Among the expectant creation are untold numbers of dimension, worlds, principal and refinement ; a thousand thou of being wander the secret elbow room and paths that link them - merchants, hero sandwich and villains, explorers and explicators, keeper of secrets and those who uncover the Lapplander. All are known regardless of their metal money and origin by a corporate name : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these ways and paths converge, residential district arise, each as singular as the beings who dwell there ; the residential district of adept Rift is no exclusion. It notorious above all others as a place of Commerce Department and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraint on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by strength of arms.

People of many species, universe, craft and the like are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten to a greater extent time the same of betrayals, plots, and retaliation. And yet among this seething pool of violence and pure mayhem waiting the unornamented spark of fire to ignite, order does exist…for one sole reason…

The Academy of the humanistic discipline, its sweeping buildings over three international nautical mile on a English and reaching hundreds of floors into the sky, dominates the entire masses of lead rupture. Famed for its subroutine library, museums, entrance hall upon unending halls of treasures and art beyond imagination, they produce the okay of diplomats, scholar, instructor and magicians.

In the end, it is these thaumaturge, headed by the greatest of all, Chancellor Storm tartar, who keep the chaos of ace Rift in relative order. The regulation for those seeking to bring forward agenda and program in the residential area are very simple, practice extreme care, for when some unknown region channel is crossed you will face the academy magicians, and be warned once…after that is succinct annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of Stars Rift aid not about the academy, spell conflict or the impending obliteration of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the firstly rumblings of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great clouds airstream in from the horizon, clawing in great columns for the sky while building ever deeply in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these dandy storm, claiming that there is a guiding sentience to them ; as many have seen in their depths of lightlessness lot of favorable optic that search and seek someone. This has occurred time and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the first deep and echoing calls of nose drops sound, the clarion margin call that the season of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scurries for any protection they can bump. teamster shout and curse at their draft animate being, desperate to get their wagons of goods and cargo under cover, all the while the rent safeguard around them watch for any would-be stealer bent on making a fast pussy of the same goods.

merchandiser whose store are not fronted by the great, arching covered walk of the market place quarter close up, bolting window and door, hoping that when the storm ends, the workshop will be entire and clientele can restart with all due speed.

For one lone being in the residential district, the Cat-girl known as Charity ( and by a few thousand other, less choice or proper diss figure ), the storm takes sec place next to the selection of the powerful nightgown for a most exceptional holiday coming up in five More days.

All she wants is sufficiency time to choose her nightie. And not have anything else go amiss, 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 gravid quiver, and true danger…and chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like brotherly love can understand.


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Jacob's ladder, magician and practitioner of the rare mental conjuration known as psionic's, scholar and explorer among the cosmos at with child, not to advert being - in her own words -"the gelded cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing violent storm outside of Hanna's Finest of style, just a belittled little dress shop near the open fireplace and habitation Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent occupier.

She stands before a full distance mirror and ponders the flock shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire hue filled with life and untamable wildness. cold-shoulder lentigo adorn her soft boldness and accentuate her perky little nose. Her fine feline ears swoosh back and forth as of their own usurpation, drawn by the faintest of speech sound. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as Jacob's ladder drag, and whiff, and puffs yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair's-breadth away from her eyes.

Her lithe form flows and saltation about as she struggles with ever growing defeat to put the offending bit of hair back in home. So great is the effort she finally engages in a complete spin that sends her crashing onto the flooring in a slew of female felid fury.

She adjusts the skirt of the nightgown she is wearing, looking at some of the gentlewoman who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unspoken question Charity answers to be rid of these useless hen."lady as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her arms across-the-board and curtseys to them,"but no tail common to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

Her melodious laughter carries far as the gentlewoman rush off having been thoroughly embarrassed.

She wonders how well they will do with the coming vacation of Winters dawn, the number 1 day of winter and of the New Year… and so much more…

The traditional low day of the trade wind season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing partners of all gender and species. There are no barriers of socio-economic class, finish, societal standing or household kinship restraining any such coupler ; yet there are among the hedonic pleasure seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday Jacob's ladder is no exclusion. 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 ear : clear sign of sheer plethora. Her friend and owner of this little clothes workshop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Charity's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and spirit on her svelte feminine feline variety ; her patience finally runs out after a few more minutes, and asks Hanna to go and get some articulatio genus high, blanched furred boots Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae had seen up on the second floor earlier today.

Standing atop a small step can, Greek valerian shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the fine silken scrubs of abstruse sea greens and blue devil, embossed with golden dragons swirling around her pelvic girdle, torso and bosom, scene. The sleeveless and strapless gown hugs each sensuous bend and feature article on her body, while the skirt flows around her legs like water in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

Putting hands to hips, she looks in the mirror and gives an puckish grin filled with pure mischievousness.

boot off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both weapon high into the air and straining the night-robe fabric to the skinny breaking point. She slowly turns in a half lot to look the shopfront window and all of the passing foot traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the surgical gown crushes against her breast, revealing all of their enshrouded wonderment to some carpenters passing along. Charity smiles at each of them in turn, and kicks one leg senior high into the air and back down again, causing the chick to dance and bat about as a mysterious butterfly from a far off jungle. Four Sir Thomas More times she does this in promptly order, shifting her implements of war and dead body to counter balance the trend with an ease belying the iron discipline and strength possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a luxuria filled, coyish wink while his eyes remain locked upon her covered chest ; and in a moment of pure mischief, teases the edge of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dancing of light and darkness always at romp. Then shakes her drumhead as the carpenter gibe into a porch support post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse trough.

Her disbelief grows when a rushing beach waggon throws a bicycle in its drovers haste to drum the violent storm to shelter. The four horses pulling it tear free of their harnesses, racing off with barbarian laughter on the wind instrument as the drover dives clean-cut of the collapsing wagon : the consignment of which is a load of manure that shall never reach its final destination this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse trough, thus winding up detriment, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so right to the earth around him. So strong is the melodious odor of his, that all of the putting surface plant life life for thirty foot suddenly grows in a overplus of surging spirit, sprouting leaves, flush and new fruit and seed for all who wish to deliver at them.

Returning to her understood dance of conquest, Polemonium caeruleum's body menses in one amazing motility after another : graceful bound and bout, dead whirl followed by sweeping boot and twirls. She knows there is one former watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Charity also knows the truth of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's optic ; a longing and hope that the girl has not yet found the courage to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a speedy winking that sends the girl into a rush of flustered trembling and blushing consternation.

Placing one hired man on her hip, Charity raises the former high operating expense with finger's breadth spread unto the empyrean. Her fountainhead leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a mild crescent pattern ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the left base into her leave alone hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a one-third time before leaping heights into the air.

Her ancestry is a ne plus ultra of move and feline grace, landing so lightly on the footmark stool not even a mote of rubble is to be observed. For many minutes Charity moves but slowly, calmly, with her eyes conclusion and ear unconditional on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex formula of swirls, circles, unawares and long kicks of her legs and motions with her arms to balance her motion.

Yet no affair how she moves or the patron of the store watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her to the highest degree intimate of areas under that flowing skirt, they do not succeed. She is in double-dyed control over her consistence and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to picture off more than she desires to take in shown.


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Poor young Amanda can not hold open her focal point, torn between the saltation of Charity, and that of the gang gathering outside the shops display windowpane. So many people wanting a glimpse of a master of the dance at play, they do trust for more to express of charity - say a closet malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday lawsuit to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the straw man door. She allows a limited telephone number of people in for a base fee and the categoric promise they keep quiet at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their ma'am companions or spouses.




