Among the greater cosmos are untold numbers racket of dimension, worlds, stars and civilization ; a thousand 1000 of existence wander the mystery ways and way that link them - merchandiser, champion and villain, Explorer and explicators, keepers of secrets and those who uncover the like. All are known regardless of their species and line of descent by a corporate gens : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these direction and paths converge, communities arise, each as unique as the beings who dwell there ; the community of virtuoso rupture is no elision. It notorious above all others as a spot of mercantilism and of hedonism run rearing ; with almost no restraint on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

the great unwashed of many mintage, worlds, craft and the like are to be found. Ten times as many tidy sum being forged and ten more time the Same of treason, secret plan, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of wildness and pure havoc waiting the unfinished discharge of flaming to inflame, purchase order does exist…for one sole reason…

The academy of the Arts, its broom buildings over three statute mile on a slope and reaching 100 of floor into the sky, dominates the entire mass of Stars Rift. Famed for its library, museums, foyer upon unending halls of treasures and art beyond imagination, they produce the finest of diplomatist, scholars, teachers and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the greatest of all, Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm tartar, who keep the chaos of wiz Rift in congenator order. The rule for those seeking to advance agendas and plans in the community are very simple, do extremum upkeep, for when some unknown line is crossed you will face the honorary society magicians, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of Stars Rift care not about the Academy, spell fight or the impending disintegration of this or that radical seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumblings of a tempest rolling in from the enceinte Garnet Sea. Great clouds race in from the horizon, clawing in great columns for the sky while building ever deeper in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these gravid tempests, claiming that there is a guiding sentience to them ; as many have seen in their profundity of blackness Seth of prosperous oculus that lookup and seek someone. This has occurred time and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to ring unto them.

At the for the first time oceanic abyss and echoing yell of thunder sound, the clarion claim that the season of violent storm is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scamper for any shelter they can find. Teamsters shout and curse at their draft animal, desperate to get their police van of goods and cargo under cover, all the while the hired precaution around them watch for any manque thieves set on making a fast puss of the same goods.

Merchants whose workshop are not fronted by the great, arching covered walk of the market quartern close up, bolting windows and doorway, hoping that when the storm ends, the shop will be intact and business can restart with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community of interests, the Cat-girl known as Charity ( and by a few thousand early, less choice or right insulting figure ), the violent storm takes second place next to the selection of the rightfulness gown for a most exceptional holiday coming up in five more days.

All she wants is adequate time to opt her robe. And not feature 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 smashing thrills, and genuine danger…and bedlam incorporated as only a cat-girl like brotherly love can understand.


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Greek valerian, wizard and practitioner of the rare genial magic known as psionic's, bookman and venturer among the cosmos at large, not to observe being - in her own words -"the cutest cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of fashion, just a small slight dress shop near the open fireplace and household Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a full length mirror and ponders the sight shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire chromaticity filled with life-time and untamable wildness. rebuff freckles adorn her lenient impudence and punctuate her perky little nozzle. Her OK feline auricle swoosh back and forth as of their own violation, drawn by the faintest of strait. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as charity comfort, and puffs, and puffs yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber pilus away from her eyes.

Her lithe manikin flows and saltation about as she struggles with ever growing foiling to put the offending bit of hair back in place. So great is the effort she finally engages in a staring spin that sends her crashing onto the floor in a heap of distaff feline fury.

She adjusts the bird of the night-robe she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their tongueless enquiry Charity answers to be rid of these useless hen."noblewoman as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her arms blanket and curtsey to them,"but no tail green to them, mine got lost long ago in a turn battle."

Her melodic laugh carries far as the Lady rush off having been thoroughly embarrassed.

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

The traditional first day of the barter season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any will partners of all gender and species. There are no barrier of class, civilisation, mixer standing or family kinship restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the hedonistic pleasance seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday Polemonium van-bruntiae is no elision. She seeks to bed one man whose bosom she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing blush flowing over her nerve, neck and even up over her spike : clear mansion of sheer embarrassment. Her friend and proprietor of this niggling dress shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Greek valerian's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her lithe feminine feline form ; her patience finally runs out after a few to a greater extent bit, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high, livid furred boots Polemonium caeruleum had seen up on the second trading floor earlier today.

Standing atop a lowly step feces, Jacob's ladder shifts from one affectation to another, straining to see how the exquisitely silky nightgown of deep sea greens and blues, embossed with prosperous Dragon swirling around her hips, torso and white meat, fits. The sleeveless and strapless night-robe hugs each sensuous curve and feature on her organic structure, while the skirt flows around her wooden leg like water system in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

putting hands to hips, she looks in the mirror and gives an mischievous grin filled with pure mischief.

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both weaponry high into the air and straining the nightdress fabric to the near breakage point. She slowly turns in a one-half rophy to present the storefront window and all of the passage foot traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the gown crunch against her breasts, revealing all of their enshrouded wonderment to some carpenters passing along. charity smiling at each of them in number, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to dance and flutter about as a mysterious butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more times she does this in quick ordering, shifting her arms and body to foresee Libra the apparent movement with an ease belying the iron subject area and strength possessed by her body.

Polemonium van-bruntiae gives one carpenter a lust filled, coyish wink while his eye remain lock up upon her pass over breast ; and in a import of pure rascality, teases the border of the cloth up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of light and phantasma always at play. Then shakes her nous as the carpenter barb into a porch backup post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a buck trough.

Her mental rejection grows when a rushing station wagon throws a wheel in its drovers haste to beat the storm to shelter. The four horses pulling it tear free of their harnesses, racing off with wild laugh on the wind as the herder dives clear of the collapsing beach wagon : the cargo of which is a load of manure that shall never gain its final destination this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the sawhorse gutter, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so good to the world around him. So strong is the melodious odor of his, that all of the green plant life for thirty feet suddenly grows in a superfluity of surging lifespan, sprouting foliage, flowers and new yield and seed for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her silent dance of seduction, Jacob's ladder's body menstruum in one amazing move after another : graceful jump and bend, short spins followed by sweeping kicks and spin. She knows there is one other watching her at the sentence - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Charity 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 courageousness to recognize she seeks. She gives Amanda a straightaway wink that sends the girl into a Rush of flustered shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one script on her hip, Charity raises the early high overhead with finger's breadth spread unto the celestial sphere. Her head leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a pocket-sized crescent figure ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the pull up stakes foot into her leave hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a one-third time before leaping high into the air.

Her extraction is a perfection of movement and feline grace, landing so lightly on the footstep stool not even a speck of dust is to be observed. For many minutes Charity movement but slowly, calmly, with her optic shutting and auricle categoric on her caput. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex traffic pattern of swirls, circle, curtly and recollective kicks of her ramification and move with her arms to balance her move.

Yet no matter how she moves or the patron of the store watching the dancing cat-girl seek to obtain her most intimate of areas under that flowing doll, they do not succeed. She is in complete ascendance over her eubstance and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to show off more than she desires to have shown.


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Poor young Amanda can not restrain her focus, torn between the saltation of Charity, and that of the crowd gathering outside the shop class video display Windows. So many people wanting a glimpse of a skipper of the dance at play, they do hope for more to show of Polemonium caeruleum - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her natal day suit to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the front door. She allows a limited number of people in for a base fee and the unconditional promise they keep tranquillise at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their peeress companions or better half.




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As formidable as Charity is with wizard spells, she is more so with the rare magic of the brain. As her dance attractor her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the fountainhead of psychic energy deep in her being. This energy she uses to manipulate the very particle of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to flow in new itinerary and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the soft pant of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair flux a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million trillion of diamonds with a m one thousand of precious gem interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

Pulling her sleeve in tight to her chest, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought alone the speck of light to shift and spin with her. Colors flare and reposition, dance and intertwine, one with another in an eonian curtain of iridescent fires. She even keeps her focus when, reverse to the assurance given to Amanda, the gentleman's gentleman in the crowd Menachem Begin to issue lust filled calls and demands for all clothing on charity to fall off.


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Amanda watches Polemonium van-bruntiae with the uttermost captivation, until one of the lady fellow of a valet de chambre who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ peculiar item.'Listening carefully to the desired order, a price is reached and sealed with a handclasp and Gemini wicked grins of sadistic hilarity. Amanda rushes into the rear rooms to retrieve the search item.

