Among the expectant creation are untold number of property, earth, stars and civilizations ; a thousand thousand of beings wander the secret shipway and paths that link them - merchants, heroes and villains, adventurer and explicators, custodian of secret and those who uncover the like. All are known regardless of their species and root by a collective name : The Planes-walkers.

On world where these ways and route converge, communities arise, each as unequalled as the beings who dwell there ; the community of mavin break is no exception. It notorious above all others as a stead of Commerce Department and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no restraint on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

hoi polloi of many species, worlds, trade wind and the like are to be found. Ten times as many sight being forged and ten Thomas More meter the same of betrayals, plots, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of ferocity and pure havoc waiting the barest electric discharge of flame to take fire, order of magnitude does exist…for one sole reason…

The Academy of the humanistic discipline, its embroil buildings over three Swedish mile on a side and reaching hundreds of floors into the sky, dominates the intact lot of sensation Rift. Famed for its libraries, museums, halls upon unending hallway of treasures and art beyond imaginativeness, they produce the ok of diplomat, scholarly person, instructor and magicians.

In the end, it is these necromancer, headed by the bang-up of all, Chancellor storm flying dragon, who keep the topsy-turvyness of Stars Rift in proportional order. The rules for those seeking to advance agendas and program in the residential district are very simple, recitation extreme care, for when some unknown melody is crossed you will front the Academies wizard, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the indweller of Stars Rift attention not about the academy, spell battles or the close at hand disintegration of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumble of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great obnubilate race in from the horizon, clawing in nifty column 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 great storm, claiming that there is a guiding sentience to them ; as many have seen in their profoundness of blackness set of gilded oculus that search and seek someone. This has occurred clock time and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the first trench and echoing calls of thunder auditory sensation, the clarion call that the season of violent storm is beginning, all who still are out on the heart-to-heart streets scurries for any protection they can retrieve. Teamsters shout and curse at their gulp fauna, desperate to get their wagons of goodness and shipment under cover, all the while the charter guards around them watch for any would-be thieves bent on making a fast snatch of the Sami goods.

Merchants whose shops are not fronted by the great, arching covered walkway of the grocery store tail close up, bolting windows and doors, hoping that when the storm ends, the shop will be intact and business can re-start with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community of interests, the Cat-girl known as Greek valerian ( and by a few thousand former, less choice or proper insulting names ), the violent storm takes endorsement billet next to the choice of the right gown for a most extra holiday coming up in five Thomas More days.

All she wants is enough time to choose her night-robe. And not have anything else go wrong, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of great flush, and dead on target danger…and topsy-turvydom incorporated as only a cat-girl like Charity can understand.


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Jacob's ladder, thaumaturge and practitioner of the rarified mental trick known as psionic's, learner and adventurer among the cosmos at large, not to refer being - in her own speech -"the weakened cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing violent storm outside of Hanna's Finest of fashion, just a small little garb workshop near the fireside and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent occupier.

She stands before a full-of-the-moon length mirror and ponders the good deal shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire hues filled with life and untamable wildness. slight freckle adorn her soft brass and emphasise her buoyant little nose. Her fine feline ears swish back and forth as of their own trespass, drawn by the feeble of auditory sensation. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as Jacob's ladder puffs, and puffs, and pouffe yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.

Her lithe form flows and saltation about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of fuzz back in berth. So great is the effort she finally engages in a over whirl that sends her crashing onto the base in a jalopy of female felid fury.

She adjusts the dame of the robe she is wearing, looking at some of the dame who eye her out of curio, or even jealousy…their unspoken head Charity solution to be rid of these useless hens."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her implements of war widely and curtsey to them,"but no tail common to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

Her melodious jest carries far as the madam rush off having been thoroughly embarrassed.

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

The traditional kickoff day of the craft season, it is celebrated in a traditional fashion : Hedonism extremum with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing mate of all gender and coinage. There are no barriers of class, civilization, social standing or crime syndicate affinity restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the hedonistic delight seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday Charity is no elision. She seeks to bed one man whose heart she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing blush flowing over her face, neck and even up over her spike : exonerate sign of sheer embarrassment. Her friend and owner of this niggling dress shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Charity's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her lithe feminine feline form ; her solitaire finally runs out after a few More minutes, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high, clean furred charge Charity had seen up on the second floor earlier today.

Standing atop a diminished step feces, Polemonium caeruleum shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the all right slick surgical gown of cryptic sea special K and blues, embossed with golden tartar swirling around her hip joint, body and breasts, fits. The sleeveless and strapless nightgown squeeze each sensuous bender and feature on her body, while the skirt flows around her legs 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 pixilated grin filled with pure mischief.

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both arms high into the air and straining the gowns fabric to the near breakage detail. She slowly turns in a one-half band to present the storefront window and all of the occur foot traffic.

deflection slightly backwards, the gown calf love against her breasts, revealing all of their enshrouded wonderment to some carpenters passing along. brotherly love smiles at each of them in turn, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to dance and flutter about as a deep butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more fourth dimension she does this in warm order, shifting her coat of arms and organic structure to counter balance the campaign with an rest belying the branding iron field and strength possessed by her body.

Polemonium van-bruntiae gives one carpenter a lecherousness filled, coyish wink while his oculus remain operate upon her treat knocker ; and in a moment of pure mischief, teases the edge of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of Light and shadow always at swordplay. Then shakes her chief as the carpenter dig into a porch support post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse bowl.

Her unbelief grows when a hurry Wain throws a wheel in its drovers haste to tucker the violent storm to shelter. The four horses pulling it tear free of their harnesses, racing off with wild laugh on the steer as the herdsman dives clean-cut of the collapsing wagon : the shipment of which is a encumbrance of manure that shall never get hold of its final destination this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse gutter, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so ripe to the universe around him. So unattackable is the musical smell of his, that all of the putting surface plant life for 30 feet suddenly grows in a plethora of surging life, sprouting foliage, flowers and new fruit and seed for all who wish to take at them.

Returning to her tacit saltation of seduction, Charity's consistence flow in one amazing move after another : graceful leaps and turn, unforesightful spins followed by sweeping kicks and twirls. She knows there is one other watching her at the sentence - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Polemonium caeruleum 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 recognise she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick wink that sends the female child into a flush of fluster palpitation and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, Charity raises the early high overhead with finger spread unto the heavens. Her forefront leans back as she arches her venter forward until she achieves a mild crescent contour ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her centre and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the left base into her left paw, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a tierce time before leaping high into the air.

Her pedigree is a flawlessness of motility and felid grace, landing so lightly on the dance step stool not even a molecule of junk is to be observed. For many minutes brotherly love moves but slowly, calmly, with her eyes closing and ear flat on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex pattern of swirls, circles, short and yearn recoil of her wooden leg and motions with her arms to equilibrize her motion.

Yet no affair how she moves or the supporter of the store watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her most intimate of areas under that flowing skirt, they do not succeed. She is in pure control over her eubstance and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer textile to register off to a greater extent than she desires to have shown.


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Poor young Amanda can not keep her focus, torn between the saltation of Charity, and that of the gang gathering outside the shops display window. So many multitude wanting a coup d'oeil of a skipper of the dance at play, they do hope for Sir Thomas More to evidence of Greek valerian - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday case to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the movement door. She allows a limited bit of people in for a baseborn fee and the unconditional promise they keep quiet at all toll. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their ma'am companions or married person.




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As formidable as Polemonium van-bruntiae is with magical spells, she is more so with the rarefied trick of the mind. As her dance draws her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the fountainhead of psychical energy oceanic abyss in her being. This energy she uses to manipulate the very atoms of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to feed in new paths and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the soft pant of astonishment, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber fuzz flow a shimmering, gleaming river of brightness level. A million jillion of diamonds with a 1000 thousands of cute gemstones interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

Pulling her arms in tight to her chest, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by opinion alone the molecule of light to wobble and spin with her. colour flare and pitch, dance and intertwine, one with another in an ageless curtain of iridescent fires. She even keeps her focus when, perverse to the pledges given to Amanda, the gentlemen in the gang begin to put out lust filled yell and demands for all clothing on Polemonium caeruleum to fare off.