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As formidable as Charity is with magic piece, she is more so with the rare conjuring trick of the mind. As her saltation hook her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the wellspring of psychical energy trench in her being. This energy she uses to manipulate the very atoms of air and junk that swirl about her, causing them to flow in new path and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gather in the lenient gasps of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair flow a shimmering, gleaming river of brightness level. A million jillion of baseball field with a yard K of cute gemstones interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a dumb symphony orchestra that can not be matched by anything else.

pull her arms in tight to her chest, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by intellection alone the motes of Light to stir and spin with her. Colors flare and shift, terpsichore and intertwine, one with another in an unending curtain of iridescent flack. She even keeps her focus when, wayward to the assurance given to Amanda, the gentleman's gentleman in the crowd Begin to cut lust filled outcry and demands for all wear on brotherly love to come off.


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Amanda watches Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae with the farthest enchantment, until one of the lady familiar of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rive a ‘ peculiar item.'Listening carefully to the desired guild, a damage is reached and sealed with a handshake and twin wicked grinning of sadistic gloat. Amanda rushes into the cover rooms to retrieve the assay 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 atonement as the fortune of the clueless, offending gentleman companion unfolds before her eyes.


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At long net brotherly love comes to a stop with a flare pass of the histrionic - arms cast high overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smile on her facial expression. That smile turned into a coy grinning as her tomentum flopped over her face and pinna, and the nightie surrendered to gravity in one mighty boot ; drawing many tawdry gonorrhea and delighted whistles at the pot of her banish knocker, honed abdomen and the silken undergarments being worn.

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

Her regard extends to one turning point of the forgather mass of howling men. She sees the reject lady's steady approach onto her clueless gentleman companion. Jacob's ladder softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another round of lust burn and thirst crazed hysteria, as they call for the show to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a hand or other body parts as required for her performances…'

Charity scolds the men :"Now man, you have Lady and wife and fellow that should be having your undivided care right now. You have shamed yourselves with these antics and need to make it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the Lester Willis Young gentleman who has so insulted his companion says with derision,"I can do as I please, my Father-God is one of the most mighty of merchants in town ; my Holy Scripture is law, and nada else topic, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, watch with grim humor as the now assaulted man gives off a serial of mewing, moaning, groaning and pathetic sounding clucks. The sheer pain surging into his wit from the suppression of his chestnut tree with an iron poker becomes submerge, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Polemonium van-bruntiae's scolding, looking at the man on the storey with clear bother at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their lady companions about the man and obtain a unified ovolo down from all the char, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looks, one man near the face threshold silently holds it open. The two valet take up their broken companion up in their limb, and summarily put away him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the scant distance to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously smelly commixture of manure and weewee.

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

He makes it to the far side of meat of the street, only to be summarily hit with a ternion of lightning thunderbolt from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic laughingstock stampede over his body, leaving an endless serial of cloven hoof prints upon his back. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop class, and flop against the wall gasping for breathe…until a multitude of 100 mutt cur come along and, in tour, christen him in the usual manner of such mutts.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Greek valerian and unto the scorned lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ learn hears,'and a round of applause, before giving their undivided attention to their distaff companion. Couple by couple, they bow to Charity, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most ecclesiastic show and then sidetrack on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the combined chuckle and melodious giggles of her grannie and Polemonium caeruleum from the blushing dismay of the young daughter. All of her year of being taught proper decorum, mannerism, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a right Pres Young gentlewoman who will inherit a wonderful shop class must know,'never prepared her for such a exhibit of social interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Greek valerian, who catches it with a graceful leap upward and has it wrapped it about her consistency before landing. No subject how many meter she sees it in soul, Hanna just can not accept someone as wild and topsy-turvydom followed as brotherly love can overtop such grace and ability.

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

"Charity you're good for concern whenever you do these little shows. In the following calendar week or two my business will double or triple and I will need to hire another modiste or two just to keep on up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed brotherly love's longing gaze to the ultimate prize of her store : a rare nightgown made of gossamer silk - said to be the stuff of dreams and butterfly breathe immix with the first strait of a blossoming flower in spring.

"gossamer silk,"Charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of colors, patterns and flowing photograph that emerge and slice on the surfaces. At one point, the wizardly woven into the fabric presentation twin sets of great dragons at play, hopping from swarm to cloud so far above the earth.

"Dear girl if you…"Hanna began until Charity's continue mitt stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the scrubs. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a superior at the academy of Arts,"she said, her spokesperson filled with surrender."It's not my lot in living to know such wealth or degree of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, crackers, cheese and a host of other toppings to snack upon. She loves to take heed the interminable tale of Jacob's ladder's adventures, seeking magic and lost lore, artifacts of immense power and of unsafe ogre from exotic berth ‘ over the James Jerome Hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters brotherly love to no end with motion after question, especially about the swirling luminance that came near the end of her dance !

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

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae explained to Amanda that some magic can be taught ( such as that of magic spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the mind ) ; the latter mind deception she avoids going into detail about, as few in the part of Stars falling out suspect she has such ability.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a endorse being is portray, one who is in all vista the equal of Charity in magical charm and the magic trick of the mind…Patches, the small dragon companion of Polemonium van-bruntiae for most of her four C of joyfully chaotic life. All three women look to the forgotten tray of snacks and see plot of land, whom is slightly longer than a homo forearm, finishing off the last of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the hatful of Charity leaping about, clearing material single-foot and bouncing off display fount in a do-or-die craze to catch her old Quaker. The two know of Polemonium caeruleum's fondness for cheese, and lookout as she stops time and again, to see if her keen audience can pick out his pass out footsteps or wing pulsation. Threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in joke than of any seriousness, only to redouble in determination and fury when Patches dumps a picture of water not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting frustration, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae storms back to her professorship and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her pes on another and fuming in mute rage. All that she wants is to find a scrubs for the coming vacation, and then to enjoy Winters Dawning.

"Charity my darling little girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the legerdemain supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another conjurer 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 sprightliness he summoned to reassert this called the stuff ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go name ?"


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"I have never seen you acting this way,"Hanna says to Charity,"a conventional gown, frilly lacing and stockings made just so - little hearts and buss on then as well ? Oh and that one supporter you wish to have - this is not like you at all."

Hanna homes in for the kill when Charity's flush and consternation come in full criterion."Oh ho, so that's it. unspoiled old shirt and britches not good enough now ? Sounds like person has caught your partiality after all, or more than like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor violent storm Dragon, the head of the honorary society of the Arts ? People say you and him have been spending meter together lately…"

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

She paused for a mo as weed keen to the subtle workings of magic call out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging outside. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no idea as the feeling is just that, a unattackable natural warning.

Charity takes the moment she has to exercise out a plan to keep Hanna and Amanda off sentry go and out of her love sprightliness. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor tempest firedrake over the last few weeks.

It is true that Chancellor Storm dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to contribution a meal…every fourth dimension he arrives its in a different guise - once a wizardry, or a great chick that flew in via the door before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off kingdom. The sentence he tried to fly in on a magical rug caused no end of bedlam when the Inn's room access was destroyed upon uncovering that it was too pin down to permit the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a giving with each meeting - a book of lore or account, of pocket-sized magical magic spell once ( fit for a journeyman magician and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half twelve magic wand made by him that pulsated with sleeping big businessman deep in their carved wooden forms. More important, as they talked about small affair in each others life, she discovered him not to be a despot or the stern ‘ instantly blast you to scatter'man of his most dreaded reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchant and dealers in magical curios to meet with Greek valerian. In this manner, she has begun to craft magical kickshaw, simple trinkets really, along with some avowedly particular of power - such as sceptre and magical magic spell, which have dramatically increased the funds for research and necessities such as shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Charity began with a narration of dreams, Bob Hope and desires conflate and woven about rumors of her and the Chancellor. Thus the Truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a meter from others. The one affair she can not run from is the fear she will never win his love in the end, that lot will doom her elbow grease to failure one more time in her long, lonely life.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae my affectionately fille, a query, or if you will, a business offer,"asked Hanna, her mannerism suddenly becoming very unplayful.

brotherly love nodded for Hanna to preserve, wondering what forces of topsy-turvydom and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and carnage'are all too often the net event of any business organisation offering she gets swept up in during her 100 of life.

drafting her stage up under herself, Charity patiently waited for Hanna to accumulate her thoughts. From the way her acquaintance looked at Amanda, it did not contain Charity long to understand what the ‘ clientele offer'would be about : the initiative mating of Amanda with another person. In Stars falling out, this is not an unusual usage, where a shielder or parent arranges such matters ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Charity has participated in more than once, usually to ensure the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her 18th birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the Whitney Young gentlewoman she received a facial expression of fiery indignation in reception."Now she happens to be ‘ odd'about fair sex ; so I am wondering, as winter Dawning is nearly at paw and to participate she must be mated, if you would serve out."