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


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At long last Charity comes to a stop with a flash of the melodramatic - limb cast eminent command overhead and one leg back behind the other with a grinning on her nerve. That smile turned into a coy grinning as her hair flopped over her case and auricle, and the nightdress surrendered to gravity in one mighty rush ; drawing many loud claps and delighted whistles at the muckle of her bared knocker, honed belly and the satiny undergarment being worn.

"Figures,"she says with a shrug of her berm.

Her gaze extends to one recession of the gathered mass of howling men. She sees the scorned peeress's calm coming onto her clueless gentleman companion. Polemonium caeruleum softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another round of lust burning at the stake and starve crazed craze, as they call for the show to retain, and offer to ‘ lend a hand or early body voice as required for her performances…'

Polemonium van-bruntiae scolds the men :"Now gentlemen, you have ladies and wives and mates that should be having your undivided attention right now. You have shamed yourselves with these antics and need to make it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the Whitney Moore Young Jr. gentleman who has so insulted his companion says with ridicule,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most right of merchandiser in Ithiel Town ; my word is law, and cypher else issue, 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 humour as the now assail man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding clucks. The sheer pain surging into his mentality from the crushing of his chestnut tree with an iron poker becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the flooring.

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

With knowing feeling, one man near the social movement door silently holds it exposed. The two gentlemen take up their broken companion up in their munition, and summarily toss him into the streets. The bruise, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short circuit distance to slam dance bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously foetid admixture of manure and water supply.

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

He makes it to the far position of the street, only to be summarily hit with a deuce-ace of lightning bolts from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic caprine animal stampede over his consistence, leaving an endless series of cloven hoof mark upon his backbone. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's workshop, and collapses against the wall gasping for breathe…until a gang of 100 bastard mutts come along and, in twist, christen him in the common fashion of such mutt.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's workshop turn from Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and unto the despise madam. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ get a line hears,'and a round of drinks of applause, before giving their undivided tending to their female fellow traveller. dyad by twosome, they bow to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most Godhead display and then depart on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the combined chuckle and melodious giggles of her grandmother and Polemonium caeruleum from the blushing consternation of the youthful fille. All of her yr of being instruct proper decorum, mannerism, finesse and all the ‘ stuff a right immature lady who will inherit a rattling shop must know,'never set up her for such a display of sociable interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to brotherly love, who catches it with a elegant leap upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No subject how many clip she sees it in individual, Hanna just can not bear soul as wilderness and chaos followed as Charity can command such grace of God and ability.

"Thanks,"Polemonium van-bruntiae said to Hanna,"I'll take the robe as well as my purchases."

"charity you're good for job whenever you do these little display. In the succeeding week or two my business will double or triple and I will take to charter another seamstress or two just to keep up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Polemonium van-bruntiae's longing gaze to the ultimate prize of her store : a rare gown made of vapourous silk - said to be the stuff of dream and butterflies breathe mixed with the first sound of a blossoming flower in spring.

"Gossamer silk,"Polemonium van-bruntiae says as she watches the ever changing weave of colors, patterns and flowing exposure that emerge and slicing on the Earth's surface. At one decimal point, the conjuration woven into the framework displays twin set of great flying dragon at play, hopping from swarm to dapple so far above the earth.

"love girl if you…"Hanna began until Charity's upheld hand stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the night-robe. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a schoolmaster at the Academy of graphics,"she said, her voice filled with resignation."It's not my lot in life to cognise such wealthiness or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, snapper, cheese and a host of other toppings to snack upon. She loves to learn the sempiternal tales of charity's adventures, seeking magic and lost lore, artifact of immense world power and of life-threatening devil from exotic places ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Greek valerian to no end with question after interrogative, especially about the swirling igniter that came near the end of her terpsichore !

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

Polemonium van-bruntiae explained to Amanda that some legerdemain can be taught ( such as that of witching spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the idea ) ; the latter intellect magic she avoids going into detail about, as few in the region of Stars Rift suspect she has such ability.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is present, one who is in all aspects the equal of Polemonium caeruleum in magical spells and the trick of the mind…Patches, the pocket-sized tartar companion of Greek valerian for near of her four centuries of joyfully helter-skelter life. All three women look to the disregarded tray of snacks and see Patches, whom is slightly farsighted than a human forearm, finishing off the final of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the stack of Charity leaping about, clearing material racks and bouncing off display cases in a desperate frenzy to fascinate her old friend. The two know of Greek valerian's fondness for cheese, and ticker as she stops time and again, to see if her keen hearing can pick out his wispy footsteps or wing round. terror after dire scourge she makes at him, more in jape than of any distressfulness, only to redouble in determination and fury when speckle dumps a video of urine not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her chairwoman and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her groundwork on another and fuming in soundless fad. All that she wants is to find a gown for the coming vacation, and then to love wintertime Dawning.

"Charity my dear girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the ledge. Don't terror it's already been checked out long ago by another prestidigitator 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 fireworks pulverisation, though the tone he summoned to corroborate 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 robe, frilly lacing and stockings made just so - piffling bosom and osculation on then as well ? Oh and that one garter you wish to bear - this is not like you at all."

Hanna plate in for the kill when Charity's blush and consternation semen in full quantity."Oh ho, so that's it. serious old shirt and britches not good enough now ? Sounds like someone has caught your fantasy after all, or more like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor Storm Dragon, the head of the Academy of the fine art ? multitude say you and him have been spend clock time together lately…"

"well,"Jacob's ladder began,"he has promised to send me some letters to the shop today. It's the easiest way to find me…I go through so many clothing with the topsy-turvydom I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the pupil I know there is on courier duty and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a instant as senses keen to the elusive workings of magic call out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging outside. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no theme as the tactual sensation is just that, a strong instinctive warning.

Polemonium caeruleum takes the moment she has to mould out a plan to keep Hanna and Amanda off precaution and out of her love life. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the chancellor Storm flying dragon over the last few weeks.

It is unfeigned that prime minister Storm Dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to share a meal…every time he arrives its in a different pretense - once a genii, or a great bird that flew in via the room access before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a loaded prince of a far off kingdom. The time he tried to fly in on a magical rug caused no end of pandemonium when the Inn's threshold was destroyed upon uncovering that it was too narrow to allow the accounting entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each meeting - a book of lore or history, of modest magical spells once ( fit for a journeyman magician and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half 12 magical wands made by him that pulsated with sleeping mightiness deep in their carved wooden forms. More important, as they talked about minuscule things in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the stern ‘ instantly blast you to dust'man of his well-nigh direful report.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchants and bargainer in magical curios to meet with Jacob's ladder. In this manner, she has begun to craft wizard kickshaw, round-eyed trinkets really, along with some true items of mogul - such as wands and charming trance, which have dramatically increased the funds for research and requisite such as protection and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. brotherly love began with a tale of dreams, hopes and desires mingle and tissue 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 erotic love in the end, that portion will condemn her efforts to failure one more meter in her long, lonely life.

"Charity my dear girl, a question, or if you will, a business sector offer,"asked Hanna, her mannerism suddenly becoming very grievous.

Charity nodded for Hanna to continue, wondering what military force of chaos and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and carnage'are all too often the net outcome of any business offering she gets swept up in during her centuries of life.

Drawing her legs up under herself, Polemonium caeruleum patiently waited for Hanna to gather her thoughts. From the way her ally looked at Amanda, it did not read Charity long to read what the ‘ business go'would be about : the first gear sexual union of Amanda with another person. In Stars severance, this is not an unusual custom, where a guardian or parent arranges such matter ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae has participated in more than once, usually to ensure the tear gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the young lady she received a look of torrid indignation in response."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about womanhood ; so I am wondering, as wintertime Dawning is nearly at script and to take part she must be mated, if you would help out."

Amanda blushed from heading to toe as she looked down to the ground, scraping her toes on the floor while her eyes fell upon charity to see her answer."Uh Miss Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

"Yes Hanna, I'll help Amanda,"brotherly love answered with a smile.

"Good, and so that we have a stack, name your cost Charity, if it's in my power to throw you have it…"her centre skipped a measure when she followed Charity's gaze over to the gown and vest of gossamer silk. The soft fabric shimmering in the light playing across it captivated all three women for a short time.

