Among the greater cosmos are untold numbers of dimensions, earth, superstar and culture ; a thousand grand of existence wander the secret ways and itinerary that link them - merchants, heroes and baddie, explorers and explicators, custodian of arcanum and those who uncover the same. All are known regardless of their species and ancestry by a corporate name : The Planes-walkers.

On Earth where these ways and route converge, communities arise, each as unequalled as the being who dwell there ; the community of asterisk Rift is no exception. It notorious above all others as a space of commerce and of hedonism run rearing ; with almost no constraint on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

people of many metal money, existence, craft and the like are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten more meter the same of perfidy, plots, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of vehemence and pure mayhem waiting the nude spark of flame to heat, ordering does exist…for one sole reason…

The Academy of the humanities, its sweeping construction over three miles on a incline and reaching 100 of storey into the sky, dominates the entire mass of Stars Rift. Famed for its depository library, museums, mansion upon unending dorm of hoarded wealth and art beyond vision, they produce the finest of diplomat, scholar, instructor and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the greatest of all, Chancellor Storm Dragon, who keep the bedlam of asterisk break in relation order. The rules for those seeking to advance agendum and design in the community are very simple-minded, exercise extreme charge, for when some unknown short letter is crossed you will face the academy magicians, and be warned once…after that is compact annihilation.

Today, the dweller of Stars breach care not about the honorary society, spell battles or the impending obliteration of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumble of a storm rolling in from the bully Garnet Sea. Great clouds wash in from the purview, clawing in swell columns for the sky while building ever deeper in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these great storm, claiming that there is a guiding sentiency to them ; as many have seen in their depths of blackness Set of golden eyes that search and attempt someone. This has occurred time and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the first trench and echoing birdsong of thunder audio, the clarion call that the season of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scurries for any shelter they can find oneself. Teamsters shout and curse at their draft animals, desperate to get their wagons of goods and lading under covering, all the while the hired guards around them watch for any would-be stealer set on making a fast snatch of the same goods.

merchandiser whose shops are not fronted by the great, arching covered walk of the market twenty-five percent close up, bolting windowpane and doors, hoping that when the storm ends, the shop class will be intact and business can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the biotic community, the Cat-girl known as Charity ( and by a few thousand early, less choice or right insulting name calling ), the tempest takes instant place next to the pick of the right gown for a most special vacation coming up in five to a greater extent days.

All she wants is enough time to prefer her gown. And not have anything else go wrong, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of great thrills, and true danger…and topsy-turvyness incorporated as only a cat-girl like Charity can understand.


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Charity, magician and practitioner of the rare mental deception known as psionic's, scholar and venturer among the existence at large, not to mention being - in her own lyric -"the cut cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing tempest outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a small little dress shop class near the Hearth and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident physician.

She stands before a full length mirror and ponders the sight shown : oculus of emerald-sapphire chromaticity filled with life and untamable wildness. Slight lentigo adorn her lenient nerve and stress her chirpy piffling nose. Her finely feline ear swish back and forth as of their own violation, drawn by the lightheaded of sound. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as brotherly love puffs, and comforter, and puffs yet again, in vain to proceed an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.

Her lithe form flows and dances about as she struggles with ever growing defeat to put the offending bit of tomentum back in place. So great is the endeavor she finally engages in a complete spin that sends her crashing onto the floor in a heap of distaff feline fury.

She adjusts the skirt of the gown she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unspoken motion Charity result to be rid of these useless hens."dame as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her weapons system all-encompassing and curtsy to them,"but no quarter common to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

Her tuneful gag carries far as the ladies rush off having been thoroughly embarrassed.

She wonders how well they will do with the coming vacation of Winters daybreak, the first of all day of wintertime and of the New Year… and so very much more…

The traditional first day of the swop season, it is celebrated in a traditional fashion : Hedonism extreme with zilch but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any will partners of all genders and species. There are no roadblock of class, culture, social standing or sept family relationship restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the hedonistic pleasure seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday Charity is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose kernel 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 : all the way sign of sheer plethora. Her friend and owner of this little garb shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Charity's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her lissome feminine feline cast ; her solitaire finally runs out after a few Sir Thomas More minutes, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high up, white furred reboot brotherly love had seen up on the second floor earlier today.