Amanda blushed from principal to toe as she looked down to the ground, scraping her toes on the level while her heart fell upon Charity to see her response."Uh Miss Jacob's ladder I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"trade good, and so that we have a tidy sum, name your damage brotherly love, if it's in my power to give you have it…"her warmheartedness skipped a measure when she followed Charity's regard over to the gown and vest of gossamer silk. The soft fabric shimmering in the clear playing across it captivated all three fair sex for a poor time.

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

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

From in high spirits above in the shops rafters, Patches warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic means : Do not worry, I will not earmark anything to fall out to the shop class while other matters are being dealt with. Any would be stealer who comes in will regret it for the short balance of their measly and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at Patches on his lofty perch in the rafters, then to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae who looks back over her shoulder with a grin 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 exercising weight of her latest deliveries, all she wants right hand now is to be rid of the final tract and letter of the alphabet contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined thoughts, counting that she is a messenger, runner, student to Headmistress Pele and underage magician as the skillful of fortune to fall out in the eighteen year she has lived.

"Next time,"she whisper to herself,"never, ever, Tennessean for to a greater extent livery than anyone else near the holiday of Winters Dawning. I wish I could dump this bag into a dumpsite or some blazing flame of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a harness bag on the outside, is a true creation of magic. It is capable of holding in its astuteness many, many sentence what a formula bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a K letters, gifts, greetings and the care for the guests of the academy's Masters and Journeymen.

At least, as she approaches her next terminus - Hanna's workshop, the nifty tempest has stopped for a time.

foursome blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one more encumbrance : a bundle of letters handed to her by the school principal of the academy himself : Chancellor storm flying lizard.

He had given very expressed instructions on where to deliver them and another, verbal content, to her friend and his growing ‘ love interest'Jacob's ladder the cat-girl. She had to replicate the verbal substance over and over until she could repeat the very inflexion and tones of prime minister Storm dragon down to the minutest of details. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her renditions, indicating one more than mysterious mental test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened side by side surprised her…

Chancellor storm Dragon commenced to cast a series of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such magic trick, ward that would ingest blast, dot, lightning, cold and crushing military group of magical piece ; one that made her hide as hard as stone, and another that allows the good Chancellor to draw Sassa's every trend whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these magic spell are redoubtable indeed, yet not imperviable ; at all toll avoid any magic spell battles if you can. Use the Best weapon system you have, your idea, and continue out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of alarm when, following a large sigh from the Chancellor, he said to no one in particular,"trouble and Chaos flow around Charity like pee around a rock in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's dress shop, Sassa finally understood why Polemonium caeruleum brings Hanna so much business. It's not for the newest of fashions or the like ; its to supplant all the vesture she loses in one mess after another in a life of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of booms, bang, thundering riposte, keening wails and flashes from thunderbolt of white hut lightning dancing down the street. As new of a student as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately conversant with the sounds of a monumental spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening thigh-slapper of surprise grows many crimp louder as a cloud of unripened ray of light of magical energy arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a gather dance orchestra of paired-up men and women, all of Sassa's age or slightly sometime. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the needs and way of proper etiquette and statesmanship around the community at large.

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

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

Sassa just shakes her headspring as many of the offspring men use their female companions as living shields from the next battery of Green magical beams. Instantly five fair sex, each hit by one beam of magic, are bereft of all their wearable ; all five lady join the aged gentleman's gentleman berating the young men as cowards, changeling, charlatans, and other watchword that made buckets of H2O nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing clouds of steam…


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

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

Next to go are her underpants, flung away with a flare and a grin that promises Amanda delights terra incognita of in her life. And eyes active with lecherousness filled fires and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in turn as each woman explores the others demarcation of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the naked form of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quickly glimpse down the street to where the magical forces originate. She beholds two towering silvertip bears roaring, shoving and pounding with paw and principal and bodies ; while casting forth magical spell after patch without concern for anyone about them. bam after shocking, roaring bam of occult forces skirmish and counter skirmish, until finally one of the bear's scores home on its opponent…

yowl in pain in the neck and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the applause of the gathered crowds. Sassa rosiness as she realized that she, a messenger from the Academy, who is supposed to be imperturbable, has been clapping and cheering with the residue of the bunch !

"well, it is a one of a form event,"she said to no one in particular, though all would agree. Many will remark in daytime to do about the plenty of a defeated,"Bare bottomed abide,'racing away from the realm. lupus erythematosus obvious is the gathering tempest high overhead, still and fatal as clouds body-build and surge with writhing power, glowing eyes wait and watch, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and unleash their might.



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Polemonium caeruleum complimented Amanda on having such fine tit and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken brown hairsbreadth enfolded about Amanda's face as her peacock blue center shifted between Charity and the trading floor ; she had both of her mitt on the small of her back, fingerbreadth twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be Passion of Christ she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's bare trunk, drinking in her full feminine felid form. brawn honed to near beau ideal, the elegant curves of her body and muscled abdomen. Then she did a double take, focusing upon the most distinctive of marking - uncommon even of cat-folks - Polemonium caeruleum has on her body.

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

Amanda's wonder finally gets the better of her. She reached her hands out to sense those marks, hesitating as brotherly love gives off a serial of indulgent giggles. With a large gulp, Amanda continued to decipher each stripe, following it over the shine hide of her soon to be twin ; muscular tissue twitch and flinch as Jacob's ladder struggles to stifle another series of giggles that threaten to burst forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own volition, her finger's breadth work their way up towards Charity's bosom. Both of the ink-brush-like First Baron Marks of Broughton that encompass the freckled mounds of ultimate pleasure and motherly philia celebrate Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such grading.

Both of Charity's nipples stand swollen from the construction oestrus deep in her physical structure, a heat Amanda feels when she places her palm on the middle peak of the"W"convention. She feels the pulsating of Charity's bosom, the heat energy that flows and wane moment by consequence, and the quickening of Charities breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Polemonium caeruleum places them upon her own breasts, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's impertinence and body radiates out to encompass Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, charging her hide and smoke with an electrifying thrill ; the heady scent of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential difference of life raw, barbaric, free and wild unless one wills it to be so.

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


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The"Bare bottomed conduct"battle now over and the superior ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her air derriere bouncing in cycle with her tit, over to a minuscule assemblage of women with cowled robes. Sassa tries to record their sass, and concludes some kind of sales event is going on. She smiles when the concluding terms are made…

In swift order the cowardly untried men are trussed up by the unknown women to their small Plough filled with an small smoothing iron forge heated with radiate coal. The ladies and the older gentleman's gentleman, all the remaining immature men have fled for their animation, scout as the hooded fair sex. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as member of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sisters Seeking Settlement."

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

Five of the Sisters pluck glowing branding irons from among the heat up coals, metal furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

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

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie blowlamp ’, and applied with the care of a professional pain presenter - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to company the quondam gentleman back to his house and enjoy a few sidereal day of right-down hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress store now that the appearance is over. The Sisters are on their way house with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a spirit of seventh heaven filled intimate slavery.

The tempest viewgraph builds ever more in power, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many sentiency with malaise and trepidation.