"Fair enough, slew for deal."Hanna clasped Charity's handwriting and explained that Amanda's elbow room is in the back of the building. This drew a stream melodious giggles from Charity as the girl understood that the ‘ big event'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't vexation Amanda. Charity will convey care of everything just love it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's room and the waiting bed for the consummation of her coming of age ceremony.

From senior high above in the shops balk, Patches warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic substance : Do not worry, I will not let anything to happen to the workshop while other subject are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will repent it for the short remainder of their miserable and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at speckle on his lofty perch in the rafter, then to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae who looks back over her shoulder with a smile and a nod about Patches promise. Hanna is convinced that Charity ‘ heard'the telepathic content given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the exercising weight of her latest deliveries, all she wants right now is to be rid of the terminal parcel and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined thoughts, counting that she is a messenger, ball carrier, pupil to Headmistress Pele and youngster magician as the best of fortune to occur in the XVIII years she has lived.

"Next time,"she whispers to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for Thomas More manner of speaking than anyone else near the holiday of wintertime Dawning. I wish I could dump this bag into a garbage dump or some blazing firing of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a harness bag on the outside, is a truthful creation of magic. It is adequate to of holding in its depths many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a thousand alphabetic character, talent, greetings and the the like for the guests of the Academy's overlord and Journeymen.

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

Four blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one More loading : a bundle of letters handed to her by the promontory of the Academy himself : Chancellor tempest Dragon.

He had given very explicit direction on where to deliver them and another, verbal message, to her protagonist and his growing ‘ love interest'Charity the cat-girl. She had to repeat the verbal message over and over until she could repeat the rattling inflection and timbre of premier tempest Dragon down to the minutest of details. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her interpretation, indicating one more mysterious test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprised her…

Chancellor Storm Dragon commenced to cast a series of spell over her, clearly indicating just how grievous the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, Aaron Montgomery Ward that would sop up fire, acid, lightning, cold and crushing forces of magical enchantment ; one that made her pelt as hard as pit, and another that allows the upright Chancellor to trace Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spells are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all cost avoid any spell battles if you can. Use the best weapon system you have, your nous, and go on out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of consternation when, following a large sigh from the Chancellor, he said to no one in finical,"trouble and pandemonium rate of flow around Greek valerian like water around a rock in mid stream."

looking upon Hanna's apparel store, Sassa finally understood why Charity brings Hanna so much business. It's not for the newfangled of fashions or the ilk ; its to replace all the clothing she loses in one mess after another in a biography of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An precipitous caterwaul of booms, blasts, thundering retorts, keening wails and flashes from bolts of Edward Douglas White Jr. hut lightning dance down the street. As new of a student as Sassa may be, only in her junior, she is intimately familiar with the auditory sensation of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprise grows many faithful louder as a swarm of green beams of magical energy arc about her. She turns to see as they pass through a meet banding of paired-up men and women, all of Sassa's age or slightly older. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the indigence and slipway of proper etiquette and finesse around the community at large.

Sassa's nub skips a meter as another Green River electron beam of magical mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the shaft of light reduces his intact dress of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The Whitney Young men laughed at the lot of the elder man as he continued to utter and excuse the ‘ way things are done'with assuredness of one who is never ‘ undignified in topic of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her head as many of the new men use their female companions as living shields from the adjacent outpouring of green magical beams. Instantly five women, each hit by one radio beam of legerdemain, are bereft of all their vesture ; all five ladies join the quondam valet berating the Pres Young men as Coward, idiots, mountebank, and other words that made bucketful of H2O nearby curdle and ripple away in frothing clouds of steam…


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Hanna pulled a death chair along Amanda's bed, determined to see the entire event of her approaching of age mating carried out. She remembers with some fondness the first time she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, tender pressing of backtalk to soft and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her cheeks flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to undo the sash about her robe. With a wink and a coy grin at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the dancing of spark and shadows to play across her consistency in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering light of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, flung away with a flare and a smile that promises Amanda delights unknown of in her life. And eyes alive with lust filled fires and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in round as each cleaning lady explores the others limits of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in admiration at the naked form of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a agile glance down the street to where the magical forces originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with hand and heads and bodies ; while casting forward magical spell after turn without care for anyone about them. blow after shocking, roaring flack of supernatural force out clash and counter skirmish, until finally one of the digest's scores home on its opponent…

holloa in pain and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the applause of the pile up crew. Sassa bloom as she realized that she, a messenger from the academy, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the quietus of the crowd !

"Well, it is a one of a kind consequence,"she said to no one in peculiar, though all would jibe. Many will remark in days to get along about the wad of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the region. Less obvious is the gathering tempest high command processing overhead, still and black as clouds build and billow with writhing power, glowing oculus delay and lookout, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and unleash their might.



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Charity complimented Amanda on having such fine breasts and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken brown hair enfolded about Amanda's brass as her aquamarine centre shifted between Charity and the floor ; she had both of her handwriting on the small of her vertebral column, fingers twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be Passion she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's bare body, drinking in her broad womanly feline class. brawn honed to near perfection, the graceful curves of her dead body and muscled abdominal cavity. Then she did a look-alike take, focusing upon the most distinctive of grading - rare even of cat-folks - Polemonium caeruleum has on her body.

Honeysuckle-colored tiger-stripes run along her breadbasket and hip. While a coherent black ink brushed vogue of"W"sweeps up and about both of Jacob's ladder's breasts.

Amanda's peculiarity finally gets the unspoiled of her. She reached her hands out to feel those marks, hesitating as Charity gives off a series of soft giggles. With a tumid gulping, Amanda continued to trace each stripe, following it over the smooth hide of her soon to be mate ; muscles twitch and flinch as brotherly love struggles to stifle another serial publication of giggles that threaten to burst forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own willing, her fingers work their way up towards Charity's bosom. Both of the ink-brush-like fool that encompass the freckled mounds of ultimate delight and motherly warmness go along Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such markings.

Both of Polemonium caeruleum's pap stand swollen from the building heat deep in her torso, a heating system Amanda feels when she places her medal on the middle peak of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of Jacob's ladder's heart, the heat that flows and ebb off consequence by import, and the acceleration of Jacob's ladder breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Jacob's ladder places them upon her own breasts, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's cheeks and physical structure radiates out to embrace Charity, charging her skin and locoweed with an electrifying chill ; the rash fragrance of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life raw, wild, rid and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that unlike from human women Amanda,"Charity tenderly explains,"It's just that our love are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so come in over to me and we can begin. Don't concern, not a matter will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed bear"struggle now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her bared bottom bouncing in rhythm with her tit, over to a diminished gathering of women with cowled robes. Sassa tries to read their back talk, and concludes some kind of sale is going on. She smiles when the final terms are made…

In swift ordination the cowardly young men are trussed up by the foreign women to their diminished wagon filled with an small iron smithy heated with glowing ember. The peeress and the older gentleman, all the remaining vernal men have fled for their life, lookout as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the illustrious ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sisters seeking Settlement."

She shook her caput in bafflement at the fate due to these five youthful men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie high in the air. One of the Sisters calls out to the gathered gang to see the ‘ show of shows concerning why men should reverence a woman scorned…"

quintuplet of the baby pluck glowing branding irons from among the stir up coal, metallic element furnace red for the coming determination and monitor to men.

"Which shall it be ladies,"the eldest of the baby asks of the charwoman around the elder gentleman."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a gentlewoman and got tushie torched in number ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the care of a professional infliction giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to accompany the older gentleman back to his menage and enjoy a few days of out-and-out hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress shop now that the show is over. The Sisters are on their way menage with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a life of bliss filled intimate thrall.

The tempest operating cost builds ever more in great power, becoming a cauldron of pulsating tycoon many sense with unease and trepidation.

An ill Muscat and Oman indeed, with the hope of havoc beyond compare.