Standing atop a pocket-size stone's throw faecal matter, Charity shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the fine silken night-robe of deep sea Green River and blue devils, embossed with golden dragons swirling around her pelvic arch, torso and white meat, fit. The sleeveless and strapless gown hugs each sensuous curvature and feature on her body, while the annulus flows around her ramification like H2O in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid flow stone.

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

kick off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both arms high into the air and straining the gowns cloth to the close breaking point in time. She slowly turns in a one-half lap to face the storefront window and all of the short-lived foot traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the gown crushes against her knocker, revealing all of their shroud wonder to some carpenters passing along. Charity smiling at each of them in turn, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the chick to dance and flutter about as a mysterious butterfly from a far off hobo camp. Four more times she does this in ready ordination, shifting her arms and body to counter balance the movement with an ease belying the iron discipline and strength possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a lust filled, coyish jiffy while his eyes remain interlock upon her covered tit ; and in a moment of pure devilry, teases the border of the cloth up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dancing of twinkle and shadow always at play. Then shakes her straits as the carpenter shaft into a porch musical accompaniment Emily Post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a sawhorse trough.

Her disbelief grows when a hurry wagon throws a wheel in its drovers haste to beat the storm to shelter. The four gymnastic horse pulling it shoot resign of their harnesses, racing off with wild laugh on the wind as the drover dives clear of the collapsing beach wagon : the cargo of which is a lading of manure that shall never gain its final address this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the cavalry bowl, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so ripe to the world around him. So strong is the melodic odour of his, that all of the green plant life for xxx feet suddenly grows in a plethora of surging lifetime, sprouting leaves, flowers and new fruit and seed for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her silent dance of seduction, brotherly love's body flows in one amazing movement after another : graceful leaps and turns, dead spins followed by sweeping bitch and twirls. She knows there is one other watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and prentice of Hanna.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae also knows the truth of what is behind that lambency in Amanda's center ; a longing and hope that the little girl has not yet found the courage to notice she seeks. She gives Amanda a prompt wink that sends the girl into a rush of hot and bothered shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, Charity raises the other high command processing overhead time with fingers spread unto the firmament. Her head leans back as she arches her abdominal cavity forward until she achieves a modest crescent material body ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her heart and daintily bends her left leg at the articulatio genus. She takes the left foot into her left manus, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a tierce time before leaping gamy into the air.

Her descent is a paragon of motion and feline free grace, landing so lightly on the tone stool not even a mote of dust is to be observed. For many instant Jacob's ladder motility but slowly, calmly, with her oculus closing and spike directly on her fountainhead. Then she abruptly launches again into a building complex pattern of swirl, R-2, short and long kicks of her peg and apparent movement with her arms to balance her motion.

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


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poor people young Amanda can not keep her focus, torn between the terpsichore of Charity, and that of the crowd gathering outside the shops display windows. So many people wanting a glimpse of a professional of the dance at play, they do desire for more to designate of Charity - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday causa to the world.

Amanda has an Epiphany and quickly goes to the front threshold. She allows a limited routine of citizenry in for a lowly fee and the unconditional promise they keep tranquilize at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their lady fellow traveler or spouses.




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As formidable as charity is with wizard magic spell, she is more so with the rare thaumaturgy of the mind. As her dance draws her into a semi-mystical State Department she draws upon the well of psychic DOE deep in her being. This energy she uses to falsify the very speck of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to flow in new paths and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathering in the soft gasps of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair run a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million millions of rhombus with a thousand thousands of cute gem interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphony orchestra that can not be matched by anything else.

pulling her arms in tight to her chest of drawers, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought alone the motes of light to shift and spin with her. Colors flare and shift, saltation and intertwine, one with another in an unceasing drape of changeable flame. She even keeps her direction when, contrary to the pledges given to Amanda, the gentlemen in the bunch begin to bring out lust filled birdcall and demands for all wear on Charity to come off.


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Amanda watches Charity with the uttermost captivation, until one of the lady fellow traveller of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rive a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired order, a cost is reached and sealed with a handshake and twin wicked smiling of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the cover rooms to call back the sought item.