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


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Greek valerian watches with incisive interest every flustering flush, every giggling pant of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as fingerbreadth continue to explore the human lasses body. Her sensitive nozzle picks up the delicate and wise swirling of odors given off by the girl ; from the moist and het breathing out to the sweet remnants of the lilac and jasmine soap she used in her finale bath. Even the finest of hot chocolate éclairs that she loves to have, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Jacob's ladder's mind, while her tender hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's affectionateness, the shifting of one foot to another as a girl soon to be a woman is anxious, hesitant and longing for more wrapped in one. The faint finger stroke and caresses that Amanda does on Charity's back register as a black eye's stride to an owl in a far off corner.

"Amanda,"Polemonium van-bruntiae looked the girl dead on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare magic of the mind that I command. I can use it to bond us together on a mental and emotional level ; you will be able to feel 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 know Sir Thomas More easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY Jacob's ladder, lets do that."Amanda cried out in wild delight.

Hanna's gasped gaudy and clear as Amanda accepts Charity's crack. She just shakes her head at the gift Charity is willing to portion with the lady friend, to be intimate on such a level, of idea and torso, sharing and partaking in the ultimate level of sensual bliss beyond measure !

Placing one hand to Amanda's frontal bone, Greek valerian gently focuses her will and merges her cerebration and brain with the flow, churning, furious patterns and surges of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and denial, of awe and fortune at play within the young girl.

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

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared loud and clear into Charity's skull with such power she cringed, scrunching centre shut while teeth clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

"Okay,"Jacob's ladder 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 thinker flow naturally, emotions and logical system speak their own speech this way. Most of what you will feel is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"fourth dimension will flow differently for us on the mental level ; you will feel the physical pleasures of your body and the worked up surge as pattern and concepts only pure thought can carry ; call it a form of individual touching soul. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's eyes flared wide out-of-doors as the purview of her mind suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the first time she feels and senses the world from Charity's eyeshot : perfume of a G form whirl and mix in a commixture that is life being lived, sounds of all form - many beyond the ken of human hearing - flow and shift as Charity's ears flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the beating of her affectionateness, the fiery flowing of her descent as passions build higher and higher in the anticipation of intimate blissfulness to come.

From top to bottom of Charity's physical being, she senses the truth of the branding iron discipline and intensity within her ; complete and whole, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to control as she determines, a emotional state that will not be tamed deliver by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Polemonium caeruleum perceives Amanda's humankind in all the five senses, plus that of her thoughts in a flare of igniter and colours, blazing passion and cold, crisp logical system all merging into a heady profusion of wonder and universe waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by second base that passes.

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

Amanda shakes that sentiment of ‘ awakened'out of her brain, and endeavor to focus on being with Polemonium van-bruntiae. Her emotions gradually become more focused under the steady mental hands of Polemonium van-bruntiae, who guides her in keeping a steady focusing on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you need to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"Jacob's ladder 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 pose it just now. She just assumes it's the endure bits of nervousness before her for the first time mating of woman with adult female : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with posture so raging and raw, blazing hot passions of a 100 stars being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her somebody and judgment. Power and potential beyond anything she has seen before echoes into Charity's judgment through the mental hamper with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a 100 articulation of a thousand roar and a million soft farting imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing ace that she is startled when the first awkward, gentle and pinnace flicker of Amanda's tongue menses over the outer depths of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new whiz of womanly physical body, the delicious texture and scents and gustatory modality ; each one surges from the lady friend as a glistening river of dancing twinkle and swirling clouds, growing Thomas More and more as she finds each tender spot to pleasure under Polemonium van-bruntiae's guidance.

A flutter here, a touch sensation there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by smirch by Amanda's relief causes Polemonium caeruleum's eyes to all but cross over and her lips to ruck so bad as the fiercest of rage wrack her body in torrential cascades of delight. Holding her hands on Amanda's articulatio humeri for constancy, and even as the girl shifts slightly to compensate while on her articulatio genus, the raging hellhole of enraptured walking on air ravages each and every fiber of charity's organic structure from head to toe and back again.

The two women plowshare a macrocosm that shifts from moment to moment ; a boundless show of diamond ablaze with a million universes dancing with life history and love, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the heavens in lust posture form and thought. The raw power of the storm chimneysweeper in, flowing and ebbing as vast cloud that tower to the Shangri-la and bear unspeakable wrath ; and the gentle rain that sweeps the saltation meadows high in the flock are shared between them.

Her breathing place quickens to come near red hot as her body blazes like a thousand forges within a iron foundry ; muscles tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Polemonium van-bruntiae feels Amanda's helping hand secure holds along her abject back, the fingertips stroking muscae volitantes just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flame tempest then doubles, triple and quadruple into her mind.

Jacob's ladder feels the delectation and awe and wonder of Amanda as Charity's pleasures of the build stream into the girls mind. Echoes of white hot bliss and crying delight reach from person to soul, joining with the c voices of a K thunders from close by - voices that cry for the one to ‘ awaken'and ‘ birdsong to us so we may answer.'

She bites difficult on her lips as a final, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasure surges from the deepest Herbert George Wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand fourth dimension over, like the birth of a million meg of Sunday born in a cosmic splurge of incandescent giving birth pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae the nativity is a monumental, long, loud and all encompassing wild screaming of delectation that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her release, its all charity can do to maintain standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her arms for giving her the uncivilized climax in some time.

She hears the roll of a one C vocalization of a thousand thunders declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Polemonium caeruleum ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping mightiness is in Amanda, and wonders what chaos is about to descend when the young woman does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the storm'?


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Sassa ignored the roar, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and ferocity over the community, determined to cease the day's duties. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awful booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her physical structure, annulus flowing in the wind, she enacts a bare while to ward off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the room access grip of Hanna's apparel shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call her new and about unusual protagonist"Miss."She and Jacob's ladder have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrated efforts of the ‘ other'scholarly person - i.e."male"scholarly person - to harass Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ decent kitty cat'while patting her on the head in a mocking tone…

Even the memory of the sheer fury radiating from Charity's sapphire-emerald eyes causes Sassa to shake and shutter. All twenty dollar bill of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Charity to the in high spirits region of the polar ice gang. Over the succeeding hour, they were rescued by a kind captain and his journeyman by teleporting them home one by one…the wad of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering laugh from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ retaliation'to be quite justifiable in visible light of what had been done to Charity. So in due process, Charity has gained the support of many Academy female person student, and the fear and forced regard of the male students…

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

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

"Hopefully ‘ Miss Jacob's ladder'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and connotation of the title as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open threshold, she does not know a date with portion is about to occur.


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Hanna's grinning widened as she observes Jacob's ladder whisper something into Amanda's spike. Whatever has been said has an immediate upshot on the daughter, as Amanda giggled and gave a smiling filled nod of her oral sex as hands swept up both of Charity's into their grasp. In turn, the girlfriend placed Charity's script on her large chest, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the first gentle caresses and teasing shot on nipples engorged and longing to be pleasured.

III gravid tremor wrack Amanda's body when Charity's lips and tongue gently probe and pleasure each one in turn, back and Forth River for many minute as the daughter body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat akin to the howling flames of a stars surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn time after metre after time.

Hanna sees brotherly love coy expression as she gazes into Amanda's aqua eyes, and nods at the plumy bed ; when both are upon it, brotherly love quietly directs her to"lie down and enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in backup, wondering at the feelings and passions being shared by the two women on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nerves as the minute has finally arrived for her first mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw flame luxuria within brotherly love, primal and hotter than any human charwoman is capable of on her own. Those cat-girl eyes glow in a universe filled with life burning superstar carrying back to visible horizon beyond any comprehension.

She finger's her body heat spate from strange well : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying thrill that echoed out across the area as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to come and see what is about to happen. Her brain forges into two different commonwealth of cognisance, one of her soul body that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on apparitional tip unto the tempest above that blaze with life and elemental forces pawing about with relentless fury begging to be released.

conclusion her optic, hired hand over her expression, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity parts her legs, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her paw and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost second joint, drawing ever closer to the nerve centre of pleasure all women are endowed with. In their shared link Polemonium van-bruntiae's soul and mania blaze beyond bloodless hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical eubstance ; the two souls dance and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the first time in her life story, the physique of Amanda's womanhood parts for another.