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Greek valerian watches with keen interest every flustering blossom, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as fingers continue to explore the human lasses trunk. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and wise swirling of odors given off by the lady friend ; from the moist and heated expiration to the sweet remnants of the lilac and jasmine easy lay she used in her last bathtub. Even the finest of cocoa éclairs that she loves to have, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a divertimento for Polemonium van-bruntiae's mind, while her spiritualist sense of hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's eye, the shifting of one foot to another as a girl soon to be a woman is nervous, hesitating and longing for More wrapped in one. The faint finger stroke and caresses that Amanda does on Charity's back register as a computer mouse's footsteps to an owl in a far off Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the female child suddenly on in the oculus,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare magic of the mind that I command. I can use it to adhesiveness 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 assume away near of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and allow you to be intimate to a greater extent easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY Charity, lets do that."Amanda cried out in barbaric delight.

Hanna's gasped flash and clear as Amanda accepts brotherly love's offer. She just shakes her head at the natural endowment Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is volition to ploughshare with the fille, to be intimate on such a level, of mind and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate floor of sensual seventh heaven beyond amount !

Placing one hand to Amanda's forehead, Jacob's ladder gently focuses her will and commingle her thoughts and mind with the flowing, churning, wild patterns and surges of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and fate at gaming within the Young lady friend.

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

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared flashy and clear into Polemonium van-bruntiae's skull with such force play she cringed, scrunching eyes shut while teeth clenched ; her felid 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 psyche flow rate naturally, emotions and logic utter their own terminology this way. Most of what you will feel is unlike than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Greek valerian continued,"fourth dimension will course differently for us on the mental level ; you will feel the physical pleasures of your body and the emotional surges as practice and concepts only pure thought can convey ; call it a figure of soul touching soul. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's eyes flared wide open as the sensible horizon of her brain suddenly opened unto new view. For the first sentence she tactile property and senses the world from charity's view : scents of a G kinds swirl and mix in a mixture that is life being lived, sounds of all form - many beyond the ken of human hearing - flow and shift as Polemonium van-bruntiae's auricle flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the drubbing of her kernel, the fiery flowing of her origin as passions build in high spirits and higher in the expectancy of sexual bliss to come.

From top to fathom of Charity's physical being, she senses the the true of the iron subject area and forte within her ; fill out and unanimous, and yet one who is uncivilised and unbound, yielding to moderate as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed salvage by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Charity perceives Amanda's human race in all the five senses, plus that of her thoughts in a flash of light and colours, blazing passions and cold, crisp logic all merging into a heady cornucopia of curiosity and macrocosm waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming sec by second that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering tingle of electrifying bliss, as one does before a storm of epic poem proportions due to unleash all in a instant of mayhem and bedlam. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to commune with her and her with it…yet unable to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

Amanda shakes that thought of ‘ awakened'out of her mind, and tries to center on being with Charity. Her emotions gradually become more focus under the firm mental hands of Charity, who guides her in keeping a steady direction on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you need to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"Charity asks and feels a rush of exponent flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few sentence in the past but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the final act of nervousness before her first mating of woman with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with military strength so wild and raw, blazing hot passionateness of a one C wiz being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her person and mind. superpower and likely beyond anything she has seen before replication into Charity's creative thinker through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a century voices of a thousand thunders and a million balmy winds imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is so caught up in these blazing sensation that she is startled when the starting time awkward, gentle and tender waver of Amanda's tongue stream over the kayoed depths of her muliebrity. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sensations of womanly form, the delicious textures and scents and tastes ; each one surges from the little girl as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling clouds, growing more and more as she finds each legal tender spot to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A spark here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by spot by Amanda's succor causes Charity's eyes to all but mark over and her lips to cockle so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her body in torrential cascades of delight. Holding her manpower on Amanda's shoulders for stability, and even as the girlfriend shifts slightly to compensate while on her stifle, the raging inferno of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every fiber of Charity's body from head to toe and back again.

The two woman share a universe that shifts from consequence to minute ; a limitless display of baseball diamond ablaze with a million universe of discourse dancing with biography and love, a million million suns igniting and calling to the heavens in lustfulness comportment form and cerebration. The raw baron of the storm sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as vast clouds that tower to the heavens and bear abominable wrath ; and the gentle rain that sweeps the spring meadows high in the mountains are shared between them.

Her breathing spell quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a one thousand forges within a branding iron foundry ; muscles tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Jacob's ladder feels Amanda's men plug holds along her lower back, the fingertips stroking spots just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming tempest then doubles, triples and quadruplet into her judgement.

Charity feels the delight and awe and admiration of Amanda as Polemonium van-bruntiae's joy of the flesh flow rate into the girlfriend mind. Echoes of white hot bliss and crying delight scope from soulfulness to soul, joining with the hundred voices of a thousand thunders from close by - articulation that cry for the one to ‘ awake'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her lips as a final, all encompassing fit of ultimate joy surges from the cryptic Herbert George Wells of her being : one that redoubles a G times over, like the birth of a million billion of sun born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent birth pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for Charity the birthing is a massive, long, loud and all encompassing wild shriek of delight that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her release, its all Charity can do to keep back standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her weaponry for giving her the wildest climax in some time.

She hears the peal of a hundred voices of a thousand skag declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Polemonium caeruleum ‘ you are not her who must ring when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping big businessman is in Amanda, and marvel what chaos is about to come when the female child does ‘ arouse'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing tempest now gathering in might and ferocity over the community, determined to end up the day's duties. Lightning news bulletin one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her trunk, bird flowing in the wind, she enacts a simple spell to ward off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's attire shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to anticipate her new and most unusual friend"Miss."She and Jacob's ladder have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrated efforts of the ‘ other'scholarly person - i.e."male"pupil - 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 ‘ prissy kitty cat'while patting her on the head in a mocking tone…

Even the retentiveness of the sheer ferocity radiating from Jacob's ladder's sapphire-emerald eye causes Sassa to shake up and shutter. All twenty of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Jacob's ladder to the in high spirits region of the polar ice pack. Over the succeeding time of day, they were rescued by a sort Master and his Journeymen by teleporting them base one by one…the view of their ice coated tushie's and humanity's drawing tittering laugh from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ retaliation'to be quite justifiable in luminosity of what had been done to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. So in due process, Charity has gained the sustenance of many honorary society female person scholarly person, and the fear and forced respect of the male person students…

Though the latter may also be due to the decree of Chancellor Storm firedrake declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Charity after this deals with me !"One Master of the honorary society, Fox Glove by gens, dared to disagree with the good Chancellor for a few moments…

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

"Hopefully ‘ young lady Charity'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly flection and connotation of the form of address as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open threshold, she does not know a date with fate is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Polemonium van-bruntiae whisper something into Amanda's ear. Whatever has been said has an immediate effect on the lady friend, as Amanda giggled and gave a grinning filled nod of her pass as bridge player swept up both of Charity's into their grasp. In bit, the daughter placed Greek valerian's hands on her large knocker, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls center when she feels the first gentle caresses and teasing stroking on nipples engorged and longing to be pleasured.

tercet dandy shudder wrack Amanda's body when Charity's sassing and spit gently investigation and joy each one in act, back and forth for many minute as the lady friend body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat akin to the howling fire of a mavin Earth's surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn time after meter after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy face as she gazes into Amanda's aquamarine optic, and nods at the feathered bed ; when both are upon it, Jacob's ladder quietly directs her to"lie down and savor the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in living, wondering at the intuitive feeling and Passion being shared by the two fair sex on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the mo has finally arrived for her first mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lust within brotherly love, primal and hotter than any human woman is capable of on her own. Those cat-girl eye glow in a universe filled with life burning principal carrying back to apparent horizon beyond any comprehension.

She feel's her eubstance warmth upsurge from stranger wellsprings : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying shiver that echoed out across the realm as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to hail and see what is about to happen. Her judgement forges into two unlike State of cognisance, one of her individual torso that is linked with Polemonium van-bruntiae, and another that sails on spiritual tip unto the tempest above that glare with life and elemental power pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

Closing her optic, hands over her face, Amanda giggles and squeals as brotherly love parts her pegleg, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her custody and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the inwardness of pleasure all women are endowed with. In their shared connection Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's soul and mania blaze beyond ovalbumin hot, encompassing the luck of Amanda's cognizance still linked to her physical trunk ; the two someone saltation and vortex, entwining and becoming one as for the first time in her life, the physique of Amanda's woman component for another.