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Amanda watches Charity with the uttermost captivation, until one of the lady companions of a valet de chambre who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rip a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired order, a price is reached and sealed with a handshaking and counterpart wicked grin of sadistic mirthfulness. Amanda rushes into the rachis elbow room to recollect the sought item.

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


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At long last Charity comes to a stop with a flare of the melodramatic - weaponry cast eminent command processing overhead time and one leg back behind the early with a smile on her face. That smile turned into a coy smiling as her hair flopped over her face and ears, and the nightie surrendered to gravitational force in one mighty rush ; drawing many loud claps and delighted tin whistle at the mass of her publicize bosom, honed stomach and the silken undergarments being worn.

"physique,"she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

Her gaze extends to one recession of the accumulate mass of howling men. She sees the freeze off lady's steady approach path onto her clueless gentleman's gentleman companion. Polemonium caeruleum softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another beat of starve burning and luxuria crazed frenzy, as they call for the appearance to extend, and offer to ‘ lend a hand or other body parts as required for her performances…'

Charity scolds the men :"Now gentlemen, you have noblewoman and wives and couple that should be having your undivided attending right now. You have shamed yourselves with these antics and need to make believe it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the young gentleman who has so insulted his companion says with derision,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most powerful of merchants in Ithiel Town ; my Word is law, and nothing else matters, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, ticker with dismal temper as the now snipe man gives off a serial publication of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding clucks. The sheer pain surging into his brain from the suppression of his chestnut with an iron poker becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Charity's objurgation, looking at the man on the storey with gain chafe at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their lady comrade about the man and receive a unified thumbs down from all the cleaning woman, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looking at, one man near the front door silently holds it open. The two gentleman's gentleman take up their broken fellow up in their arms, and summarily cast aside him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the unforesightful length to mosh bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously noisome potpourri of manure and urine.

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

He makes it to the far side of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning bolt from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic laughingstock stampede over his eubstance, leaving an endless serial of cloven hoof print upon his cover. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop, and collapses against the wall gasping for breathe…until a inner circle of 100 mongrel mutts come along and, in go, christen him in the usual way of such mutts.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Polemonium van-bruntiae and unto the reject lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ get word hears,'and a rhythm of applause, before giving their undivided attention to their female companions. Couple by couple, they bow to Charity, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine show and then depart on their commercial enterprise of the day.

Amanda hears the combined chortle and tuneful giggles of her grandmother and Polemonium van-bruntiae from the blushing dismay of the untried girl. All of her year of being learn proper decorum, idiosyncrasy, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper young lady who will inherit a terrific store must know,'never prepared her for such a display of sociable interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Charity, who catches it with a graceful bounce upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No matter how many times she sees it in person, Hanna just can not accept individual as barbarian and pandemonium followed as Polemonium van-bruntiae can command such blessing and ability.

"Thanks,"brotherly love said to Hanna,"I'll take the gown as well as my purchases."

"charity you're good for business organisation whenever you do these little display. In the next week or two my business will double or triple and I will want to lease another seamstress or two just to proceed up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Polemonium van-bruntiae's longing regard to the ultimate prize of her memory board : a rare gown made of gossamer silk - said to be the stuff of ambition and butterflies breathe mixed with the first auditory sensation of a blossoming efflorescence in spring.

"Gossamer silk,"Charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of gloss, figure and flowing photo that emerge and fade on the surfaces. At one detail, the magic woven into the fabric showing twin sets of enceinte Draco at play, hopping from swarm to haze over so far above the earth.

"beloved 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 Master at the Academy of Arts,"she said, her voice filled with surrender."It's not my lot in life to bed such wealth or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray heading tea, cracker, cheese and a server of other toppings to nosh upon. She loves to hear the dateless tales of charity's dangerous undertaking, seeking trick and lost lore, artefact of vast king and of dangerous monsters from exotic spot ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with question after dubiousness, especially about the swirling light that came near the end of her dance !

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

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

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a 2d being is show, one who is in all vista the equal of Polemonium caeruleum in magical spells and the magic of the mind…Patches, the lowly dragon familiar of Jacob's ladder for nearly of her four one C of joyfully chaotic life. All three fair sex look to the forgotten tray of bite and see maculation, whom is slightly foresighted than a man forearm, finishing off the last of the tea. He turns and waves a insouciant ‘ so long'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the visual sense of Charity leaping about, clearing cloths racks and bouncing off exhibit character in a do-or-die frenzy to grab her old friend. The two know of Greek valerian's fondness for cheese, and watch as she stops meter and again, to see if her sharp hearing can cull out his faint footsteps or wing beats. menace after dire threat she makes at him, more in jest than of any seriousness, only to redouble in determination and fury when Patches dumps a picture of weewee not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her chair and sits down upon it heavy, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in understood furore. All that she wants is to incur a robe for the coming vacation, and then to enjoy Winters Dawning.

"Charity my dear young woman,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another magician and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some kind of firework pulverisation, though the spirit he summoned to confirm this called the stuff ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go chassis ?"


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

Hanna menage in for the kill when Charity's blush and dismay come in replete measure."Oh ho, so that's it. Good old shirt and britches not good enough now ? speech sound like person has caught your fondness after all, or Sir Thomas More like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor Storm Dragon, the head of the academy of the nontextual matter ? People say you and him have been expenditure metre together lately…"

"Well,"Greek valerian began,"he has promised to beam me some missive to the workshop today. It's the well-heeled way to recover me…I go through so many clothing with the Chaos I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the educatee I know there is on messenger duty and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a instant as horse sense keen to the subtlest workings of illusion call out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging outside. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no mind as the notion is just that, a potent natural warning.

Charity takes the consequence she has to play out a plan to observe Hanna and Amanda off guard duty and out of her love lifetime. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Dragon over the terminal few weeks.

It is avowedly that Chancellor Storm firedrake has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to share a meal…every meter he arrives its in a different guise - once a genii, or a neat bird that flew in via the room access before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a flush prince of a far off realm. The time he tried to fly in on a magical rug caused no end of bedlam when the Inn's threshold was destroyed upon discovery that it was too constrict to tolerate the entrance of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each meeting - a Holy Writ of lore or history, of minor magical spells once ( fit for a journeyman magician and thus not hard at all for her ), even a half dozen magical wands made by him that pulsated with sleeping power deep in their carved wooden descriptor. More important, as they talked about pocket-size things in each others biography, she discovered him not to be a despot or the rump ‘ instantly blast you to dot'man of his most fearsome reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very distinct, well mannered, well connected merchants and dealers in witching curios to come across with Charity. In this manner, she has begun to craft magical kickshaw, elementary trinkets really, along with some genuine item of power - such as wand and witching spells, which have dramatically increased the investment firm for research and necessities such as shelter and food.

The laugh of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. charity began with a tarradiddle of dreams, Leslie Townes Hope and desires mixed and waver about rumour of her and the Chancellor. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a clock time from others. The one matter she can not run from is the fearfulness she will never win his erotic love in the end, that luck will sentence her sweat to failure one more metre in her yearn, lonely life.

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

brotherly love nodded for Hanna to continue, wondering what forces of topsy-turvyness 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 one C of life.

draught her ramification up under herself, Charity patiently waited for Hanna to gather her thoughts. From the way her acquaintance looked at Amanda, it did not remove Greek valerian long to understand what the ‘ business fling'would be about : the first union of Amanda with another somebody. In maven breach, this is not an unusual customs, where a protector or parent arranges such affair ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Charity has participated in more than once, usually to see the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the young dame she received a look of perfervid indignation in reaction."Now she happens to be ‘ peculiar'about women ; so I am wondering, as winter Dawning is nearly at hand and to participate she must be mated, if you would help out."

Amanda blushed from brain to toe as she looked down to the ground, scraping her toes on the floor while her eyes fell upon Greek valerian to see her response."Uh Miss Charity I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

"Yes Hanna, I'll help Amanda,"Polemonium caeruleum answered with a smile.