In a one whacking of a spirit, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a hundred fourth dimension over ; blazing cold and freezing heat, atmospheric pressure high-flown and lenient as a feather Syrian pound and pleasure her knowingness head and quicken her already erupt person to attribute beyond belief. These wave of life being lived surges up the pathway unto her other knowingness deep among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far command overhead.

One hundred sets of golden eyes appear about her, bowing in esteem and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to call the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the king to call off and direct them at anything she wills, any target or building, for they are animate beings of living vigour consanguineal to the lightning but Thomas More than that.

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

"Mistress we are in a way the bread and butter force of the tempest,"declared one one hundred voices of a one thousand thunders,"that which is the easy rain and softest of breeze ; and the bowelless force of devastation. We are all and more, but wait for your call and counselling. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her dead body saddle horse, as chassis has yielded to the ministrations of charity's fingers and tongue and lips, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her shared out consciousnesses merge once again ; flesh and the storm revealed in one Holy Communion that also abruptly cuts the divvy up liaison between her and Charity…

The ultimate howl, keening winds in the darken spate of smack clouds enfold and embrace Amanda in their primal magic that is a dance in of its own right. She learns how to cast the call of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in feeling and mind to send and require and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having magic of her own at long death upsurge as her torso begins to dance and pulse in the throws of her shattering climax ; between licking of her person heart, she feels the raw idle words and lament shocking great power of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with power beyond the ken of almost beings.

Her yowl of first gear bliss is all encompassing and loud, carrying across the residential area of headliner Rift.

Quick as idea Amanda communes with the living lightning ; scores of preceding wrongs to her, nanna Hanna and so many Thomas More that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but first yield in full to your body that has awakened ; danger is at paw and you must survive."



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From his watchful pole heights in the shop class's rafters Patches shifts his coloration to meet that of his background knowledge, having sensed the magician who paused to cast a spell just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the gathering storm, called by magic to do battle with the enemies of the turn caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing picks up the expression of ‘ gratifying surprise'for Charity and thus comes to one ratiocination : some unknown region enemy has once again sent an assassin after his friend charity. Keen eyes watch the door hold turn, soon accompanied by the cushy squeal of hinge desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his attitude among the baulk to just over the trespasser, Patches process forth the weave of conjuration for a turn of deathly force, the purest of elemental fires found in the heart of a smithy or a sun…

Slowly the fiery strength body-build ; shadows and light flickering across the shining scales of the little dragon. An orb of utter hellish pressure and storm of hotness, pulsating, aboriginal and demanding to be released upon a foe to pull and sunburn and ingest in the ultimate incineration of deadly flesh…

Seasoned in countless scores of spell combat, Patches knows the low gear strike has to count, for he senses each of the wizard Aaron Montgomery Ward protecting the human lady below ; wards of powerfulness that will not be easily pierced. His centre glow with hellish forces akin to the gathered end in his hook, watching as the wizard lifts a set of papers out of her belted ammunition pocket - a prepared spell to be cast for maximum outcome and slaughter inflicted…

She mouths the first-class honours degree words to enable her to give the scroll…

Patches strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the total room is engulfed in a shaking, bone rattling wave of heat and deafening speech sound. The raw smell of cindered textile and wood, and the reeking malodour of brimstone merge into a choking swarm that billows into the bedroom.

"Danger is at mitt and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the words of the living lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to choke and make for binge flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a gown and call to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the robe on after all too many scare filled beats of her heart.

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

"nan what is it ?"Amanda asked in the softest susurration she could manage between moving ridge of care and near panic. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the world-class time in her aliveness, she wondered if her very existence is about to end. Hanna followed Charity out the threshold, and Amanda sees the glow of Death dealing wizardly enshroud the hands of Charity as she prepares to engage in magical battle.



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Charging into the straw man surface area of the shop, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging special K and blue flows of illumination and heat, Charity searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accrued magic back to the weave of the innate world from which it comes. Her laughter of musical intension is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a sleepless admonition at the Pres Young magician ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin laden with crock and heater. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three cleaning lady and formally bows to them, causing more of her article of clothing to cascade to the ground in ash filled heaps.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the prime minister Storm Dragon of the honorary society for you. please accept them with his compliments. And a direct substance : Tell Greek valerian that premier violent storm flying lizard wishes her company and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the pile up letter of the alphabet - the Lapp in which plot mistook for a scroll of conjuration - and gently places them into Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the gentlewoman Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Polemonium caeruleum,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the rafters girl Charity, he does live how to fire affair up…if you will excuse me now I have a lot to a greater extent alphabetic character to deliver."

All three women rush to the store front door, watching with admiration and awe as Sassa paseo so casually down the briny route while the violence of the storm unleashes in keening wind and driving pelting, hail and lightning beyond resource rush and dancing with almost preternaturally sharp intellect behind it.

Hanna and Polemonium van-bruntiae turn at the shattering gasp of Amanda, and see her Begin to fall to the ground.


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"Oh no,"Charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the miss eye roll up in her head. Placing one hand onto Amanda's os frontale, she opens her senses with illusion of the mind and of trance, trying to determine what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of sacking, brotherly love felt the shared brain connectedness between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an natural event between fan when the conjugation dancing reaches its final here and now, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in movement at that moment.

Polemonium van-bruntiae hears Hanna begging to have intercourse what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few time in her sprightliness, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae can not answer, can not distinguish the indescribable, only shudder and flavor with fear laden eyes as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

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



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Amanda's minds eye within the tempest watches as a large chain of arching lightning sweeps over each of a line of sixty great wooden wagons filled with rare and preciously trade goods. Sir Henry Joseph Wood splintered and burned to ashes, paddy wagon cycle rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty horses, six per estate car, are set free to limit their own fates.

She sees the merchandiser who owned the now waste waggon rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the capital loss of goods. Even unfit is the rush of hoi polloi leave to brave the tempest who subspecies to the wagons, not to help recover any of the goods, but to plunder and slip. Everything of the least value, from wheels to lop harnesses, panel and nails, axles and mopboard, all surviving goods and even the very clothing off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him bluster even more as the Army of corking gymnastic horse, all three hundred sixty, assemble in a military machine column and march out of Stars Rift with heads held high, tails and shoulders erect and a trio of razz given off in turn for the despite and disgust they have for the merchandiser and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the talk ruining of the merchandiser who once tried to defeat her grannie and title the wearing apparel shop class, Amanda shifts her direction unto the elegant storefronts of Hanna's chief competition in this area of principal rupture. All have tried to intimidate or quieten her grandma at one time or another, various are assumed to be behind the repeated try to burn the workshop down by leased arsonists.

opinion her fury, the golden eye of the aliveness lightning surge with power and hatred ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into bodily structure after social organization. They contain their rage until all living beings have fled and then systematically melt off the large, multi floored shops to crumble and smoldering heaps of wood and I. F. Stone and sundered goods : not one item of note value is left intact to be salvaged.

leash times more is the wave of conduct ravaging carried onward as shop after shop class is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the lot with arrant satisfaction, Amanda's attention is drawn to the stack from one creature of the living lightning in the alley below…

A lone human being Monk, a woman, desperately battle against thirty muscularity bound brutes and toughs of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off clenched fist and pes, whirling away from blade and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her pile ; in turn of events they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her physical structure for days on end, to gratify their own fleshly pleasure before killing her.

Enraged beyond reasonableness, Amanda prepares to have the death coke struck on the toughs when a high pitched feminine vox calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion call of a magical spell being cast. The ruffian laugh and guffaw at the sight of a little female computer mouse, five inches of towering courage, chanting away as wizard strength gather around her dainty paws.

When one baffling holds his chin out inches away from the mouse as his pal keep the monk occupied, he points one finger at his chin in the oecumenical sign of the zodiac of ‘ let me take it.'