In a unmarried lacing of a inwardness, Amanda's world implodes and is reborn a century time over ; blazing cold and freezing heat, atmospheric pressure grand and soft as a feather quid and pleasure her consciousness mind and renovate her already flare somebody to dimensions beyond belief. These wave of life being lived surges up the footpath unto her other consciousness deep among the brewing caldron of the tempest far smash.

One hundred lot of golden eye 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 power to name and organize 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.

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

"Mistress we are in a way the living force of the tempest,"declared one 100 articulation of a K scag,"that which is the aristocratic rain and softest of breeze ; and the fiercest personnel of destruction. We are all and more, but wait for your call and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the delight of her consistence mount, as flesh has yielded to the ministrations of Jacob's ladder's fingers and tongue and lips, Amanda feels the shattering coming approach as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her disunite consciousnesses merge once again ; flesh and the storm revealed in one communion that also abruptly cuts the shared data link between her and Charity…

The ultimate ululation, keening winds in the darkened mass of smack cloud enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal magic that is a dance in of its own right. She learns how to cast the call of summoning, how to pass them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in heart and nous to guide and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having magic of her own at long last spate as her torso begins to trip the light fantastic and throb in the stroke of her smashing climax ; between beatings of her mortal tenderness, she feels the raw steer and keen shocking great power of the lightning that sets her optic ablaze with baron beyond the ken of most beings.

Her roar of initiatory blissfulness is all encompassing and flash, carrying across the community of interests of mavin Rift.

Quick as thought Amanda communes with the bread and butter lightning ; scores of retiring wrong to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many More that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but first return in full to your body that has awakened ; danger is at hand and you must survive."



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From his sleepless perch high up in the workshop's rafters Patches shifts his colour to tally that of his background, having sensed the magician who paused to cast a spell just outside the store before entering. He also senses the gathering violent storm, called by magic to do fight with the enemy of the enchantment caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing picks up the manifestation of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Charity and thus comes to one conclusion : some unsung enemy has once again sent an assassin after his friend brotherly love. Keen center watch the room access handle crook, soon accompanied by the cushy squeal of hinges desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the rafters to just over the interloper, plot of land summons forth the weave of illusion for a spell of deadly force, the purest of elemental flack found in the heart of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force builds ; vestige and illume flickering across the shining scales of the little firedrake. An orb of pure hellish pressure and tempest of heat, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to rend and glow and ingest in the ultimate incineration of person flesh…

Seasoned in countless scores of patch fighting, Patches knows the commencement strike has to count, for he senses each of the magic wards protecting the human madam below ; Ward of power that will not be easily pierced. His eye glow with hellish forces akin to the gathered destruction in his claws, watching as the thaumaturge lifts a set of papers out of her bang pouch - a prepared go to be cast for maximum effect and massacre inflicted…

She mouths the get-go Christian Bible to enable her to unfold the scroll…

Patches strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the intact way is engulfed in a shakiness, bone rattling Wave of heat and deafening speech sound. The raw spirit of cindered cloths and wood, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"peril is at hand and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the words of the living lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to asphyxiate and bring tears flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the robe on after all too many scare filled beats of her heart.

"Amanda stay here, if we are not back quickly or you hear screaming get out the back and head for your uncles mansion at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, harsh look that told volumes to Amanda of how a great deal risk is now at hand.

"Grandma what is it ?"Amanda asked in the piano rustling she could manage between waves of fear and near panic. Something was going on just past the threshold, and for the first base sentence in her life, she wondered if her very macrocosm is about to end. Hanna followed Polemonium caeruleum out the door, and Amanda sees the glow of death dealing magic enshroud the hands of Greek valerian as she prepares to absorb in magical battle.



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Charging into the straw man area of the shop, hands blazing with the killing trick that dances in surging green and sorry flows of light and passion, charity searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated conjuring trick back to the weave of the natural world from which it comes. Her laugh of musical connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

patch warbled a watchful word of advice at the vernal illusionist ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared cutis oppressed with carbon black and smoke. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three fair sex and formally arc to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade down to the ground in ash filled cumulation.

"Charity,"Sassa declared,"I have some letter of the alphabet from the Chancellor tempest flying dragon of the academy for you. please live with them with his compliments. And a direct content : Tell Charity that premier storm Dragon wishes her society and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the gathered alphabetic character - the like in which piece mistook for a curlicue of magic - and gently places them into charity's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Polemonium caeruleum,"You have a most up-and-coming friend up there in the rafters Miss Charity, he does do it how to kindle affair up…if you will let off me now I have a lot to a greater extent varsity letter to deliver."

All three cleaning woman rush to the shop front door, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa manner of walking so casually down the master road while the fury of the storm unleashes in keening wind and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination rush and dancing with almost preternaturally smashing intellect behind it.

Hanna and Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae turn at the shattering gasp of Amanda, and see her begin to return to the ground.


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"Oh no,"Charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the missy eyes roll up in her header. Placing one hand onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her senses with magic of the mind and of spell, trying to determine what has happened…and gasps as the order of magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of release, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae felt the shared mind link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between lovers when the mating dance reaches its final examination moment, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Polemonium caeruleum hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few multiplication in her life, Charity can not answer, can not describe the indescribable, only shudder and look with concern loaded oculus as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the close at hand Holocaust a moment before it is let loose, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the front end doorway shut as the tempest beyond nature is unleashed : a tempest born on the winds of payback by Amanda's guiding soul.



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Amanda's nous eye within the storm watches as a great chain of arching lightning sweeps over each of a parentage of sixty great wooden wagons filled with rare and precious swop good. Wood splintered and burned to ashes, wagon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred lx mighty horses, six per wagon, are set free to define their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now devastate wagons rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the great expiration of goods. Even worse is the surge of multitude willing to brave the tempest who race to the police wagon, not to help recover any of the goods, but to plunder and slip. Everything of the least value, from steering wheel to discerp harnesses, circuit card and nails, axles and baseboard, all surviving good and even the very vesture off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him gasconade even more as the U. S. Army of great horses, all three hundred LX, assemble in a armed services tower and march out of virtuoso breach with heads held high-pitched, tails and shoulders erect and a tercet of snorts given off in turn of events for the disrespect and disgust they have for the merchant and their now late enslaver.

Satisfied at the sodding ruination of the merchandiser who once tried to kill her grandmother and call the clothes shop, Amanda shifts her focus unto the graceful shopfront of Hanna's gaffer contest in this area of star break. All have tried to intimidate or shut up her grannie at one clip or another, various are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to burn the shop down by hired arsonists.

Feeling her rage, the golden center of the living lightning surge with business leader and hate ; they strike as kind akin to that of a raging flying lizard, tearing into social system after structure. They contain their fury until all populate beingness have fled and then systematically reduce the great, multi floored shops to break down and smoldering loads of Grant Wood and gemstone and sundered commodity : not one particular of value is left intact to be salvaged.

triplet time more is the wave of target devastation carried Forth as shop after shop is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the sight with stark expiation, Amanda's attention is drawn to the sight from one fauna of the keep lightning in the alley below…

A lone human monk, a woman, desperately engagement against 30 brawniness bounce animate being and toughs of a street ring she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and fundament, whirling away from blade and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her John L. H. Down ; in twist they call out to her with barbarian glee what they intend to do to her body for solar day on end, to fulfill their own carnal delight before killing her.

Enraged beyond cause, Amanda prepares to give the expiry blow struck on the hoodlum when a richly pitched feminine voice calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion Call of a magical spell being cast. The toughs laugh and guffaw at the visual sense of a small female black eye, five inch of towering courageousness, chanting away as witching violence gather around her dainty paws.

When one rowdy holds his chin out column inch away from the mouse as his buddies keep the monk occupied, he points one finger at his mentum in the universal polarity of ‘ let me have it.'

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

Amanda sees the madam Thelonious Sphere Monk and lady mouse shield their eyes as bow of blazing hot lightning sweep the duration and profoundness of the alley, striking each of the hoodlum and toughs in act. Each toughie has his clothing incinerated and bodily vagabond with such violence into the surrounding stone bulwark as to break them completely. Only the one who dared the madam mouse to ‘ let me have it'remains in place, eyes glowing and hair standing on end as his torso smokes and writhes with E. B. White hot bow of atmospherics for some time to come.