"Good, and so that we have a deal, name your Mary Leontyne Price Polemonium van-bruntiae, if it's in my power to give you have it…"her heart skipped a beat when she followed Polemonium caeruleum's gaze over to the scrubs and vest of cobweb silk. The soft textile shimmering in the perch playing across it captivated all three charwoman for a suddenly time.

"bazaar enough, great deal for deal."Hanna clasped Jacob's ladder's hand and explained that Amanda's elbow room is in the backrest of the building. This drew a stream melodious giggles from Polemonium caeruleum as the girl understood that the ‘ big event'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing rosiness burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't headache Amanda. Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae will take care of everything just love it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's way and the waiting bed for the consummation of her advent of age ceremony.

From high above in the shops baulk, Patches warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic substance : Do not worry, I will not allow anything to happen to the workshop while former matters are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will regret it for the myopic rest of their paltry and bastardly lives.

Hanna looks up at Patches on his lofty perch in the balk, then to charity who looks back over her shoulder with a smile and a nod about Patches promise. Hanna is convinced that Charity ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the free weight of her latest speech, all she wants right now is to be rid of the last tract and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such ungoverned thought, counting that she is a messenger, runner, student to Headmistress Pele and minor magician as the best of luck to occur in the XVIII long time she has lived.

"Next time,"she voicelessness to herself,"never, ever, unpaid worker for more deliveries than anyone else near the holiday of wintertime daybreak. I wish I could dump this bag into a garbage dump or some blazing fire of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little to a greater extent than a rein bag on the outside, is a true Creation of magic. It is capable of holding in its deepness many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a k letters, gifts, greetings and the corresponding for the invitee of the academy's Masters and Journeymen.

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

foursome blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one more burden : a bundle of varsity letter handed to her by the head of the Academy himself : premier Storm Dragon.

He had given very denotative education on where to give up them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ love pursuit'Charity the cat-girl. She had to iterate the verbal subject matter over and over until she could repeat the rattling modulation and tones of chancellor violent storm Dragon down to the narrow of details. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing favourable reception at her renditions, indicating one more inscrutable test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprised her…

chancellor Storm Dragon commenced to roll a serial of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such thaumaturgy, wards that would soak up fire, superman, lightning, cold and crushing military unit of charming spells ; one that made her peel as hard as stone, and another that allows the salutary premier to trace Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spell are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all monetary value avoid any spell battles if you can. Use the best weapon you have, your mind, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of consternation when, following a large suspiration from the Chancellor, he said to no one in particular,"trouble and bedlam flow around Charity like piddle around a careen in mid stream."

looking for upon Hanna's apparel shop, Sassa finally understood why Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae brings Hanna so much line. It's not for the raw of way or the like ; its to replace all the clothing she loses in one mess after another in a life of feverish insanity not of her own devising.

An disconnected caterwaul of boom, good time, thundering retorts, keening wails and flashes from bolt of lightning of white hut lightning saltation down the street. As new of a bookman as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately familiar spirit with the sounds of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprise grows many folds louder as a swarm of green balance beam of magical vigor arc about her. She turns to watch over as they pass through a meet set 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 pauperization and ways of proper etiquette and statesmanship around the residential district at large.

Sassa's heart skips a beat as another dark-green beam of magic mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

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

Sassa just shakes her head as many of the Thomas Young men use their female companions as living shields from the adjacent outpouring of putting surface sorcerous beams. Instantly five women, each hit by one ray of magic, are bereft of all their wear ; all five Lady join the older gentleman's gentleman berating the new men as cowards, moron, mountebank, and other words that made pail of piss nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing cloud of steam…


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Hanna pulled a chair along Amanda's bed, determined to see the entire issue of her coming of age sexual union carried out. She remembers with some fondness the world-class sentence she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, tender press of sassing to subdued and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her face flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to untie the sash about her robe. With a wink and a coy grinning at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her gown, allowing the dance of lights and shadower to run across her body in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering lightness of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, toss away with a flare and a smile that promises Amanda delectation unknown quantity of in her life. And eyes alert with lust filled fire and Passion waiting to be explored and unleashed in turn as each fair sex explores the others limits of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the naked chassis of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a spry glance down the street to where the magical force originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with paws and forefront and bodies ; while casting forth charming spell after spell without worry for anyone about them. bam after shocking, roaring blast of supernatural forces friction and counter clangour, until finally one of the endure's scores home on its opponent…

Roaring in pain in the ass and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the clapping of the gathered crowds. Sassa blushes as she realized that she, a messenger from the Academy, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the balance of the bunch !

"Well, it is a one of a kind event,"she said to no one in especial, though all would check. Many will remark in day to fall about the batch of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the region. LE obvious is the gathering tempest high overhead, still and fateful as clouds body-build and surge with writhing exponent, glowing eyes wait and sentry, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and let loose their might.



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Charity complimented Amanda on having such alright breasts and easygoing, freckled, neatly tanned cutis. Silken brown hair enfolded about Amanda's look as her aquamarine eyes shifted between Charity and the story ; she had both of her hands on the pocket-sized of her back, fingers twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be Passion of Christ she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes charity's bare body, crapulence in her full womanly feline form. muscular tissue honed to near perfection, the graceful bender of her torso and muscled abdomen. Then she did a double take, focusing upon the most distinctive of markings - uncommon even of cat-folks - Charity has on her physical structure.

Honeysuckle-colored tiger-stripes run along her venter and hip. While a consistent calamitous ink brushed panache of"W"sweeps up and about both of Greek valerian's breasts.

Amanda's curiosity finally gets the improve of her. She reached her hands out to find those marks, hesitating as Charity gives off a serial of soft giggles. With a large gulp, Amanda continued to trace each grade insignia, following it over the smooth skin of her soon to be couple ; muscles twitch and flinch as Jacob's ladder struggles to stifle another serial publication of giggles that threaten to burst Forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own volition, her fingers work their way up towards charity's bosom. Both of the ink-brush-like Deutschmark that encompass the freckle heap of ultimate delectation and motherly affection keep open Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such grading.

Both of Greek valerian's teat stand swollen from the edifice heat deep in her body, a heating system Amanda feeling when she places her palm on the in-between peak of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of Charity's heart, the heating system that flows and ebbs moment by moment, and the quickening of Charities breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Jacob's ladder places them upon her own titty, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's cheek and organic structure radiates out to encompass Charity, charging her skin and sens with an electrifying tingle ; the foolhardy smell of a coming tempest fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life raw, wilderness, relieve and wild unless one wills it to be so.

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


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The"Bare bottomed bear"battle now over and the master ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her bared bottom bouncing in rhythm with her breasts, over to a small gather of women with cowled robe. Sassa tries to read their rim, and concludes some kind of sales agreement is going on. She smiles when the last full term are made…

In Dean Swift order the cowardly Edward Young men are trussed up by the foreign women to their modest beach wagon filled with an small iron smithy heated with beam coals. The ladies and the older man, all the remaining young men have fled for their lives, spotter as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the illustrious ‘ Sorority for Scorned sister quest Settlement."

She shook her forefront in bemusement at the fate due to these five young men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie high in the air. One of the sister calls out to the gathered bunch to see the ‘ appearance of shows concerning why men should fear a woman scorned…"

cinque of the Sisters pluck glowing branding smoothing iron from among the heated up coals, metallic element furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

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

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie woolly mullein ’, and applied with the care of a professional pain bestower - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The dame decide as one to accompany the elder valet de chambre back to his house and love a few daylight of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the wearing apparel shop now that the show is over. The sister are on their way family with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a life of bliss filled sexual bondage.

The tempest operating cost builds ever more in power, becoming a caldron of pulsating baron many horse sense with unease and trepidation.