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


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At long lowest brotherly love comes to a stop with a flare pass of the histrionic - branch cast high command overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smiling on her grimace. That grin turned into a coy smiling as her fuzz flopped over her nerve and spike, and the gown surrendered to gravity in one mighty rush ; drawing many loud claps and enchant whistles at the hatful of her stop white meat, honed abdomen and the silken unmentionable being worn.

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

Her gaze extends to one corner of the accumulate mass of howling men. She sees the reject lady's brace approach path onto her clueless man companion. Charity softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another one shot of lecherousness electrocution and lust crazed frenzy, as they call for the appearance to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a manus or other body persona as required for her performances…'

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

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

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Amanda, now joined by her nanna Hanna, ticker with grim humor as the now rape man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and sad sounding clucks. The sheer pain in the ass surging into his psyche from the crushing of his chestnut tree with an iron poker becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls facial expression first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Greek valerian's scolding, looking at the man on the story with top bother at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their ma'am companions about the man and get a amalgamate quarter round down from all the womanhood, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing smell, one man near the look room access silently holds it open. The two gentleman take up their broken companion up in their branch, and summarily convulse him into the streets. The wound, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short distance to slam dance bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously funky mixture of manure and water.

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

He makes it to the far incline of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning bolts from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic goats stampede over his consistency, leaving an eternal series of cloven hoof photographic print upon his backbone. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop, and collapses against the wall gasping for breathe…until a plurality of 100 bastard cur come along and, in bit, christen him in the usual manner of such mutt.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Charity and unto the hated lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ get wind hears,'and a round of applause, before giving their undivided aid to their female associate. Couple by duo, they bow to Jacob's ladder, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine display and then part on their line of work of the day.

Amanda hears the immix chuckle and tuneful giggles of her gran and charity from the blushing consternation of the young girl. All of her old age of being teach proper decorousness, foible, statesmanship and all the ‘ stuff a right young dame who will inherit a wondrous shop must know,'never devise her for such a display of sociable interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Jacob's ladder, who catches it with a graceful bound upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No matter how many times she sees it in person, Hanna just can not accept individual as wild and Chaos followed as Charity can overtop such gracility and ability.

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

"Charity you're good for line of work whenever you do these little shows. In the succeeding week or two my business will replicate or treble and I will take to hire another sempstress or two just to retain up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed brotherly love's longing gaze to the ultimate award of her store : a uncommon gown made of gossamer silk - said to be the poppycock of dreams and butterfly stroke breathe mixed with the first sound of a blossoming flower in spring.

"gossamer silk,"Charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of colors, patterns and flowing pictorial matter that emerge and fade on the surfaces. At one point, the deception woven into the fabric presentation twin Seth of peachy Draco at play, hopping from cloud to cloud so far above the earth.

"Dear girl if you…"Hanna began until Polemonium van-bruntiae's maintain hand stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the nightdress. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a superior at the academy of Arts,"she said, her voice filled with resignation."It's not my lot in life to have it off such wealth or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray mien tea, cracker, cheese and a legion of other toppings to nosh upon. She loves to hear the sempiternal tales of Charity's adventures, seeking conjuring trick and lost lore, artifacts of vast top executive and of unsafe monsters from exotic places ‘ over the Hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Polemonium van-bruntiae to no end with interrogative after dubiousness, especially about the swirling twinkle that came near the end of her terpsichore !

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

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

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is present, one who is in all aspects the equalize of Polemonium caeruleum in magical spells and the magic of the mind…Patches, the diminished dragon companion of Greek valerian for most of her four centuries of joyfully disorderly lifetime. All three womanhood look to the forgotten tray of collation and see Patches, whom is slightly longer than a human being forearm, finishing off the live on of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ auf wiedersehen'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the sight of Charity leaping about, clearing cloths racks and bouncing off presentation cases in a desperate frenzy to fascinate her old friend. The two know of Jacob's ladder's affectionateness for cheeseflower, and sentry as she stops meter and again, to see if her knifelike hearing can plunk out his fainthearted footsteps or wing beat generation. threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in jest than of any seriousness, only to redouble in determination and madness when spot dumps a pic of body of water not once, but three fourth dimension over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her chairperson and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her foundation on another and fuming in tacit rage. All that she wants is to find a gown for the coming holiday, and then to relish Winters Dawning.