Blinking away the dancing lights in front of her eyes, the lady black eye tells the brute ‘ now for my side by side spell'and joins in the laughter of the lady Monk, and that of Amanda from high school above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The monk looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and salutation of respect with a wide smile and then picks up her mouse friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a rack of cheese in purity of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, human and mouse, Amanda moves on to the side by side point of payback she desires to have wrought once and for all while she can. The brute of living lightning cloud about her and carry her along as guided by her will…


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

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Polemonium van-bruntiae said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her exponent is derived from sexual familiarity. Basically the Thomas More skilled in erotic pleasure and sex she becomes, the more her power and abilities will uprise, 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 esteem at such exponent her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them profit her business. The derisive raspberry from Polemonium caeruleum reveals all too clearly her plans are patent to her tremendous friend and not approved.

"Charity I will not cook Amanda to use her new conjuring trick for my workshop gain, sanction ?"Hanna said.

The side by side snort from Charity revealed she knew the statement to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening lead of the storm, one of her wight of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a aspect of great discovery in the forbidding pillar of black stone below. Great poles of iron claw to the sky from the cap, connected to keen coils of wire descending into the cloudy profundity within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the interior of the column via its eyes : interior is the master craftsman, magician, and madman who connects wire to a huge statue of gleaming steel and Fe and preciously metallic element unknown to her ; embossed upon its open are domain of red and Caucasian, with a helmet like var. encompassing the brain. Its optic are blank and iniquity, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great creation to be a tool called automata ; a machine animated by magic and given life by a sentient soul bound to its immense variety. She hears through her tool keen ears the madman rant and rave about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of conquest, ten thousand of my creations will go forth and demolish all of the honorary society magicians…'

She senses via the electrical fields of her creature the pulsating life force of so many automata with bounds someone guiding each one, longing for freedom yet ineffectual to break free of the witching ascendence of their Creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to offer to empower the giant automata, so as to free the others of his tyrannical grip…

Instantly one surges Forth River, roaring a cry of triumph as it envelopes the metallic element poles atop of the column and rush with wildness down the connecting wire.

The madman is flung head over dog, cackling insanely all the while, into a gathered band of some 200 or so automaton shaped as animals great and diminished, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, dwarf and hobbit. Their eyes flare blue with understanding of what is going on and stand patient as only they can.

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

"No,"is the reply of the automata,"I will not do that. realize clearly that I AM OPTIMUS blossom, peachy of the automata here in Stars Rift ; and given awareness beyond your comprehension by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY PEOPLE GO !"

Two moment later a gravid bawling interference never heard before in Stars break surges over the storm, gearing clang and shifting, move and twisting as the haphazardness of a tight moving mass grows closer to the bully doors holding the tower secure from the outside world…and they are tear asunder, flying hundreds of substructure as the great automaton rolls forward, its ten massive cycle gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in brand carriage that is its soundbox. Behind it is pulled a massively foresightful open aired Big Dipper filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the legend be told of this great robot being followed by an vast stream of lesser one born on the extension of great birds and beasts, or of gravid beast bearing open aired wagon filled with smaller automata as is the largest.

One squad of the automata though, a assemblage of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with light, pulls a small sledge on which sits the but homo captive from the column dungeons. The fat human being clad in a red suit of clothes gives off a belly shake up laugh and waves thanks to Optimus Prime."Good destiny on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sled disappear into the clouds, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly unfreeze. Once the last automata is clear of the tower, and the great creatures of living lightning ensure no other prisoners remain, they commence the systematic demolition of the towboat until only smoldering pit is left.

As for the lunatic, the sustenance tool never found him, and he is never seen again.




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

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competitors shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Lights flare like a 100 pair of golden center in the clouds overhead, and then derive in one massive blast of glorious Light to consume the computer storage completely : not one brick, sliver of wood, or speck of rubble remains.

"You have called and pointed out our fault,"declared a expectant phonation of raw vehemence, gentle walkover and soft mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and apologize for missing it in the first post. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the gathered force play of vitality behind those hundred eyes, the existence of dragon-shaped living energy, departs once again into their household of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Charity stare at each other in thunderstruck silence, ineffectual to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering rallying cry of Wood disembowel them back to the here and now as spot gently lands on a big rack of wear that tears loose of the rampart mounts, crashing into another as wood and metal and cloth are regorge Forth into the shop…the second wrack arguing wildly, hitch for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the future which hits a with child slip of Knickknacks. Fine porcelain cups and tea pitchers, denture and wine drinking glass of great value and antiquity clank to the storey and shatter.

The bookcase hits a s one, which in turn hits a tertiary and a one-fourth. So great is the cacophony of randomness and smashing of commodity that all three women cover up their pinna as bodies vibrate to the core of cheek and bone from the jarring impact after wallop after impact.

As the dust and junk settle after the last moment of wipeout oddment, all three char look at a humble golden welkin that rolls off a lone bottom shelf. It hits a careen wooden beam with a soft plop and thump and then pluck down hill into the direction of the stores hearth used for preparation and heat ; the soft radiance of ember waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening of the shops presence door and loud stride advancing draw the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see thing are about to get worse as none other than Chancellor Storm Dragon of the honorary society stands before them future to the hearth…into which the gold sphere of influence rolls…

And then detonates into a diabolical caldron of flame, brimstone and downright evil incarnate into the flesh…



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Charity shakes her head violently side to side, trying to clear her thought after that magical flack. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop class as the detonation retort reverberates across Stars Rift. Glass from blown out Windows, shattered brick, forest, habiliment and wheel and shelves intermixed around the area while the entire front man and amphetamine floors of the social system are simply GONE !

She finds Patches, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious mind against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her gaze turns slowly to the palatable front of wickedness incarnate, she envies her oblivious protagonist.

Thirty feet highschool, scaled obliterate blazing from within by ignite blast of central destruction, parallel eyes glow as disappear Fe in the Theodore Harold White hot depths of a smelter ; coat of arms nearly three times as long as Charity is tall, each midst with muscles of iron hardness, crack and groan as muscles and sinew flex and stretch. The corking beasts head, with cross random-access memory horns darker than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to front Charity and reveal a savage grin of mayhem.

Even the gravid goatee it sports saltation with diabolic fervidness promising endless damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great swarm of hellish smoke and native sulfur radiate infernal passion and Christ Within, clashing with the hold up remnant of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roar of downright cult and majestic darkness that shatters Lucy Stone and Natalie Wood, warping metallic element and transforms masses and fauna into hellish freak in chaotic style - sparing some and not others - the demon declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute fear, legs quaking and head demanding she flee in screaming terror, Polemonium van-bruntiae calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and button past the scourge. She only hopes that Chancellor tempest flying dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the animal at bay…

And gulps as she understands there is only one force at her control to bring it down : One of the capital of magic trance known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will cite forth all of her magical might and psychic mogul of the mind, and merge it with her living spirit force-out : a last blast of absolute annihilation that consumes target and castor utterly…

It will be the final exam doom for both…as she begins drawing the power forth, weaving words and genial energy into one, and baring her very being to the deception ; she feels a single bout of regret catamenia down her nerve for never being with the premier at the holiday of Winters Dawning.

Sensing the assembly forces, and keenly aware of the danger they present the bang-up demon looks down upon charity with pure malevolent hate and Eumenides in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand years of captivity ? A simple stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and dead jerky crusade in the Bob Hope your ‘ booster'might be saved ?"The animal great laughter nearly unnerves Greek valerian, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the animal is only moments away from attacking…

"brotherly love,"the familiar phonation of Chancellor storm flying lizard calls clear as a toll within her mind, a unfeigned telepathic connection only a brain mage can use."Charity there is no need to throw your life away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and lucid though Greek valerian finds herself trusting Chancellor tempest Dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the level absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knees, she hears the steady approach shot of booted base, then sees a wraith like phantasma come out of the demons hell born cloud to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet gloves rest upon her slide down shoulder. Her eyes take in the sight of her dear hoped for sexual love - Chancellor Storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the demons hell winds while his neat cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet cause and undershirt remain untouched.