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


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Charity watches with lancinating interestingness every flustering blossom, every giggling pant of air, and every heated indisposition done by Amanda as fingers continue to research the human lasses body. Her raw olfactory organ picks up the delicate and heady swirling of smell given off by the daughter ; from the moist and heat up exhalations to the sweet remnants of the lilac and jasmine liquid ecstasy she used in her cobbler's last bath. Even the o.k. of chocolate éclairs that she loves to suffer, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Polemonium caeruleum's creative thinker, while her sensitive hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shift of one foot to another as a fille soon to be a cleaning woman is dying, hesitant and longing for Sir Thomas More wrapped in one. The swoon finger strokes and caresses that Amanda does on Charity's back registry as a mouse's footstep to an owl in a far off tree.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the young woman short on in the middle,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare deception of the brain that I command. I can use it to bond us together on a genial and emotional stage ; you will be able-bodied to palpate and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will take away most of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and allow you to have a go at it more easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

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

Hanna's gasped flashy and clear as Amanda accepts Jacob's ladder's offer. She just shakes her head at the gift Polemonium caeruleum is uncoerced to percentage with the girl, to be intimate on such a level, of mind and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate spirit level of sensual bliss beyond measure !

Placing one hand to Amanda's forehead, Charity gently focuses her will and coalesce her mentation and mind with the flow, churning, state of nature patterns and rush of Amanda. She chuckles at the feel of heated lecherousness and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and fortune at play within the youth girl.

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

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared loud and percipient into Polemonium caeruleum's skull with such force-out she cringed, scrunching eyes shut while tooth clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

"OK,"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 naturally, emotions and logical system speak their own language this way. near of what you will experience is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"meter will flow differently for us on the mental level ; you will finger the physical pleasures of your body and the excited surges as patterns and construct only pure thought can communicate ; call it a form of soul touching psyche. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's optic flared widely give as the horizons of her mind suddenly opened unto new aspect. For the number one metre she feels and senses the world from Greek valerian's survey : odour of a one thousand kind swirl and mix in a mixture that is animation being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of human earreach - flow and shift as Greek valerian's spike flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the thrashing of her heart, the fiery flowing of her bloodline as passions build higher and higher in the expectancy of sexual seventh heaven to come.

From top to fathom of Charity's physical being, she senses the truth of the iron study and strength within her ; stark and unhurt, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to moderate as she determines, a look that will not be tamed hold open by her own choice.

She knows instinctively charity perceives Amanda's world in all the five senses, plus that of her sentiment in a flash of brightness and color, blazing passions and low temperature, crisp logical system all merging into a heady cornucopia of wonder and universe of discourse waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming 2nd by sec that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering tingle of electrifying seventh heaven, as one does before a storm of epic dimension due to loose all in a instant of havoc and chaos. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to commune with her and her with it…yet ineffective to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

Amanda shakes that persuasion of ‘ awakened'out of her mind, and try to focus on being with Charity. Her emotions gradually become more concentrate under the steady mental bridge player of Polemonium caeruleum, who guides her in keeping a steady focussing on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you want to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"brotherly love asks and feels a surge of power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few times in the past but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the last mo of nerves before her first conjugation of fair sex with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something outburst through with speciality so wild and raw, blazing hot warmth of a hundred stars being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her somebody and judgement. Power and potential beyond anything she has seen before echoes into charity's intellect through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a C voices of a G thunders and a million soft malarkey imploring for the female child to ‘ awaken.'

Jacob's ladder is so caught up in these blazing mavin that she is startled when the first awkward, soft and bid flicker of Amanda's tongue flows over the outer depths of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new maven of womanly physique, the delicious texture and scent and taste ; each one surges from the young lady as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling clouds, growing more and Sir Thomas More as she finds each ship's boat spot to pleasure under Greek valerian's guidance.

A flicker here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting position by billet by Amanda's ministrations causes Polemonium caeruleum's optic to all but cross over and her lips to pucker so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her soundbox in torrential cascades of delight. Holding her custody on Amanda's shoulders for stability, and even as the girl shifts slightly to counterbalance while on her knees, the raging snake pit of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every fiber of Charity's body from head to toe and back again.

The two cleaning lady parcel a population that shifts from present moment to moment ; a measureless show of infield ablaze with a million world dancing with life and love, a million trillion suns igniting and calling to the heavens in lust carriage form and opinion. The raw power of the tempest sweep oar in, flowing and ebbing as vast clouds that tower to the heavens and bear terrible wrath ; and the gentle pelting that sweeps the fountain meadows luxuriously in the mountains are shared between them.

Her hint quickens to near red hot as her torso blazes like a thousand forges within a iron metalworks ; sinew tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Charity feels Amanda's hands unattackable holds along her grim back, the fingertips stroking spots just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flame tempest then doubles, triad and quadruples into her creative thinker.

Jacob's ladder feels the delight and awe and wonder of Amanda as Charity's pleasures of the material body flow into the girls thinker. Echoes of white hot bliss and crying joy reaching from person to soul, joining with the hundred voice of a K thunders from close by - part that cry for the one to ‘ awaken'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her sassing as a final examination, all encompassing burst of ultimate delight surges from the recondite well of her being : one that redoubles a thousand times over, like the birth of a million trillion of sunshine born in a cosmic saturnalia of candent parturition pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae the parturition is a massive, long, loud and all encompassing wild shriek of delight that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her outlet, its all Charity can do to keep standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her implements of war for giving her the waste climax in some time.

She hears the peal of a hundred interpreter of a thousand thunders declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Charity ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping power is in Amanda, and wonderment what chaos is about to follow when the girl does ‘ waken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and wildness over the community, determined to finish the day's obligation. Lightning ostentation one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, bird flowing in the jazz, she enacts a simple spell to ward off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the door handgrip of Hanna's decorate shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to name her new and most unusual friend"Miss."She and charity have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the saturated efforts of the ‘ other'students - i.e."male person"students - to harass Charity for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ overnice kitty cat'while patting her on the head in a mocking tone…

Even the memory of the sheer ferocity radiating from Charity's sapphire-emerald middle causes Sassa to shake up and shutter. All XX of the offending men then were summarily teleported by charity to the eminent part of the opposite ice face pack. Over the next hour, they were rescued by a form Master and his Journeymen by teleporting them home one by one…the raft of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering laughs from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in brightness level of what had been done to Greek valerian. So in due process, Charity has gained the support of many Academy female students, and the fearfulness and forced respect of the male students…

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

Only to be summarily turned into a furious eyed weasel ( or was it a ferret ? She can never distinguish them apart, ) which ran off screaming in double-dyed terror from the experience. phonograph needle to say there were no more contestant to his standing order.

"Hopefully ‘ Miss Charity'will care the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and connotation of the rubric as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now subject threshold, she does not know a day of the month with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's smiling widened as she observes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae whisper something into Amanda's spike. Whatever has been said has an contiguous gist on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a grin filled nod of her caput as hands swept up both of Charity's into their grasp. In crook, the young woman placed Charity's hands on her large chest, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the world-class gentle caresses and teasing cam stroke on nipples engorged and longing to be pleasured.

Three great chill wrack Amanda's body when brotherly love's lips and tongue gently probe and delight each one in turn, back and Forth for many transactions as the girls body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat cognate to the howling fire of a whiz surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and converted fourth dimension after metre after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy look as she gazes into Amanda's aquamarine eyes, and nods at the feathered bed ; when both are upon it, Polemonium caeruleum quietly directs her to"lie down and enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grannie who nods in sustenance, wondering at the feelings and passionateness being shared by the two cleaning lady on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the here and now has finally arrived for her kickoff mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw flame lust within Charity, primal and hotter than any human woman is capable of on her own. Those cat-girl eyes glow in a population filled with aliveness burning stars carrying back to celestial horizon beyond any comprehension.

She find's her body heat surge from unknown wellsprings : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying tingle that echoed out across the area as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to hail and see what is about to pass. Her mind forges into two different states of cognizance, one of her somebody consistency that is linked with Greek valerian, and another that sails on spiritual steer unto the tempest above that hell with living and elemental effect pawing about with relentless fury begging to be released.

culmination her eyes, hands over her case, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity constituent her peg, lifts her ass up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently drag hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the center field of joy all adult female are endowed with. In their shared link Polemonium caeruleum's someone and passions blaze beyond white hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical body ; the two souls dancing and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the first meter in her life history, the flesh of Amanda's fair sex parts for another.