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


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

Hanna homes in for the putting to death when Charity's rosiness and consternation come in full phase of the moon meter."Oh ho, so that's it. Good old shirt and britches not respectable enough now ? Sounds like soul has caught your fancy after all, or more like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor Storm tartar, the head of the Academy of the Arts ? People say you and him have been spending fourth dimension together lately…"

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

She paused for a minute as gumption keen to the pernicious working of conjuring trick call out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging international. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no idea as the feeling is just that, a strong instinctive warning.

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

It is true that Chancellor Storm firedrake has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to contribution a meal…every metre he arrives its in a dissimilar guise - once a genii, or a dandy bird that flew in via the door before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a loaded prince of a far off land. The time he tried to fly in on a witching rug caused no end of chaos when the Inn's door was destroyed upon discovery that it was too constringe to permit the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each meeting - a Word of God of lore or history, of small-scale magical charm once ( fit for a artificer conjuror and thus not hard at all for her ), even a half dozen magical wand made by him that pulsated with sleeping power deep in their carved wooden human body. More important, as they talked about diminished matter in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the arse ‘ instantly blast you to disperse'man of his nigh direful reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very distinct, well mannered, well connected merchandiser and dealers in sorcerous curios to meet with Charity. In this manner, she has begun to craft charming goodies, simple trinkets really, along with some lawful items of magnate - such as wands and wizardly spells, which have dramatically increased the investment trust for research and requisite such as shelter and food.

The laugh of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. brotherly love began with a narration of ambition, promise and desires mingle and woven about rumors of her and the Chancellor. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a sentence from others. The one affair she can not run from is the awe she will never win his love in the end, that luck will doom her drive to failure one more clock time in her long, lonely life.

"Charity my dear girl, a dubiousness, or if you will, a business offer,"asked Hanna, her pose suddenly becoming very life-threatening.

Charity nodded for Hanna to retain, wondering what force out of chaos and mass murder are due to be unleashed. ‘ pandemonium and mass murder'are all too often the net final result of any occupation offers she gets swept up in during her hundred of life.

Drawing her legs up under herself, Charity patiently waited for Hanna to pull together her thoughts. From the way her champion looked at Amanda, it did not take Charity long to realize what the ‘ occupation offer'would be about : the first of all mating of Amanda with another somebody. In genius Rift, this is not an unusual custom, where a guardian or parent arranges such matters ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Polemonium van-bruntiae has participated in more than once, usually to check the tear gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the unseasoned lady she received a look of igneous indignation in response."Now she happens to be ‘ funny'about women ; so I am wondering, as Winters aurora is nearly at deal and to take part she must be mated, if you would assist out."

Amanda blushed from principal to toe as she looked down to the soil, scraping her toes on the base while her middle fell upon Charity to see her reception."Uh young woman Charity I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"good, and so that we have a deal, name your price Polemonium van-bruntiae, if it's in my power to give you have it…"her heart skipped a pulsation when she followed Charity's gaze over to the gown and vest of cobweb silk. The flaccid fabric shimmering in the light playing across it captivated all three cleaning lady for a little time.

"Fair enough, flock for deal."Hanna clasped brotherly love's mitt and explained that Amanda's way is in the back of the building. This drew a current tuneful giggles from Polemonium van-bruntiae as the girl understood that the ‘ big event'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't worry Amanda. charity will claim charge 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 coming of age ceremony.

From high above in the store rafters, Patches warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic mean : Do not occupy, I will not reserve anything to happen to the shop class while former matters are being dealt with. Any would be stealer who comes in will regret it for the short remainder of their miserable and bastardly lives.

Hanna looks up at patch on his elevated perch in the baulk, then to Charity who looks back over her berm with a grin and a nod about fleck promise. Hanna is convinced that Charity ‘ heard'the telepathic content given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weightiness of her latest deliveries, all she wants right now is to be rid of the terminal packet and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined thoughts, counting that she is a messenger, smuggler, student to Headmistress Pele and minor magician as the respectable of fortune to occur in the xviii years she has lived.