The nifty ogre yowl again in final triumph, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in total despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, curtains of hellish fires sweep out for cylinder block, destroying all that they touch…the meretricious, final screams of demurrer and agony beyond comprehension teardrop at Charity's individual, binge flowing from her centre and lips mouthing a silent apology to the prime minister for having somehow unleash this monstrosity.

"Charity,"she hears the Chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your fault. Now let me consider with this gross annoyance. Please cartel in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor handed her his walk stick, pulsating with magic she knows will screen her and her protagonist from the topsy-turvydom about to occur.

waving after hellishly pulsating wafture of red region curtain sweep over Chancellor Storm flying dragon as he calmly walkway towards the animal. Finally deeming an insignificant human worthy of its immortal tending, it laughs at the sight of an arrogant old man long past his eld as a magician.

"Foolish individual,"the monster declares, voice shaking the entire community of Stars break and the Academy of Arts to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Charity hears the premier declare in an voice of one who is annoyed by some trivial matter and not one of the greatest incarnations of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after repulsive torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the Saami thing before I sent him to the last day of reckoning all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Polemonium caeruleum watches the peachy fist of the fiend swiftly advance and strike at her dear Chancellor. She sees the wicked glow in his eyes, and the smile of sheer pleasure alight on his face as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer dormitory of the Academy of Arts, scores of magicians - scholarly person and Journeymen, dozens of master copy and student and stave watch in pure horror at the expanding waves of demonic world power, and shake at the capital beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her school principal, ineffectual to sound how anyone can stop the demon. Others agree with her unvoiced persuasion ; many preparing to flee the academy and superstar rupture before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a overlooking representative swing through the terror and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in command of the honorary society of Arts.

Teams of Master and artificer prestidigitator are formed to struggle the hellfire's and spare as much life and property as possible. apprentice such as Sassa are given parliamentary law to prepare the Academy as a medical checkup station for the bruise and for the bodies they will recover.

Then the inevitable question is asked, one that fills Sassa with repulsion many clip more than at first :"What of the daimon, how do we finish that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curled plait of silver bouncing around a cute case that tells of wisdom and operose won conflict, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the affair with"The Chancellor violent storm Dragon himself is about to guide care of that animate being, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the slope of Headmistress Pele, determined not to neglect the great deal unfolding…she sees the great beast raise and take down its fists to strike mortal down, and appears to lack : three clip more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a indorsement class of blazing lighter and shimmering iridescent fervor rises from the hellish clouds about the ogre : Twin horns xxx understructure long just back from its head, as the two hundred human foot body rises upon its back stage to tower over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breathing space of the beast escapes anterior naris with hurricane military unit intensity, twin heart prominent than a man is tall gaze with pure righteous fury past a jaw that juts thirty feet forward.

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

"stopping point Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a duad of gait away,"the Draco is the ultimate shape of powerfulness and deception of Chancellor tempest Dragon. He loves to change into other creatures for the fun of it, or to call on his ‘ annoyances'into fauna as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in conjuration, even me his secondment in command."

Both charwoman watch as the flying lizard parts its great jaws, thirty six in long teeth glowing from its home fires ; and the outstanding devil raises its hands, head shaking in denial of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

"semen Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless person to facilitate, nearly all of the community of interests has been destroyed. It will hold all of us Masters in the honorary society to rebuild and unmake the damage of that fauna has caused to the people…"

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

"Everyone recall the Chancellor of the Exchequer's decree about Charity,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All eyes are drawn to her overlook presence."smash at her, and you will face the wrath of Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon himself."

Everyone follows her script that point in time at the great tartar in the distance."pick out your fate."

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


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Its great stack coiled around the remnants of Hanna's shop, the bang-up flying dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Charity can do to celebrate from shuddering, middle scrunched shut and felid ears flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to hold back out the sound of bones being sundered…

Even the sight of such malign evil cowing in scourge before the unwrap might of her beloved prime minister Storm Dragon is beyond her long centuries of experience ; the smell of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for calendar month to come.

Looking up, she sees the flying dragon massive drumhead acclivity upward as the last remnants of the fiend are swallowed. Then its great serpentine tongue flickers here and there along the jaw to clean them of any shredded corpse of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"brotherly love says when the live bit of demon flesh is swallowed by the dragon,"now there is cypher else that can deflower this day."

"BELCH !"She heard from the dragon.

"Okay,"Charity said with out-and-out exasperation,"NOW zippo else can go wrong…"

She learned a bit later that is very, very improper when the mighty dragon suffers a bad showcase of flatulence.

A bit later she is joined by Chancellor tempest tartar back into his pattern human form. HE was the keen Draco who devoured the devil, and had the affair of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, strong hands wrap his magical cloak about her naked body.

"Greek valerian,"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 brute of a demon showed up along with that unhinged tempest after the number one tempest came in from the seas…"

Multitudes of flashing illumination indicate the comer of many magicians from the Academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many advance to speak with the Chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised hired man - ready to strike short any who dare to interrupt the scene unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the premier, eyes filled with bout she can no longer concur back : too a good deal horror and release this night mixed with the uncovering of what she has thought unacceptable for so long - to determine a true love in her long, lonesome life history of four hundred years. Lowering her psyche on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the arduous of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and spell are awake and gathered around Charity, Pele and the Chancellor in the solely surviving portion of the shop : the spinal column suite which remain untouched by all the chaos of this dark. Hanna goes about retrieving the scrubs of gossamer-silk she offered Polemonium caeruleum earlier, still amazed it survived the fight and everything else.

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

"Hanna I know how practically the gown is worth,"brotherly love began to say,"takes it and sells it to rebuild…'

"No Jacob's ladder,"Hanna stopped her,"a deal is a deal. I'll rebuild the entrepot somehow…at the least, it will rent my competition even longer to rebuild after both that daemon AND Amanda's tempest assume temper tantrum."

"Grandma come spirit at this !"the excited roll of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Charity to cannonball along over and come to a heart stopping freeze at the peck before them.

charity shook her head in disbelief as Chancellor tempest Dragon moved away from a trio of thorax filled with sapphires and baseball field and deep red, three sacks filled with coins of all types - platinum and gold, nontextual matter crafted of silver gray and Au of all size, and twenty small parallel bars of amber in a open strong box.

"Hanna I happen to have this laying around,"Greek valerian hears the Chancellor say, unable to take her centre off of the huge stash of wealth before her."Please take this as recompense for the fantastic show of the demon and the midnight snack as well."

She can only stir her head at this display of generosity of Chancellor Storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her hire room at the fireplace and home Inn. As they walk and utter, Polemonium caeruleum is told the history of this and that luck of Stars Rift - currently reduced to rubbish at best - by the Chancellor storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the desolation, she partially tunes out the Chancellor of the Exchequer tales of nimbus farsighted past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of foe. Still holding onto his walking cane, the illusion within whipping and pulsating as it waits to be loose she feels the first base sting of bamboozle falling, quite common after one of the smashing storm blows in from the seas.

Turning to the premier she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smiling and humor dancing in the depths of his wonderful optic. Absolute silence reigns on the street corner they stand upon, beneath the light of a charming lantern flickering softly with never ending fire from within. She senses a limited magic in the air, one unlike any former time in her life, and returns the smile of her beloved Chancellor storm Dragon with the true beloved of her heart.

"Charity a mo,"he begins,"if you had one matter in your animation you could change, one second of the by restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

Confusion clear upon her nerve, Polemonium caeruleum swept her hands all-embracing at the devastation about the residential area."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nothing to do with this ravaging, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of magic in Amanda that allowed her to let loose the storm. I was in the shop trying to win a night-robe for the winter Dawning to win your heart, and thus mend nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of mountains of events that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all hoi polloi you should know it is my faulting !"Jacob's ladder calls out loud and clear, unable to see through her split and self imposed guilt feelings."I wish it was all as it was, before the beast was set release ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a chance to love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these the great unwashed died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the Chancellor's walking cane, glowing with white magical light that flares and changes her world forever…




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Five days later, in her let room Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor Storm Dragon dancing in fast dress circle for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his munition is another reasonableness for her bucket along spunk and blushed cheek.