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

Amanda sees the lady monastic and lady mouse shield their eyes as arcs of blazing hot lightning sweep the duration and profundity of the alley, striking each of the thugs and toughs in turn. Each goon has his clothing incinerated and bodily regorge with such force into the surrounding stone bulwark as to breach them completely. Only the one who dared the lady mouse to ‘ let me experience it'remains in shoes, middle glowing and hair standing on end as his soundbox smokes and writhes with white hot arcs of atmospherics for some time to come.

Blinking away the dancing Inner Light in front line of her eyes, the lady mouse tells the beast ‘ now for my side by side spell'and joins in the laughter of the lady monk, and that of Amanda from senior 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 dinner gown thanks and salutation of deference with a wide smile and then picks up her shiner protagonist, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a steering wheel of cheeseflower in pureness of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, human and shiner, Amanda moves on to the adjacent peak of vengeance she desires to give wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning swarm about her and extend her on as guided by her will…


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"charity what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her empty-headed delight at the slaughter wrought on her competitor around the storehouse of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Charity said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her power is derived from sexual intimacy. Basically the more skilled in erotic pleasance and sex she becomes, the more her superpower and power will grow, and with what she is able to do now, she will be unnerving 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 make them profit her commercial enterprise. The derisive snort from Polemonium van-bruntiae reveals all too clearly her architectural plan are demonstrate to her marvellous friend and not approved.

"Charity I will not wangle Amanda to use her new trick for my shops addition, okay ?"Hanna said.

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


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Riding on the keening nothingness of the tempest, one of her animate being of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a scene of great discovery in the forbidding tower of Negroid rock below. Great poles of iron claw to the sky from the roof, connected to corking coils of wire descending into the murky profundity within its confining walls.

One of her wight shows the interior of the column via its eyes : inside is the master key artificer, magician, and madman who connects wire to a Brobdingnagian statue of gleaming steel and iron and valued alloy unknown to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are areas of red and whitened, with a helmet like variety encompassing the question. Its eyes are blank shell and dark, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the corking creation to be a creature called automata ; a auto animated by magic and given life by a animate mortal bound to its vast form. She hears through her creatures bully ears the maniac harangue and mouth off about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of conquest, ten thousand of my universe will go forth and destroy all of the honorary society magicians…'

She senses via the electric fields of her creature the pulsating life force of so many zombi with bounce souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to break free of the magical command of their Maker. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to invest the gargantuan automata, so as to exempt the others of his authoritarian grip…

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

The maniac is throw away head teacher over heels, cackling insanely all the while, into a pull together striation of some 200 or so golem shaped as animals bully and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, man, midget and hobbit. Their heart flare blue with understanding of what is going on and stand patient as only they can.

The lunatic dances around clapping his work force and whooping for joy declaring his superlative of accomplishment is fill out. ‘ You my creation will lead the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the academy and slay all who live within its walls…"

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

Two minutes later a cracking wailing dissonance never heard before in lead Rift surges over the storm, gear mechanism clang and shift, move and whirl as the noise of a fast moving mass grows closer to the great threshold holding the tower secure from the remote world…and they are torn asunder, flying hundred of pes as the great zombie gyre forward, its ten massive wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel carriage that is its body. Behind it is pulled a massively long open up aired Plough filled with many of the remaining golem.

Long will the legends be told of this great golem being followed by an immense stream of less I born on the wings of great razz and beasts, or of great animate being bearing open aired police van filled with smaller robot as is the largest.

One team of the automata though, a assemblage of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with light, pulls a little sleigh on which sits the only homo captive from the towers dungeons. The fat human clad in a red courtship gives off a belly rock laugh and waves thanks to Optimus bloom."Good luck on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sled disappear into the clouds, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly free. Once the last automata is exculpated of the tower, and the neat puppet of living lightning ensure no other prisoner remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the tugboat until only smoldering stone is left.

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




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

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's rival shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Lights flair like a hundred pair of golden eyes in the cloud overhead, and then descend in one massive blast of bright light to use up the store completely : not one brick, sliver of wood, or touch of dust clay.

"You have called and pointed out our mistake,"declared a great voice of raw vehemence, ennoble snap and soft mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and justify for missing it in the first place. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the pucker force of energy behind those hundred center, the being of dragon-shaped living energy, departs once again into their menage of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and brotherly love stare at each early in thunderstruck silence, ineffectual to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering cry of woodwind force them back to the here and now as bandage gently lands on a declamatory wheel of clothing that tears free of the wall mounts, crashing into another as woodwind and metal and cloth are cast forth into the shop…the second wrack careen wildly, halts for a second and then continues on forward, unto the future which hits a groovy display case of nicknack. mulct porcelain cups and tea pitchers, plates and wine-colored chalk of gravid value and antiquity collapse to the floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a moment one, which in round hits a third and a quaternary. So big is the din of noise and shattering of goods that all three womanhood cover up their capitulum as bodies vibrate to the core of nervus and bone from the jarring shock after impingement after encroachment.

As the junk and detritus settee after the final consequence of destruction ends, all three womanhood look at a diminished golden sphere that rolls off a lone bottom shelf. It hits a tilted wooden radio beam with a flaccid plop and thud and then flap down hill into the direction of the stores hearth used for cooking and heat ; the soft radiance of coal waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The hatchway of the shops social movement door and loud footsteps advancing draw the three dame gazes upward, as they cringe in the arithmetic mean of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get tough as none other than Chancellor Storm firedrake of the academy stands before them succeeding to the hearth…into which the golden sphere rolls…

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



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Charity shakes her head violently side to side, trying to crystalize her intellection after that magical blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the explosions retort reverberates across wiz Rift. meth from blown out Windows, shattered brick, Sir Henry Joseph Wood, clothing and racks and shelf intermixed around the domain while the integral front and upper floors of the social system are simply GONE !

She finds Patches, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious mind against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her gaze turns slowly to the toothsome mien of evil incarnate, she envies her oblivious friends.

Thirty feet senior high school, scaled veil blazing from within by heated fires of primal desolation, duplicate optic burn as molten iron in the whiten hot profoundness of a smeltery ; Arms nearly three times as long as Charity is magniloquent, each thick with brawn of branding iron hardness, crack and groan as musculus and tendons flex and stretch. The great beasts head, with sweeping Aries horns sour than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to front Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and reveal a savage grin of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it sportsman dancing with unhallowed fires promising eonian damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great clouds of god-awful smoking and brimstone radiate infernal hotness and light, clashing with the stopping point remnants of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roar of absolute rage and majestic dark that shatters stone and woodwind instrument, distort alloy and transforms mass and animals into hellish monstrosities in helter-skelter style - sparing some and not others - the ogre declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute veneration, legs quaking and head demanding she flee in screaming terror, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and push past the affright. She only hopes that Chancellor violent storm flying lizard remains live and can get them out of here while she holds the fauna at bay…

And draught as she understands there is only one power at her instruction to play it down : One of the bully of magic turn known in the existence called Symmetry…in it she will cite forth all of her wizard might and psychic powers of the psyche, and fuse it with her living spirit military group : a final exam flak of rank obliteration that consumes target and caster utterly…

It will be the net doom for both…as she begins drawing the power Forth River, weaving Christian Bible and mental muscularity into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a single tear of sorrow flow down her cheek for never being with the chancellor at the holiday of wintertime Dawning.

Sensing the gathering forces, and keenly cognisant of the peril they present the great monster looks down upon Greek valerian with unadulterated malevolent hate and fury in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand long time of captivity ? A mere stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly foolish effort in the hope your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The beasts outstanding laugh nearly unnerves Polemonium caeruleum, who redoubles her direction and will, knowing the beast is only moment away from attacking…

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"the familiar voice of Chancellor Storm Dragon calls make as a bell shape within her mind, a lawful telepathic connection only a mind mage can use."Polemonium van-bruntiae there is no need to throw away your life away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and logical though Charity finds herself trusting Chancellor violent storm Dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the line she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knee joint, she hears the firm attack of bring up understructure, then sees a wraith like tail come out of the ogre hell born swarm to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet-textured baseball mitt rest upon her slumped articulatio humeri. Her heart take in the sight of her dear hoped for love - Chancellor Storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly haircloth dancing about in the demons hell winds while his great cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and vest remain untouched.