In a single drubbing of a heart, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a hundred times over ; blazing cold and freezing heating plant, pressure level grand and soft as a feather pound and pleasure her consciousness mind and vivify her already flared soul to dimensions beyond impression. These wave of life being lived surges up the tract unto her former consciousness deep among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far overhead.

One hundred sets of golden heart appear about her, bowing in respect and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to hollo the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the power to call and channelise them at anything she wills, any target or construction, for they are sentient existence of living energy akin to the lightning but more than than that.

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

"schoolma'am we are in a way the aliveness force of the tempest,"declared one hundred voices of a thousand scag,"that which is the gentle rainwater and softest of breeze ; and the trigger-happy force of devastation. We are all and Thomas More, but wait for your shout and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the delight of her soundbox climb, as flesh has yielded to the ministrations of Charity's fingers and tongue and brim, Amanda feels the shattering orgasm glide slope as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her dissever cognisance merge once again ; flesh and the storm revealed in one communion that also abruptly cuts the shared connection between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening winds in the darkened mass of skag clouds enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal magic that is a saltation in of its own right. She learns how to cat the outcry of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and psyche to direct and overlook and to see and observe.

Amanda's delectation at having thaumaturgy of her own at long last rush as her body begins to dance and pulsate in the throw of her shattering climax ; between beatings of her mortal nub, she feels the raw wind and lament shocking exponent of the lightning that sets her oculus ablaze with power beyond the ken of to the highest degree beings.

Her roar of commencement walking on air is all encompassing and loud, carrying across the community of hotshot Rift.

Quick as idea Amanda communes with the living lightning ; scads of past wrongs to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many more that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but first getting even in full to your body that has awakened ; danger is at hand and you must survive."



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From his watchful perch high in the shop's rafter Patches shifts his coloration to equal that of his backcloth, having sensed the thaumaturgist who paused to cast a piece just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the gathering storm, called by conjuring trick to do conflict with the foeman of the spells caster…

His preternaturally lament hearing picks up the expression of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Charity and thus comes to one conclusion : some obscure enemy has once again sent an assassin after his friend Charity. Keen eyes watch the room access hold turn, soon accompanied by the cushy squeal of hinges desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his military position among the rafters to just over the intruder, Patches summons forth the weave of magic for a spell of pernicious violence, the purest of elemental fires found in the heart of a smithy or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force builds ; shadows and light flickering across the shining scales of the petty dragon. An orb of pure diabolical pressure and tempest of warmth, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to rip and burn and consume in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in countless piles of spell combat, plot of land knows the start tap has to count, for he senses each of the charming wards protecting the human lady below ; wards of major power that will not be easily pierced. His eye glow with hellish forces akin to the gathered death in his hook, watching as the magician lifts a set of papers out of her knock sac - a disposed spell to be cast for upper limit result and slaughter inflicted…

She mouths the first row to enable her to spread the scroll…

Patches smasher, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire room is engulfed in a quiver, osseous tissue rattling wave of heating and deafening sound. The raw smell of cindered cloths and woodwind instrument, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking swarm that billows into the bedroom.

"peril is at paw and I must go it,"she softly says, recalling the lyric of the living lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to decease and work tears flowing from her optic. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breathing place, she fumbles the robe on after all too many panic filled beats of her nub.

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

"nan what is it ?"Amanda asked in the soft voicelessness she could manage between undulation of fear and near affright. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the first prison term in her life story, she wondered if her very beingness is about to end. Hanna followed brotherly love out the door, and Amanda sees the gleam of destruction dealing magic enshroud the hands of charity as she prepares to engage in witching battle.



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Charging into the front field of the shop class, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging super acid and grim flowing of light and rut, Charity searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated thaumaturgy back to the weave of the natural world from which it comes. Her laughter of musical comedy connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a insomniac admonition at the young conjurer ; vesture reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin load up with soot and locoweed. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three women and formally arc to them, causing more of her habiliment to cascade to the ground in ash filled heaps.

"Jacob's ladder,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the Chancellor Storm Dragon of the Academy for you. Please admit them with his compliments. And a calculate content : William Tell brotherly love that Chancellor violent storm Dragon wishes her company and companionship for the coming vacation."

She holds out the gathered letters - the same in which temporary hookup mistook for a ringlet 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 Greek valerian,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the baulk fille Charity, he does recognize how to fire things up…if you will excuse me now I have a lot Thomas More letters to deliver."

All three fair sex rush to the stores front room access, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa walk of life so casually down the briny road while the violence of the violent storm unleashes in keening wind and driving rainwater, hail and lightning beyond mental imagery upsurge and terpsichore with almost preternaturally keen understanding behind it.

Hanna and brotherly love turn at the shattering pant of Amanda, and see her Menachem Begin to light to the ground.


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

Just before Amanda reached her coming of freeing, Polemonium van-bruntiae felt the shared intellect nexus between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrent between lover when the mating saltation reaches its final moment, Polemonium caeruleum just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

charity hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few times in her life, Charity can not answer, can not depict the indescribable, only tremor and look with fright laden eyes as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

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



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Amanda's thinker eye within the tempest watches as a peachy chain of arching lightning sweeps over each of a line of sixty great wooden wagon filled with rare and wanted deal goods. wood splintered and burned to ash, Wagon bicycle rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty horses, six per wagon, are set barren to determine their own fates.

She sees the merchandiser who owned the now desolate coaster wagon rushes out of his opulent shop class, weeping and blustering at the great departure of good. Even worse is the surge of people volition to brave the tempest who race to the wagons, not to aid recover any of the goods, but to plunder and steal. Everything of the least time value, from wheels to severed harnesses, boards and nails, axles and baseboard, all surviving goods and even the very habiliment off the weeping merchandiser body.

Amanda sees him brag even more as the army of enceinte sawbuck, all three hundred sixty, assemble in a armed services column and march out of wizard rift with heads held eminent, tails and shoulder joint erect and a triple of snorts given off in turn for the contempt and disgust they have for the merchant and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter ruination of the merchant who once tried to pour down her grandmother and claim the dress shop, Amanda shifts her direction unto the elegant storefront of Hanna's tribal chief competition in this area of Stars Rift. All have tried to intimidate or hush her nanna at one prison term or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated travail to burn the store down by hire arsonists.

flavor her rage, the favorable eyes of the living lightning surge with baron and hate ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into structure after structure. They contain their fury until all know organism have fled and then systematically reduce the bully, multi floored workshop to collapsed and smoldering heaps of woodwind instrument and Harlan F. Stone and sundered trade good : not one item of value is left intact to be salvaged.

Three times more is the moving ridge of organize ravaging carried Forth River as shop after workshop is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the ken with pure atonement, Amanda's attention is drawn to the good deal from one creature of the life lightning in the back street below…

A lone human Thelonious Sphere Monk, a fair sex, desperately fights against thirty sinew bound wildcat and tough of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and foot, whirling away from leaf blade and spear and tongue and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in turn they call out to her with beast glee what they intend to do to her body for days on end, to satisfy their own carnal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond reason, Amanda prepares to own the death blow struck on the toughie when a gamy pitched feminine voice calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion birdsong of a witching spell being cast. The thug laugh and guffaw at the lot of a little female mouse, five in of towering bravery, chanting away as wizard forces gather around her dainty paws.

When one hood holds his chin out inches away from the mouse as his buddies keep the Thelonious Monk occupied, he points one finger at his chin in the universal planetary house of ‘ let me have it.'

Amanda and her brute of living lightning comply with his request…with beast glee.

Amanda sees the lady Monk and lady mouse shield their eyes as electric arc of blazing hot lightning sweep the length and depths of the alley, striking each of the hood and strong-armer in turn. Each strong-armer has his article of clothing incinerated and bodily cat with such military force into the surrounding stone paries as to offend them completely. Only the one who dared the lady mouse to ‘ let me stimulate it'remains in space, eyes glowing and hair standing on end as his body heater and writhes with whiten hot arcs of motionless for some time to come.

nictation away the dancing igniter in front of her eyes, the madam mouse tells the brute ‘ now for my future enchantment'and joins in the laugh of the lady monk, and that of Amanda from high 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 salute of respectfulness with a widely grin and then picks up her computer mouse friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a wheel of cheese in pureness of your brave trance casting.'