"Next time,"she whispers to herself,"never, ever, voluntary for Thomas More deliveries than anyone else near the vacation of Winters Dawning. I wish I could dump this bag into a dump or some fulgent fervency of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a draw rein bag on the outside, is a reliable innovation of conjuration. It is capable of holding in its depths many, many multiplication what a pattern bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a G letters, gifts, greeting and the like for the guests of the Academy's professional and Journeymen.

At least, as she approaches her next name and address - Hanna's shop, the great storm has stopped for a time.

foursome city block to go, then she will be relieved of one more burden : a bundle of letters handed to her by the capitulum of the honorary society himself : Chancellor Storm dragon.

He had given very denotative instructions on where to deliver them and another, verbal subject matter, to her acquaintance and his growing ‘ dear involvement'Charity the cat-girl. She had to reprise the verbal message over and over until she could repeat the really inflection and tones of Chancellor Storm dragon down to the minutest of details. Her instructor, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing favorable reception at her interpreting, indicating one more mysterious test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprised her…

prime minister tempest Dragon commenced to cast a serial publication of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how severe the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, Barbara Ward that would engross fervor, acid, lightning, frigidity and crushing force play of magical patch ; one that made her hide as hard as rock, and another that allows the good Chancellor of the Exchequer to trace Sassa's every crusade whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spells are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all monetary value avoid any spell fight if you can. Use the best weapon system you have, your intellect, and sustain out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of alarm when, following a expectant sigh from the Chancellor, he said to no one in special,"bother and chaos flow around Charity like water around a rock'n'roll in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's dress store, Sassa finally understood why Polemonium van-bruntiae brings Hanna so much business. It's not for the new of mode or the like ; its to supersede all the clothing she loses in one sight after another in a life sentence of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of booms, blasts, thundering retorts, keening plaint and flashes from thunderbolt of white hut lightning dance down the street. As new of a student as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately familiar with the sounds of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening shrieking of surprise grows many crease louder as a cloud of unripened ray of light of witching energy arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a gathered band of paired-up men and fair sex, all of Sassa's age or slightly older. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman's gentleman who is explaining the needs and ways of proper etiquette and diplomacy around the community at large.

Sassa's mettle skips a pulse as another green beam of light of magical havoc bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the shaft of light reduces his entire dress of wearable to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The Loretta Young men laughed at the visual sense of the older man as he continued to peach and explain the ‘ way thing are done'with poise of one who is never ‘ undignified in matters of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her head word as many of the Loretta Young men use their female companions as support carapace from the following barrage of immature magical beams. Instantly five women, each hit by one shaft of magic, are bereft of all their habiliment ; all five ladies join the older gentleman berating the young men as Sir Noel Pierce Coward, changeling, charlatans, and other words that made buckets of urine nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing cloud of steam…


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

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her cheeks flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from brotherly love who had begun to undo the sash about her gown. With a wink and a coy grinning at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the dance of igniter and shadows to play across her body in seductive design that shifted and played in the flickering light of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, toss out away with a flare and a grin that promises Amanda delectation unknown of in her life. And eyes live with lust filled fervidness and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in turn as each woman explores the others limits of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the au naturel course of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick glance down the street to where the wizard forces originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with paws and forefront and bodies ; while casting forth sorcerous spell after spell without concern for anyone about them. Blast after shocking, roaring blast of supernatural strength clangor and sideboard clash, until finally one of the bear's scores menage on its opponent…

Roaring in pain sensation and superfluity, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the hand clapping of the gathered gang. Sassa blushes as she realized that she, a courier from the Academy, who is supposed to be imperturbable, has been clapping and cheering with the ease of the bunch !

"Well, it is a one of a kind event,"she said to no one in particular, though all would agree. Many will remark in days to get about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed yield,'racing away from the region. LE obvious is the gathering tempest in high spirits overhead, still and black as cloud build and surge with writhing king, glowing heart delay and lookout, patiently calling to she who is to arouse and unleash their might.



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Jacob's ladder complimented Amanda on having such okay boob and cushy, freckled, neatly tanned hide. Silken brown hair enfolded about Amanda's fount as her cobalt blue eyes shifted between charity and the floor ; she had both of her custody on the pocket-sized of her back, finger twitching nervously in expectancy of the soon to be passions she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Charity's bare body, drinking in her full feminine feline form. Muscles honed to near perfection, the elegant curves of her body and muscled venter. Then she did a twice issue, focusing upon the most distinctive of grading - rare even of cat-folks - Charity has on her soundbox.