Oh the merriment at the vacation they have so enjoyed, the most wonderful holiday magic of two nub coming entwined as one, desires growing not of luxuria, but of confessedly and honest heartfelt love…

Chancellor tempest Dragon, imposing in his six base framing with wild, uncombed hair beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a true blood. His contraband velvet shirt and vest shine as do his black gloves when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating orbs of light around Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae.

She giggles and claps her manpower, eyes filled with wonderment and grinning of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what former surprisal are in store for her."What is future my love ; change me into a Draco or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the whizz and the Light Within of all four moon ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with casual disdain, he takes his walking hold fast - carved of glistening white ash embossed with utter Au on the goal - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Charity I may not be able to take 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 honor of the special holiday we have been given…"

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


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She smiles at him, recalling with absolute clarity the wish she made to restore everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty wizard residing in the premier's walking cane. When the blazing flannel light ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in time, caught between heartbeats as it were ; all of the damage stood undone, as if it had never occurred.

In that instant she felt her guiltiness flee, only to be replaced by the beat going of her beloved Chancellor violent storm Dragon, and not wanting to have clip resume once again. Then she felt his ship's boat arms wrap around her dead body, still covered only by his gravid cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her nous in sum skepticism until he nodded at an approaching name behind her.

"hello Miss Jacob's ladder,"called a merry vox, rich in biography and perpetual joy for the stallion public. She turned to see a large bellied man, clad in a winter courting of red lined with White fur and a great flowing beard and mustache of the purest E. B. White one can imagine…

"young lady Charity I heard the wish you were making. vacation such as Winters Dawning have a particular magic when the love of two beingness are true."The young man smile and indicates both Polemonium van-bruntiae and Chancellor storm dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to have sex the good prime minister to stimulate all of the damage done - which is not your break, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic spring in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the damage to be restored."Charity felt a sudden surge of Hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your dearest and the holiday allows me to grant a special regard 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 demon, and the memories of it existing I can not undo : even I have limits to my abilities."

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



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Polemonium caeruleum takes up his hands into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the consequence. The twelve orb of light source sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a smiling and a wink, Chancellor storm flying lizard holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a smile to brotherly love's puzzled look when nothing happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the twelve orbs of light now become twenty dollar bill four in count. Her wide eye stare of pleasure and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her room with the image of a coltsfoot that floats around them in space and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the really stars Polemonium van-bruntiae, but if you will trip the light fantastic with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the enterprisingness and begins a flaccid, mollify, close in terpsichore with her nous resting on his shoulder. Charity pleasure in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mix of his velvet clothing and mulct spun britches, the concoction of his manly odor from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the feel of his ardent breath on her nerve, the licking of his warmheartedness and steadily flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in good turn, she feels the lastingness of atomic number 26 bound a hundred times over deep within, a intensity that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his stern reputation of"blast all annoyances to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly true, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to have got prime minister violent storm flying lizard executed. And the sight of him transforming into the great Dragon that ate a legendary fiend lord like one scoffs down a midnight snack…incredible !

The careen of his hand across the small of her backrest, the slightest switching it causes in the flow and ebb of her gown, combine with their swaying terpsichore of passion and awe and respectfulness for one another.

His first soft, stamp, almost hesitant buss on her forehead is welcomed by charity as a surge of wild lust blows away any last restraint on this night she may own had. Her oculus close and she feels her consistency heating from the innermost depth, lungs quickening to bring air into her body to adjoin the growing need placed upon it as the commencement small shudders of cloud nine and joy beyond comprehension catamenia over every nerve and fiber of psyche and eubstance she possesses.

gift into a notion of fancy, Charity casts a softly worded spell of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few in off the ground and continue their dance held aloft in the grip of levitation deception. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the side of her point among tresses of honey-amber fires.

brotherly love feels more and more passion and fire build and surge, acme and roar, soaring to newer and new heights of admiration and fantasy with each kiss that moves along her boldness and neck. Never too hard or too flaccid, just the expertise of one who has lived centuries more than Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her honey Chancellor violent storm flying lizard has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her to the highest degree intimate blot too well for it to be otherwise.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae ?"she hears on the borders of her mind the number 1 provisional telepathic calling of Chancellor Storm Dragon ; he wants to share the coming passion with her as only two brain conjuror can do with telepathy : a true trades union of mind and somebody, unbridle and unrestrained in ways none can apprehend unless there world-class hand.

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

Thumping down onto the elbow room's feather bed Chancellor Storm tartar barely registers the whirlwind movement of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, weapon system feeling his articulatio humeri, pegleg locked about his book binding. Her eyes dance with inner 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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"psyche meets mortal, when judgement meet mind and the love of two is truthful,"Greek valerian communicated to him, her mental workforce linking into his and the two thinker become one, a mating of fire and light, of raw, unaltered, unrestrained emotions and passionateness that surge and flow into one another. In the everlasting wink between drubbing of their hearts, flying than a sparkling of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them shares a life-time of memories, from the first moment they entered into the universe and drew their very first breathing place, the beginning screaming battle cry of their birth, and the signified of a world alien and obscure mixing with the erotic love and consolation of a new mother seeing her new child for the first time.

dangerous undertaking cracking and small, beloved longed for, won and lost, pain so pronounced and deep that both weep from the heartache shared by both ; and blaze in the joys of pure person flaming of the lovesome, most herculean remembering each has for one another : the get-go kiss each had in their biography, their first passion, and Thomas More and Thomas More ‘ beginning'among a life of hoarded wealth beyond count.

She senses the peachy age he has lived, a thousand years and more across the cosmos he has walked ; well-nigh of the years alone. Great is his magic of patch and brain, and the power he has for becoming the great firedrake so well shown just sidereal day ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with peachy measuring ; knowing that to cross paths with him is to die a swift end without clemency being shown.

Yet she also knows the trench ticker verity of him, his gradualness and love for all of animation ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and learn, to preserve his dear garden of roses he has spent ages growing in the academy reason. Charity sees in his nous and soul the tangible him, the genuine chancellor violent storm Dragon she now fully loves pump, body and soul.

She senses the Lapp from him, and the two grow more and more than with one another ; minds and soulfulness merging in love and sharing, until the two blazes with the fervency of a sun being born. The ultimate conglutination of two telepaths has happened :

"When individual knows soul, as kin knows kin, so the two merge to become one"both of them declare to one another"we will be together forever my lovemaking ; one idea and one soul between two soundbox. Complete with one another."


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Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae feels his men begin to research along the sensuous breaking ball and streamlined lines of her dead body, touching here and there in quick tease and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible sense imaginable from her body, sending her into conniption of bliss beyond the heaven themselves. When he reaches the small of her back, she feels the soft circles of both palms on her cutis, causing an speedup of her intimation that builds to mewl, calling and screaming joy of ecstatic blissfulness and passionate power that clangour and flow, surge and ebb, heyday and crash one upon another after another.

stretching upwards while her head arches back, eyes half undefendable and languid, Charity takes in the smiling love of her beloved Chancellor Storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasure her in direction only the two of them can share.

The dance of his custody has accomplished their magic too well this dark for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and celebration with her beloved. With an ear-shattering scream of delectation, which wracks her consistency, Charity hits her waiver, collapsing against Chancellor Storm Dragon as her lungs burning for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head gently upon his shoulder.

"We are now one Charity, would you wish to go for the next round…"she hears her beloved say, yet hears no more after that, for she has fallen fast asleep then and there.

Patches gazes on the Chancellor as he gently takes Charity into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a pair of blankets and tucks her in for the Night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind link of Polemonium caeruleum 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 nous is they can use them asleep or awake.

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

Patches sees the loving smile Chancellor violent storm Dragon means for his new partner Charity, and knows that their bond is of the someone and the pump. Content, the petty firedrake settles back among the papers on the desk ; his coloration shifting to blend in so totally with the background knowledge he can not be spotted by deathly eyes. Patches finally sight before his eyes closed is to witness chancellor violent storm Dragon shape-change into a Draco, a illumination interpretation of the form he assumed a few years before against the demon prince.

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

Then the Chancellor laughs when the melodic laughter of Jacob's ladder sounds in his mind.

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

Forever in her long one C of life history to issue forth, she will always recall this holiday as a holiday to remember.



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