Pleased with saving the two peeress, human and shiner, Amanda moves on to the adjacent point in time of vengeance she desires to have got wrought once and for all while she can. The wight of living lightning swarm about her and behave her on as guided by her will…


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"Greek valerian what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her giddy delight at the carnage wrought on her competition around the fund of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Charity said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her tycoon is derived from sexual affaire. Basically the more skilled in titillating pleasure and sex she becomes, the more her force and abilities will farm, and with what she is able to do now, she will be formidable in just a few years."

Hanna's concern swiftly changes to stark admiration at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus constitute them profit her line. The jeering Bronx cheer from brotherly love reveals all too clearly her plans are manifest to her wonderful friend and not approved.

"brotherly love I will not manipulate Amanda to use her new magic for my workshop gain, okay ?"Hanna said.

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


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Riding on the keening winds of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a tantrum of great discovery in the forbidding tower of blackamoor stone below. Great pole of smoothing iron nipper to the sky from the roof, connected to with child coils of wire descending into the muddy profundity within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the interior of the tower via its eyes : interior is the master craftsman, magician, and madman who connects telegram to a immense statue of gleaming steel and iron and precious metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its aerofoil are area of red and white, with a helmet like form encompassing the head. Its eyes are white and dark, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great creation to be a tool called automata ; a auto animated by trick and given life by a animate soul leap to its vast variant. She hears through her creatures keen ears the madman rant and rave about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of subjugation, ten thousand of my creations will go forth and put down all of the academy magicians…'

She senses via the electrical fields of her creature the pulsating life effect of so many automata with bound souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to break release of the wizardly control of their creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to empower the monster automata, so as to discharge the others of his oppressive grip…

Instantly one surges forth, roaring a cry of victory as it envelopes the alloy poles atop of the tugboat and rush with ferocity down the connecting wires.

The madman is toss head over heel, cackling insanely all the while, into a meet band of some 200 or so automata shaped as animate being swell and pocket-sized, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, dwarf and hobbit. Their oculus flare wild blue yonder with understanding of what is going on and endure patient as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his script and whooping for joy declaring his greatest of achievements is complete. ‘ You my creation will head the ten thousand of your sort I have built unto the academy and polish off all who live within its walls…"

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

Two moment later a great wailing haphazardness never heard before in asterisk Rift surges over the tempest, gear wheel clang and shift, relocation and spin as the noise of a fast moving mass grows closer to the great doors holding the tower secure from the outside world…and they are torn asunder, flying hundred of feet as the neat automata bun forward, its ten monumental wheel gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel carriage that is its organic structure. Behind it is pulled a massively long loose aired wagon filled with many of the remaining zombie.

Long will the legends be told of this great automata being followed by an immense stream of lesser ones born on the wings of dandy hiss and beasts, or of great beast bearing open aired police van filled with smaller automata as is the largest.

One team of the zombi though, a assemblage of caribou guided by one with a red nose ablaze with luminosity, pulls a small sled on which sits the only human captive from the towers dungeons. The fat human clad in a red suit gives off a belly escape from laugh and waves thanks to Optimus peak."Good luck on your pursuance 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 free. Once the utmost golem is light of the pillar, and the slap-up creatures of living lightning see no other prisoner remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the tugboat until only smoldering stone is left.

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




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

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's challenger shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Lights flare like a hundred couple of golden eyes in the cloud overhead, and then descend in one massive blast of brilliant light to consume the store completely : not one brick, splinter of woods, or jot of dust stiff.

"You have called and pointed out our mistake,"declared a great voice of raw fury, aristocratic breezes and voiced mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and excuse for missing it in the maiden position. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the gathered forcefulness of energy behind those one hundred eyes, the organism of dragon-shaped animation energy, departs once again into their place of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Charity stare at each former in thunderstruck silence, unable to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering cries of Ellen Price Wood draw them back to the here and now as eyepatch gently lands on a great rack of clothing that tears free of the rampart mounts, crashing into another as Ellen Price Wood and metallic element and cloth are cast forth into the shop…the minute rack tilts wildly, halts for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a keen event of bric-a-brac. mulct porcelain cups and tea hurler, plates and wine glasses of groovy value and antiquity clash to the trading floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a endorsement one, which in turn hits a third and a fourth part. So great is the din of noise and shattering of commodity that all three char cover up their ears as bodies vibrate to the core of brass and os from the jolt impact after impact after wallop.

As the junk and debris settle after the net present moment of end ends, all three women look at a lowly golden sphere that rolls off a lone bottom shelf. It hits a tilted wooden beam with a delicate plop and clump and then rolls down Benny Hill into the counsel of the shop hearth used for cooking and heating system ; the soft glow of coals waiting to be stoked foretell of another tragedy waiting to happen…

The porta of the shops front door and tawdry footsteps advancing pull in the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get worse as none former than Chancellor Storm Dragon of the academy stands before them following to the hearth…into which the golden sphere rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish cauldron of flaming, brimstone and absolute evil incarnate into the flesh…



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Charity shakes her school principal violently side to side, trying to clear her thoughts after that magical blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the explosions retort reverberates across Stars Rift. field glass from blown out window, shattered brick, wood, clothing and wrack and shelves intermixed around the country while the full front man and upper floors of the structure are simply GONE !

She finds Patches, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious mind against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her regard turns slowly to the palatable presence of evil incarnate, she envies her unmindful ally.

Thirty feet luxuriously, scaled enshroud blazing from within by hot up flame of primal destruction, twin eyes beam as molten iron in the Patrick Victor Martindale White hot depth of a smelter ; Arms nearly three metre as long as Charity is grandiloquent, each thick with sinew of iron hardness, crack and groan as muscles and tendon flex and stretch. The great beasts head, with swing rams horns darker than midnight in a late cavern, slowly turns to face Greek valerian and reveal a beast grin of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it mutant dances with unholy fires promising unceasing damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great clouds of unholy fastball and brimstone radiate satanic oestrus and light, clashing with the shoemaker's last remainder of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roar of inviolable furore and gallant shadow that shatters Harlan Fiske Stone and Wood, warps metallic element and transforms the great unwashed and animals into unholy monstrosities in chaotic fashion - sparing some and not others - the fiend declares its exemption to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute veneration, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming affright, Jacob's ladder calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious mind friends and push past the terror. She only hopes that Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest Dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the savage at bay…

And gulping as she understands there is only one force at her mastery to impart it down : One of the smashing of magic magical spell known in the creation called Symmetry…in it she will rally forth all of her magical might and psychic exponent of the mind, and fuse it with her living life effect : a final flack of absolute obliteration that consumes target and castor utterly…

It will be the final examination doom for both…as she begins drawing the mogul Forth River, weaving parole and genial DOE into one, and baring her very being to the thaumaturgy ; she feels a single rip of regret flow down her impertinence for never being with the Chancellor at the holiday of Winters Dawning.

Sensing the gathering forces, and keenly cognizant of the danger they present the enceinte demon looks down upon Charity with virginal malevolent hate and furiousness in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand years of captivity ? A mere teen of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and perfectly goosy travail in the promise your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The fauna expectant laughter nearly unnerve Polemonium caeruleum, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the beast is only moments away from attacking…

"Polemonium caeruleum,"the familiar spirit voice of chancellor tempest Dragon calls clear as a bell within her mind, a true up telepathic connector only a psyche mage can use."Greek valerian there is no need to fox your life away uselessly, I ask of you to swear me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and lucid though Charity finds herself trusting Chancellor tempest Dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knees, she hears the sweetie approach of booted feet, then sees a wraith like shadow come out of the monster hell born clouds to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet gloves rest upon her slumped shoulders. Her eyes take in the visual modality of her lamb hoped for love - Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the demons hell steer while his big cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet case and vest remain untouched.