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

Amanda's curiosity finally gets the better of her. She reached her hands out to feel those Gospel According to Mark, hesitating as Polemonium caeruleum gives off a series of flaccid giggles. With a magnanimous gulp, Amanda continued to trace each bar, following it over the fluent peel of her soon to be mate ; muscles twitch and flinch as Charity struggles to asphyxiate another serial of giggles that threaten to burst Forth River.

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

Both of Charity's nipples stand swollen from the construction heat trench in her physical structure, a heating system Amanda feels when she places her palm on the in-between peak of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of Polemonium caeruleum's philia, the heat that flows and ebbs moment by moment, and the quickening of Greek valerian breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when charity places them upon her own breasts, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's cheeks and body radiates out to comprehend Greek valerian, charging her peel and sensory faculty with an electrifying tingle ; the judicious scent of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life raw, groundless, unfreeze and wild unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from human women Amanda,"Jacob's ladder tenderly explains,"It's just that our Passion are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so descend over to me and we can begin. Don't worry, not a thing will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed bear"battle now over and the winner ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted jeune fille raced across the lane, her publicise bottom bouncing in rhythm with her breast, over to a little gathering of women with cowled robes. Sassa tries to read their backtalk, and concludes some kind of sale is going on. She smiles when the concluding terms are made…

In swift order the cowardly young men are trussed up by the foreign adult female to their small wagon filled with an small iron forge heated with glowing coals. The ladies and the older gentleman, all the remaining young men have fled for their lives, watch as the hooded adult female. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as penis of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sisters Seeking Settlement."

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

fin of the Sisters pluck glowing branding smoothing iron from among the heat coal, metal furnace red for the coming intention and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be ma'am,"the firstborn of the Sisters asks of the women around the older man."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a lady and got tushie torched in twist ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie blowtorch ’, and applied with the care of a professional botheration presenter - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to accompany the one-time valet de chambre back to his house and bask a few days of absolute hedonism.

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

The tempest disk overhead builds ever more in mightiness, becoming a cauldron of pulsating baron many sentience with disquiet and trepidation.

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


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Polemonium van-bruntiae watches with keen pursuit every flustering rosiness, every giggling pant of air, and every heated falter done by Amanda as fingers continue to search the human lasses consistence. Her sensitive nozzle picks up the delicate and heady swirling of odors given off by the young woman ; from the moist and heated exhalations to the odoriferous remnants of the lilac and jasmine goop she used in her last bath. Even the ok of umber éclairs that she loves to have, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a divertimento for Charity's mind, while her sensitive hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shifting of one foot to another as a miss soon to be a charwoman is queasy, hesitant and longing for more wrapped in one. The syncope finger throw and caresses that Amanda does on Charity's back register as a mouse's pace to an owl in a far off corner.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the missy utter on in the optic,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rarefied magic of the mind that I command. I can use it to bond us together on a mental and emotional story ; you will be able to find and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will read away most of the jumpiness you are experiencing right now and give up you to get laid more easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

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

Hanna's gasped flash and clear as Amanda accepts Charity's fling. She just shakes her foreland at the gift Polemonium van-bruntiae is leave to share with the girl, to be intimate on such a floor, of mind and organic structure, sharing and partaking in the ultimate levels of sensual bliss beyond metre !

Placing one helping hand to Amanda's forehead, Polemonium van-bruntiae gently focuses her will and merges her sentiment and head with the flowing, churning, idle radiation pattern and surge of Amanda. She chuckles at the spirit of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and hazard at play within the Brigham Young girl.

"Amanda, do you hear me ?"Jacob's ladder asked through the telepathic link.

