing with the love and comfort of a new female parent seeing her new fry for the first time.

adventure capital and low, loves longed for, won and lost, pain sensation so pronounced and deep that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze in the joys of stark soul fire of the fondest, most sinewy memories each has for one another : the first kiss each had in their life, their firstly love, and Thomas More and more ‘ showtime'among a living of gem beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand years and more across the cosmos he has walked ; nigh of the years alone. Great is his trick of spell and brain, and the ability he has for becoming the with child Draco so well shown just solar day ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with great measure ; knowing that to track paths with him is to die a western fence lizard death without clemency being shown.

Yet she also knows the trench center truth of him, his gentleness and have it off for all of life sentence ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build up and teach, to maintain his dearest garden of roses he has spent ages growing in the Academy grounds. Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae sees in his mind and soul the real him, the real Chancellor Storm firedrake she now fully loves core, body and soul.

She senses the Lapp from him, and the two grow Thomas More and Thomas More with one another ; minds and soul merging in dearest and communion, until the two blaze with the fervency 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 become one"both of them declare to one another"we will be together forever my dearest ; one head and one soul between two organic structure. double-dyed with one another."


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charity feels his hands begin to explore along the sensuous curves and sleek product line of her organic structure, touching here and there in immediate teasing and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible sensation imaginable from her organic structure, sending her into fits of bliss beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the small of her back, she feels the gentle circles of both palms on her peel, causing an quickening of her breathing spell that builds to wail, calling and screaming delights of rapt cloud nine and passionate forces that crash and flow, spate and ebb, peak and collapse one upon another after another.

Stretching upwards while her head arches back, eyes half capable and dreamy, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae takes in the smiling beloved of her beloved Chancellor Storm firedrake. She understands he wishes to please, teaser and pleasance her in direction only the two of them can share.

The saltation of his hands has accomplished their magic too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and festivity with her beloved. With an ear-shattering wow of delight, which wracks her body, Greek valerian hits her acquittance, 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 charity, would you like to go for the next round…"she hears her beloved say, yet hears no more after that, for she has fallen fast gone then and there.

Patches gazes on the premier as he gently takes charity into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a distich of mantle and tucks her in for the Night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind link of Charity seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and hear with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the little 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 gear in a long time…"the chancellor say to dapple,"normally womanhood fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor girl must be exhausted. And yes eyepatch, I will stay and keep an eye on her…"

spot sees the loving smile Chancellor Storm dragon means for his new mate Charity, and knows that their Bond is of the soul and the heart. subject matter, the little Dragon settle back among the written document on the desk ; his coloration shifting to blend in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by mortal middle. Patches last peck before his eyes closed is to witness Chancellor Storm Dragon shape-change into a dragon, a miniature adaptation of the form he assumed a few mean solar day before against the demon prince.

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

Then the premier laughs when the melodious laughter of Charity sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Charity another chaotic tale comes to an end ; she began searching for a special gown to jade on a special holiday for a special man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being unforced to trust in the face of ultimate peril, and unforced to sacrifice all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

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



( fin )