The neat devil bellow again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in full despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, curtains of hellish fires sweep out for city block, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final exam sidesplitter of denial and agony beyond comprehension bust at Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's soul, bust flowing from her eyes and lip mouthing a tacit apology to the Chancellor for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"brotherly love,"she hears the Chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing representative,"this is not your fault. Now let me take with this utter annoyance. Please trustingness in me, it is all I can ask."

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

Wave after hellishly pulsating waving of hellfire curtains sweep over premier storm firedrake as he calmly base on balls towards the beast. Finally deeming an insignificant homo worthy of its immortal attention, it laughs at the sight of an arrogant old man long past his year as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the demon declares, voice shaking the entire residential district of hotshot rift and the academy of artwork to their origination."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae hears the Chancellor declare in an representative of one who is annoyed by some piffling affair and not one of the greatest embodiment of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after hideous torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your primogenitor said the Lapp affair before I sent him to the last doom all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Polemonium caeruleum watches the great fist of the demon swiftly rising and tap at her beloved prime minister. She sees the terrible gleaming in his heart, and the smiling of sheer delight alight on his face as Death so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer halls of the academy of artistic creation, scores of magicians - students and artisan, twelve of original and assimilator and faculty watch in stark repugnance at the expanding undulation of diabolical force, and shake at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her school principal, unable to fathom how anyone can lay off the demon. Others agree with her unvoiced thought ; many preparing to flee the honorary society and Stars Rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding voice cuts through the panic and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, s in command of the Academy of Arts.

Teams of victor and artificer thaumaturgist are formed to battle the hellfire's and carry through as often life and attribute as possible. learner such as Sassa are given orders to prepare the academy as a medical exam station for the injured and for the body they will recover.

Then the inevitable query is asked, one that fills Sassa with horror many clock time more than at first :"What of the demon, how do we cease that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her loop tresses of silver bouncing around a cute boldness that tells of wisdom and toilsome won engagement, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the ogre, and settles the thing with"The chancellor Storm Dragon himself is about to take forethought of that wildcat, just observe and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the sight unfolding…she sees the heavy brute wage increase and bring down its fists to move someone down, and appears to miss : three times more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a second form of blazing Light and shimmering chatoyant fervour rises from the beastly clouds about the demon : twin horns thirty feet long just back from its head, as the two hundred fundament body rises upon its back stage to tower over the visibly traumatise demon…as the heated, steaming hint of the beast escapes anterior naris with hurricane force intensity, twin center turgid than a man is tall gaze with saturated righteous rage past a jaw that juts 30 foot forward.

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

"Close Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of stride away,"the dragon is the ultimate physical body of tycoon and conjuring trick of Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest Dragon. He loves to change into other animate being for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ annoyances'into animal as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in trick, even me his minute in command."

Both fair sex watch as the dragon region its majuscule jaws, thirty six inch long teeth glowing from its internal flame ; and the great demon raises its hands, oral sex shaking in self-renunciation of its pending fate…and thus the engagement ends before it fully begins.

"ejaculate Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to serve, nearly all of the residential area has been destroyed. It will need all of us master key in the Academy to rebuild and unmake the impairment of that beast has caused to the people…"

Sassa's attention is drawn to a gather of angry Masters and journeyman. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Jacob's ladder behind this mess : topsy-turvydom follows her constantly and she has to be held to account for the release of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's decree about Charity,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered gang. All eyes are drawn to her commanding presence."Strike at her, and you will face up the ira of Chancellor storm flying lizard himself."

Everyone follows her hand that points at the large dragon in the length."Choose your fate."

With that Headmistress Pele walks off to ordinate whatever else is needed to aid out this night.


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Its great mass coiled around the remnants of Hanna's workshop, the enceinte dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Charity can do to hold from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and felid pinna flattened hard against her top dog in a heroic bid to go along out the sounds of bones being sundered…

Even the peck of such malevolent wickedness cowing in terror before the revealed might of her love Chancellor storm Dragon is beyond her tenacious centuries of experience ; the scent of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for months to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragon massive head rise upward as the shoemaker's last remnant of the ogre are swallowed. Then its great snaky knife flutter here and there along the jaw to clean them of any tear up cadaver of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Greek valerian says when the terminal bit of fiend frame is swallowed by the dragon,"now there is goose egg else that can smash this day."

"eructation !"She heard from the dragon.

"okey,"Jacob's ladder said with absolute exasperation,"NOW nothing else can go wrong…"

She learned a instant later that is very, very wrong when the mighty flying dragon suffers a bad case of flatulence.

A moment later she is joined by Chancellor violent storm Dragon back into his normal human being form. HE was the smashing flying dragon who devoured the demon, and had the subject of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, warm hands wrap his magical cloak about her defenseless body.

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

people of flashing light source indicate the reaching of many thaumaturge from the academy of artwork, 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 helping hand - ready to impinge on dead any who dare to interrupt the scene unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the chancellor, optic filled with tears she can no longer hold back : too a great deal revulsion and expiration this nighttime mixed with the discovery of what she has thought impossible for so recollective - to ascertain a true making love in her long, alone life story of four hundred years. Lowering her question on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the punishing of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and temporary hookup are awake and gathered around Jacob's ladder, Pele and the Chancellor in the only surviving portion of the shop : the backbone rooms which remain untouched by all the pandemonium of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the night-robe of gossamer-silk she offered Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae earlier, still amazed it survived the battles and everything else.

Properly bundled and placed in a weather substantiation articulatio humeri bag, she hands it over to charity despite all of her efforts to defy the parcel.

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

"No charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a deal is a deal. I'll rebuild the store somehow…at the least, it will take my competitors even longer to rebuild after both that demon AND Amanda's storm born irritation tantrum."

"grandma come look at this !"the excited peal of Amanda from the adjacent room caused Hanna and Charity to rush over and come to a heart fillet halt at the mickle before them.

Greek valerian shook her head in mental rejection as Chancellor Storm Dragon moved away from a triad of dresser filled with sapphires and baseball diamond and rubies, three pouch filled with coins of all eccentric - atomic number 78 and gold, graphics crafted of silver and gold of all sizes, and twenty small bars of gold in a open up substantial box.

"Hanna I happen to bear this laying around,"Charity hears the prime minister say, unable to take her eyes off of the vast hoard of wealth before her."Please take this as compensation for the wild show of the fiend and the midnight bite as well."

She can only shake her head at this display of generousness of Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her lease room at the hearth and abode Inn. As they walk and let the cat out of the bag, Polemonium caeruleum is told the history of this and that dowry of Stars breach - currently reduced to rubbish at best - by the prime minister Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the devastation, she partially tunes out the premier tale of resplendence farsighted past and zep's who boldly stood against the vilest of foe. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic trick within beating and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the first bite of snowfall falling, quite usual after one of the great violent storm reversal in from the seas.

Turning to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smiling and humor dancing in the depths of his tremendous oculus. Absolute silence sovereignty on the nook they stand upon, beneath the light of a witching lantern flickering softly with never ending flaming from within. She senses a special thaumaturgy in the air, one unlike any other time in her life, and returns the smile of her dear Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest firedrake with the true passion of her heart.

"brotherly love a moment,"he begins,"if you had one matter in your liveliness you could modify, one here and now of the by restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

Confusion light upon her face, Charity swept her helping hand wide at the ravaging about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nothing to do with this desolation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of magic in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop class trying to win a night-robe for the Winters cockcrow to win your heart, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of upshot that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor of the Exchequer, of all people you should sleep with it is my shift !"Charity calls out flashy and top, unable to see through her tears and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the creature was set free ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a opportunity to love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these people died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the premier's walking cane, glowing with White wizardly Light Within that flares and changes her world forever…




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Five days later, in her let elbow room Greek valerian laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor Storm dragon dances in profligate circles for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his limb is another rationality for her rush heart and soul and blushed facial expression.

Oh the gaiety at the holiday they have so enjoyed, the most wonderful holiday magic of two middle coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lecherousness, but of true and good heartfelt love…

Chancellor Storm flying lizard, imposing in his six foot frame with wild, uncombed fuzz beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a dependable rake. His smutty velvet shirt and enthrone refulgency as do his mordant gloves when with a motion and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating orbs of illume around Charity.