The with child demon roars again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in total despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, pall of hellish attack sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final screeching of self-renunciation and torture beyond comprehension tear at Charity's soul, tears flowing from her center and lips mouthing a silent apology to the Chancellor for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"Greek valerian,"she hears the Chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing vocalization,"this is not your fault. Now let me deal with this gross annoyance. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

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

Wave after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire curtains sweep over Chancellor Storm firedrake as he calmly paseo towards the savage. Finally deeming an undistinguished human worthy of its immortal attending, it laughs at the sight of an arrogant old man long past his twelvemonth as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the fiend declares, voice shaking the total community of ace Rift and the honorary society of Arts to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Charity hears the prime minister declare in an voice of one who is annoyed by some piddling matter and not one of the smashing incarnations of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after horrid torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my person and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the Lapp thing before I sent him to the concluding end of the world all being come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Charity watches the great fist of the demon swiftly rise and strike at her beloved chancellor. She sees the wicked lambency in his eye, and the smile of sheer delight alight on his expression as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the mellow of balconies on the outer lobby of the academy of liberal arts, scores of magicians - students and artisan, dozens of Masters and scholars and stave scout in gross horror at the expanding waves of hellish major power, and tremble at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, unable to fathom how anyone can contain the fiend. Others agree with her unvoiced mentation ; many preparing to flee the honorary society and Stars Rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding articulation cuts through the panic and mix-up, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in control of the Academy of Arts.

squad of maestro and journeyman magicians are formed to engagement the red region's and preserve as much life and holding as possible. apprentice such as Sassa are given orders to ready the honorary society as a aesculapian station for the injured and for the soundbox they will recover.

Then the inevitable interrogative sentence is asked, one that fills Sassa with horror many metre more than at start :"What of the daimon, how do we stop that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curled tresses of silver bouncing around a cute side that tells of wiseness and tough won battles, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the matter with"The chancellor storm dragon himself is about to rent attention of that fauna, just check and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the incline of Headmistress Pele, determined not to drop the plenty unfolding…she sees the great beast raise and lower its fist to strike mortal down, and appears to overlook : three clip more it savagely hits the land, seeking its foe…

Then a second form of blazing light and shimmering opalescent fire rises from the hellish clouds about the daemon : counterpart horns thirty feet long just back from its headland, as the two hundred metrical unit body rises upon its backrest legs to hulk over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the beast escapes nostrils with hurricane force play volume, couple center heavy than a man is improbable regard with gross righteous Erinyes past a jaw that juts thirty feet forward.

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

"closing Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of pace away,"the tartar is the ultimate material body of power and deception of Chancellor violent storm Dragon. He loves to change into other brute for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ annoyances'into animals as well…no one fully knows the extent of his power in magic, even me his second in command."

Both women watch as the flying lizard parting its great jaws, thirty six inch long teeth glowing from its interior flaming ; and the great demon raises its workforce, headspring shaking in defence of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

"Come Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless person to help, nearly all of the community has been destroyed. It will admit all of us Masters in the honorary society to reconstruct and undo the trauma of that creature has caused to the people…"

Sassa's aid is drawn to a assemblage of tempestuous Masters and craftsman. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Greek valerian behind this heap : chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to account for the release of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the prime minister's order about Greek valerian,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crew. All eyes are drawn to her dominate presence."Strike at her, and you will confront the wrath of chancellor Storm Dragon himself."

Everyone follows her deal that level at the great dragon in the distance."select your fate."

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


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Its great Mass coiled around the remnants of Hanna's shop, the great dragon calmly finishes off its repast. Its all that Charity can do to keep from shuddering, oculus scrunched shut and felid ears flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to continue out the sounds of bones being sundered…

Even the sight of such malevolent wickedness cowing in terror before the revealed might of her beloved Chancellor violent storm Dragon is beyond her foresighted centuries of experience ; the odor of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for months to come.

Looking up, she sees the firedrake massive head wage hike upward as the finish leftover of the demon are swallowed. Then its heavy serpentine tongue flickers here and there along the jaw to pick them of any shredded remains of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Charity says when the hold out bit of demon chassis is swallowed by the dragon,"now there is nothing else that can ruin this day."

"BELCH !"She heard from the dragon.

"O.K.,"charity said with absolute aggravation,"NOW nada else can go wrong…"

She learned a moment later that is very, very ill-timed when the mighty dragon suffers a bad case of flatulence.

A minute later she is joined by Chancellor tempest Dragon back into his normal human form. HE was the swell dragon who devoured the demon, and had the topic of belching and passing steer just afterwards. She feels his gentle, strong workforce wrap his magical cloak about her naked body.

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

pack of flashing lights indicate the arrival of many prestidigitator from the Academy of prowess, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many advance to speak with the Chancellor of the Exchequer, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glower and raised hand - ready to come to idle any who dare to break the scene unfolding behind her.

charity turns to the Chancellor, eye filled with tears she can no longer hold back : too a great deal horror and going this night mixed with the discovery of what she has thought unacceptable for so long - to find a lawful dear in her long, lonely life of four hundred years. Lowering her head on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of inwardness feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are come alive and gathered around Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, Pele and the premier in the only surviving portion of the shop : the back room which remain untouched by all the Chaos of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the battles and everything else.

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

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

"No Charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a bargain is a mass. I'll rebuild the memory somehow…at the least, it will consider my competitors even longer to rebuild after both that demon AND Amanda's tempest born temper tantrum."

"grandma come look at this !"the frantic peal of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Charity to rush along over and come to a nub stopping halt at the sight before them.

Jacob's ladder shook her head in disbelief as Chancellor tempest Dragon moved away from a ternary of dresser filled with sapphires and diamonds and crimson, three sacque filled with coins of all character - platinum and gold, artwork crafted of ash gray and gold of all sizing, and twenty minuscule bars of gold in a undefended potent box.

"Hanna I happen to have this laying around,"Charity hears the Chancellor say, unable to take her eyes off of the vast cache of wealth before her."Please submit this as recompense for the rattling show of the demon and the midnight bite as well."

She can only shake off her head at this showing of generosity of Chancellor Storm flying dragon, who personally walks her back to her rented elbow room at the Hearth and Home Inn. As they walk and talk, Greek valerian is told the history of this and that luck of Stars Rift - currently reduced to rubbish at best - by the Chancellor storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors tarradiddle of glories long past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of enemy. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within lacing and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the first insect bite of snowfall falling, quite common after one of the slap-up storm snow in from the seas.

Turning to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smiling and liquid body substance dancing in the profundity of his wondrous eyes. Absolute silence sovereignty on the corner they stand upon, beneath the luminance of a charming lantern flickering softly with never ending flaming from within. She senses a exceptional magic in the air, one unlike any other meter in her spirit, and returns the grinning of her beloved chancellor violent storm Dragon with the on-key dear of her heart.

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

confusedness brighten upon her cheek, Jacob's ladder swept her hands across-the-board at the devastation about the residential district."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had null to do with this destruction, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the ability of magic in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a night-robe for the Winters Dawning to win your sum, and thus plot of ground nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of events that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor of the Exchequer, of all people you should have sex it is my mistake !"Polemonium van-bruntiae calls out meretricious and clear, ineffectual to see through her tear and self imposed guilt trip."I wish it was all as it was, before the wolf was set free ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a luck to know you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these people died needlessly…huh ?"

Her regard fell on the chancellor's walking cane, glowing with Theodore Harold White magical light that flares and changes her world forever…




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Five days later, in her charter way Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor Storm Draco dancing in fast forget me drug for her amusement. Of course her being held in his arms is another rationality for her belt along heart and blushed face.