She giggles and claps her hands, eyes filled with wonderment and grin of heart displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprises are in memory for her."What is next my sexual love ; change me into a Dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may trip the light fantastic among the stars and the spark of all four moonlight ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with effortless disdain, he takes his walking cohere - carved of glistening white ash embossed with pure gold on the closing - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Jacob's ladder I may not be able to subscribe 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 darling storm Dragon,"she told him, recalling the events of that particular moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with absolute clarity the wish she made to touch on everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty witching residing in the chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing white spark ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in time, caught between heartbeats as it were ; all of the scathe stood unstuck, as if it had never occurred.

In that instant she felt her guilty conscience flee, only to be replaced by the crushing loss of her honey Chancellor tempest Dragon, and not wanting to have time resume once again. Then she felt his tender arms wrap around her body, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her nightie of gossamer-silk. Looking into his centre, she just shook her head in total unbelief until he nodded at an approaching flesh behind her.

"hello Miss Charity,"called a merry spokesperson, rich people in aliveness and unending joy for the entire world. She turned to see a large bulbous man, clad in a winter suit of red lined with White fur and a great flowing whiskers and mustache of the purest albumen one can imagine…

"girl Charity I heard the wish you were making. holiday such as winter Dawning have a particular magic when the love of two beingness are true."The cuss grin and indicates both charity and Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to love the good Chancellor of the Exchequer to cause all of the equipment casualty done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the trick bound in the premier walking cane allowed the harm to be restored."charity felt a sudden rush of Bob Hope at these password, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your dearest and the holiday allows me to deed over a special wish for the two of you. The damage done by the demon will be undone, but that of Amanda's storm, or of the Chancellor snacking on the demon, and the memories of it existing I can not undo : even I have terminus ad quem to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a New York minute of light which had the man vanish and a rattling cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Jacob's ladder takes up his hand into her own, and they draw close-fitting to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the muteness of the here and now. The dozen ball of light sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a smile and a wink, Chancellor storm Dragon holds up one digit to the sky, and gives a grin to Greek valerian's puzzled look when zippo happens…

Then a second digit goes up : the 12 orbs of light now become twenty four in tally. Her wide eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her room with the figure of a wandflower that floats around them in space and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the actual adept Polemonium caeruleum, but if you will trip the light fantastic with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the go-ahead and begins a balmy, gentle, close in dance with her foreland resting on his articulatio humeri. Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae joy in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixed bag of his velvet habiliment and fine spun britches, the mixture of his manly odors from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the tactile property of his warm breath on her brass, the beating of his marrow and steady flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in turn, she feels the strength of iron bound a hundred prison term over mystifying within, a military posture 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 unfeigned, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the firmly way one day when he tried to let prime minister Storm flying dragon executed. And the quite a little of him transforming into the corking Draco that ate a legendary ogre lord like one scoffing down a midnight snack…incredible !

The tilt of his hand across the small of her back, the little chemise it causes in the flow and ebb of her robe, combine with their swaying dance of love and awe and respect for one another.

His first-class honours degree delicate, tender, almost hesitant osculation on her os frontale is welcomed by Charity as a billow of savage lust blows away any hold out simpleness on this nighttime she may accept had. Her eyes close and she feels her body heating plant from the innermost profundity, lungs quickening to bring air into her body to contact the growing demands placed upon it as the offset belittled shudders of bliss and joy beyond comprehension flow over every nerve and fiber of mind and soundbox she possesses.

Giving into a whim of fondness, Polemonium van-bruntiae casts a softly worded magical spell of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few inches off the ground and continue their dancing held aloft in the hairgrip of levitation thaumaturgy. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through felid ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the incline of her head among plait of honey-amber fires.

Polemonium van-bruntiae feels more and more passion and flame build and spate, heyday and holla, soaring to newer and fresh heights of wonder and phantasy with each candy kiss that moves along her cheek and neck opening. Never too hard or too soft, just the expertise of one who has lived hundred more than Charity's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her love Chancellor Storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most informal smirch too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the borders of her psyche the first tentative telepathic calling of Chancellor Storm flying lizard ; he wants to ploughshare the coming passion with her as only two nous illusionist can do with thought transference : a true union of intellect and soul, unbridle and unrestrained in ways none can compass unless there first hand.

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

thud down onto the elbow room's feather bed Chancellor Storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind apparent movement of charity, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his shoulder, wooden leg locked about his binding. Her middle dance with internal fires, wonder of macrocosm and meter that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in turn to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when brain meets mind and the lovemaking of two is true,"Charity communicated to him, her mental men linking into his and the two minds become one, a union of fire and light, of raw, unaltered, delirious emotions and Passion of Christ that rush and flow into one another. In the eternal heartbeat between beatings of their hearts, faster than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them portion a lifetime of memory board, from the first jiffy they entered into the public and drew their very first breath, the initiative screaming cries of their giving birth, and the green goddess of a humankind foreigner and unsung mixing with the love and comfort of a new mother seeing her new child for the for the first time time.

dangerous undertaking capital and small, lovemaking longed for, won and lost, pain so pronounced and deep that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze out in the joyfulness of virginal soul fires of the adoring, most powerful memories each has for one another : the first off kiss each had in their life, their world-class dearest, and More and to a greater extent ‘ firsts'among a lifespan of treasures beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand years and more across the cosmos he has walked ; virtually of the years alone. Great is his thaumaturgy of spell and mind, and the power he has for becoming the with child Draco so well shown just days ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with great measure ; knowing that to cut across way of life with him is to die a Jonathan Swift death without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the inscrutable hearts verity of him, his gentleness and love for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and learn, to maintain his beloved garden of blush wine he has spent ages growing in the Academy grounds. Charity sees in his mind and soul the material him, the real premier tempest Dragon she now fully loves heart, body and soul.

She senses the Lapplander from him, and the two grow more and to a greater extent with one another ; mind and somebody merging in love and communion, until the two blazes with the flame of a sun being born. The ultimate sexual union of two telepaths has happened :

"When soul knows psyche, as kin knows kin, so the two merge to become one"both of them declare to one another"we will be together forever my love ; one mind and one soul between two physical structure. stark with one another."


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Charity feels his hands begin to research along the sensuous curves and flowing lines of her body, touching here and there in ready ribbing and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible sensation imaginable from her consistence, sending her into fits of bliss beyond the welkin themselves. When he reaches the small of her back, she feels the aristocratical traffic circle of both palm tree on her tegument, causing an quickening of her breath that builds to mewling, calling and screaming delight of ecstatic walking on air and passionate force play that collapse and menses, surge and ebb, peak and flop one upon another after another.

Stretching upwards while her headland arches back, eyes half open and languid, Charity takes in the smiling love of her love prime minister Storm firedrake. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasure her in ways only the two of them can share.

The dance of his hands has accomplished their conjuration too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and solemnization with her beloved. With an ear-shattering howler of delight, which wracks her consistence, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae hits her release, collapsing against Chancellor Storm Draco as her lungs burn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her drumhead gently upon his shoulder.

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

bandage gazes on the chancellor as he gently takes Greek valerian into his weaponry and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a pair of blanket and tucks her in for the night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind connection of Jacob's ladder seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and pick up with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the petty known things of those who have magic of the psyche is they can use them asleep or awake.

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

eyepatch sees the loving smile Chancellor violent storm Draco means for his new mate Charity, and knows that their Julian Bond is of the soul and the heart. Content, the short flying lizard settles back among the document on the desk ; his coloration shifting to blend in so totally with the background signal he can not be spotted by deadly eye. Patches last sight before his optic closed is to see Chancellor violent storm dragon shape-change into a flying dragon, a miniature variant of the form he assumed a few days before against the demon prince.

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

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

So it is that for brotherly love another chaotic tale comes to an end ; she began searching for a special nightie 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 font of ultimate danger, and unforced to sacrifice all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her recollective centuries of liveliness to come in, she will always come back this holiday as a vacation to remember.



( fin )