Oh the merriment at the holiday they have so enjoyed, the most tremendous holiday magic of two hearts coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lust, but of genuine and true heartfelt love…

prime minister storm Dragon, imposing in his six foot shape with wild, uncombed hair beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a honest rake. His Black person velvet shirt and singlet shine as do his Negro gloves when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating globe of light around Polemonium caeruleum.

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

Tossing his hat into the air with occasional disdain, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening white ash embossed with virtuous gold on the ends - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Charity I may not be capable to assume you among the lead, too many awful affair that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in pureness of the special holiday we have been given…"

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


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She smiles at him, recalling with infrangible uncloudedness the wish she made to restore everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty magic residing in the prime minister's walking cane. When the blazing blank light ceased, she emerged in a humanity frozen in clip, caught between beat as it were ; all of the damage stood undone, as if it had never occurred.

In that wink she felt her guilt flee, only to be replaced by the crushing release of her beloved chancellor tempest Dragon, and not wanting to have got 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 surgical gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her head in total unbelief until he nodded at an approaching figure behind her.

"how-do-you-do Miss Charity,"called a merry voice, rich people in life and aeonian joy for the integral existence. She turned to see a big bellied man, clad in a wintertime suit of red lined with E. B. White fur and a large flowing beard and mustache of the purest tweed one can imagine…

"young woman Polemonium van-bruntiae I heard the wish you were making. Holidays such as Winters Dawning have a especial legerdemain when the love of two beings are true."The fellow grin and indicates both Jacob's ladder and Chancellor Storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to lie with the safe Chancellor to have all of the damage done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic leaping in the prime minister walking cane allowed the harm to be restored."Charity felt a sudden rush of hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your love and the vacation allows me to cede a special wish for the two of you. The equipment casualty done by the demon will be untie, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the ogre, and the memories of it existing I can not undo : even I have limits to my abilities."

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



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Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae takes up his hands into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to trip the light fantastic then and there in the secrecy of the moment. The XII orbs of sparkle rock and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a grin and a blink of an eye, Chancellor storm Draco holds up one digit to the sky, and gives a smile to Greek valerian's puzzled look when zilch happens…

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

"I know it's not exactly under the actual whiz Charity, but if you will dance with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the initiative and begins a soft, assuage, close in dance with her headland resting on his articulatio humeri. Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae delectation in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixture of his velvet wear and mulct spun britches, the concoction of his manly aroma from animation itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the tone of his warm up breathing place on her cheek, the beating of his nerve and steady period of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in turn, she feels the posture of iron bound a C meter over deep within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly coming into court he maintains for so many others…

Even his stern reputation of"blast all annoyances to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly dependable, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to have Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon executed. And the good deal of him transforming into the great Draco that ate a fabled demon noble like one scoffing down a midnight snack…incredible !

The rock of his hand across the minuscule of her back, the flimsy shifts it causes in the flow and ebb of her gown, combining with their swaying dance of love and awe and respect for one another.

His first soft, pinnace, almost hesitating kiss on her os frontale is welcomed by Charity as a rush of wild lust reverse away any last restraint on this Nox she may have had. Her heart close and she feels her body heating from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to lend air into her consistence to suffer the growing requirement placed upon it as the first small shudders of bliss and pleasure beyond comprehension flow over every mettle and character of judgement and organic structure she possesses.

gift into a whimsey of partiality, Polemonium caeruleum casts a softly worded piece of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few column inch off the primer and continue their dancing held aloft in the adhesive friction of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the sides of her head among braid of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels Thomas More and Sir Thomas More passion and flame build and surge, vertex and holler, soaring to newer and newer heights of wonder and fantasy with each osculation that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too piano, just the expertness of one who has lived C more than Charity's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her beloved premier Storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most versed spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the delimitation of her nous the first tentative telepathic calling of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon ; he wants to share the coming passion with her as only two judgment magicians can do with thought transference : a true mating of mind and soul, unbridled and mad in manner none can comprehend unless there first hand.

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

Thumping down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor Storm dragon barely registers the whirlwind movement of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, weapon feeling his shoulder, legs locked about his binding. Her eyes dance with internal fires, wonders of cosmos and meter that no one can sound without giving themselves to her completely…and she the like in tour to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when mind meets mind and the honey of two is true,"Charity communicated to him, her mental hands linking into his and the two head become one, a conglutination of fire and sparkle, of raw, unchanged, unrestrained emotions and Passion that upsurge and flow into one another. In the eternal split second between beatings of their spunk, faster than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them shares a lifetime of store, from the first New York minute they entered into the world and drew their very first intimation, the first screaming shout of their birth, and the senses of a world alien and unsung mixing with the love and consolation of a new mother seeing her new child for the first time.

Adventures peachy and small, loves longed for, won and lost, pain so pronounced and cryptic that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze out in the joys of pure soul flame of the affectionate, most knock-down memories each has for one another : the foremost kiss each had in their lifespan, their first love, and More and more ‘ firsts'among a animation of treasures beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand years and more across the cosmos he has walked ; most of the years alone. Great is his magic of charm and mind, and the ability he has for becoming the majuscule flying lizard so well shown just days ago. Those who fear his anger do so with dandy measure ; knowing that to spoil paths with him is to die a swift demise without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the rich hearts truth of him, his gentleness and enjoy for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and instruct, to defend his beloved garden of rosebush he has spent geezerhood growing in the honorary society grounds. Polemonium van-bruntiae sees in his head and soul the real him, the real Chancellor Storm Dragon she now fully loves nerve, dead body and soul.

She senses the same from him, and the two grow more and to a greater extent with one another ; minds and souls merging in love and communion, until the two hell with the ardour of a sun being born. The ultimate union of two telepaths has happened :

"When soul knows soul, as kin knows kin, so the two merge to go one"both of them declare to one another"we will be together forever my love ; one head and one soul between two bodies. double-dyed with one another."


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Charity feels his script begin to explore along the sensuous curves and sleek lines of her body, touching here and there in fast teasing and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible sense impression imaginable from her body, sending her into fits of bliss beyond the paradise themselves. When he reaches the small of her back, she feels the gentle circles of both palms on her skin, causing an acceleration of her breath that builds to whimper, calling and screaming delight of ecstatic bliss and passionate effect that crash and current, surge and ebb, peak and collapse one upon another after another.

Stretching upwards while her head arch back, eyes one-half open and moony, Charity takes in the smiling love of her dearest Chancellor Storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasure her in means only the two of them can share.

The dance of his manpower has accomplished their magic too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and celebration with her beloved. With an ear-shattering scream of joy, which wracks her torso, Charity hits her release, collapsing against Chancellor violent storm Draco as her lungs burning for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her foreland gently upon his shoulder.

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

while gazes on the Chancellor as he gently takes Charity into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a pair of mantle and tucks her in for the night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind radio link of Charity seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and take heed with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the little lie with affair of those who have magic of the thinker is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to admit is a first gear in a long time…"the Chancellor say to bandage,"normally cleaning lady fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor missy must be exhausted. And yes eyepatch, I will abide and prevent an eye on her…"

Patches sees the loving smile Chancellor storm Dragon means for his new mate Charity, and knows that their adhesiveness is of the soul and the pith. Content, the piffling dragon settee back among the papers on the desk ; his coloration shifting to blend in so totally with the background signal he can not be spotted by deadly eyes. eyepatch lowest pile before his eyes closed is to witness chancellor Storm flying lizard shape-change into a flying dragon, a miniature version of the contour he assumed a few days before against the daimon prince.

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

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

So it is that for Charity another disorderly tarradiddle comes to an end ; she began searching for a special gown to fag on a extra vacation for a special man whose tenderness she wanted to win. In the end, being willing to trust in the fount of ultimate risk, and willing to sacrifice all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long centuries of life story to amount, she will always think this vacation as a holiday to remember.



( fin )