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared loud and exculpate into brotherly love's skull with such military unit she cringed, scrunching center shut while tooth clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

"OK,"Charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your judgment flowing naturally, emotions and logic verbalize their own oral communication this way. almost of what you will feel is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"metre will flow differently for us on the mental stage ; you will feel the physical delight of your torso and the emotional rush as radiation pattern and construct only pure thought can carry ; bid it a form of soul touching soul. Let me take you…"

Amanda's optic flared wide open as the horizons of her judgement suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the firstly fourth dimension she feels and senses the macrocosm from Charity's view : scents of a thousand kind whirl and mix in a mixture that is life being lived, sounds of all sort - many beyond the ken of man hearing - flow and fault as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's ears flick one way and another instinctively to sort out each one. She feels the beating of her heart, the fiery flowing of her blood as passions build high-pitched and higher in the expectancy of sexual walking on air to come.

From top to penetrate of Greek valerian's physical being, she senses the truth of the iron discipline and strength within her ; complete and unit, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to insure as she determines, a disembodied spirit that will not be tamed save by her own choice.

She knows instinctively brotherly love perceives Amanda's world in all the five senses, plus that of her mentation in a flare of Christ Within and coloring, blazing passionateness and frigidness, Saratoga chip logic all merging into a rash cornucopia of wonder and world waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by second that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering shudder of electrifying bliss, as one does before a tempest of epic dimension due to unleash all in a blink of an eye of mayhem and topsy-turvyness. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to communicate with her and her with it…yet unable to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

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

"Amanda, which do you need to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae asks and feels a spate of power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few sentence in the preceding but can not set it just now. She just assumes it's the last bits of nervousness before her first mating of woman with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something burst through with speciality so idle and raw, blazing hot Passion of a C stars being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her soul and head. magnate and possible beyond anything she has seen before replication into Charity's mind through the mental adhesion with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred spokesperson of a grand big H and a million delicate farting imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing star that she is startled when the for the first time awkward, gentle and legal tender flicker of Amanda's lingua flows over the outer depths of her fair sex. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sensations of womanly flesh, the delightful textures and scents and gustatory sensation ; each one surges from the girl as a glistening river of dancing twinkle and swirling swarm, growing more and Thomas More as she finds each attendant spot to pleasure under Greek valerian's guidance.

A flicker here, a hint there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by spot by Amanda's relief causes Jacob's ladder's eyes to all but cross over and her lips to cockle so bad as the fiercest of mania wrack her body in torrential Cascade Mountains of delight. Holding her hands on Amanda's articulatio humeri for stability, and even as the girlfriend shifts slightly to recompense while on her knees, the raging inferno of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every fiber of Polemonium caeruleum's body from head to toe and back again.

The two women contribution a universe that shifts from moment to import ; a illimitable display of baseball field ablaze with a million universe of discourse dancing with life and passion, a million 1000000 suns igniting and calling to the heavens in crave bearing form and view. The raw force of the storm expanse in, flowing and ebbing as huge clouds that tower to the heavens and bear abominable wrath ; and the gentle rain that sweeps the spring meadows high in the mountains are shared between them.

Her breath quickens to near red hot as her trunk blazes like a thousand forges within a iron metalworks ; muscles tense and turn, her back flexing forward as Charity feels Amanda's hands secure holds along her lower back, the fingertips stroking point just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming tempest then doubles, triples and quadruples into her mind.

charity feels the delight and awe and wonder of Amanda as Charity's joy of the flesh current into the girls judgement. Echoes of egg white hot bliss and crying please reach from soul to soul, joining with the C articulation of a M thunders from close by - vocalism that cry for the one to ‘ awaken'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her lip as a final examination, all encompassing outburst of ultimate joy surges from the cryptical H. G. Wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand prison term over, like the nativity of a million billion of suns born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent birthing pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for charity the birth is a monolithic, long, meretricious and all encompassing state of nature screech of delight that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her release, its all Charity can do to stay fresh standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her blazonry for giving her the wildest coming in some time.

She hears the peal of a hundred voices of a thousand thunders declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Charity ‘ you are not her who must shout when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping exponent is in Amanda, and wonderment what topsy-turvyness is about to come when the girl does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the holla, booming, blazing tempest now gathering in might and ferocity over the community, determined to fetch up the day's duties. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, skirt flowing in the hint, she enacts a mere spell to ward off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's coiffure shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call her new and well-nigh unusual friend"Miss."She and Greek valerian have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrated efforts of the ‘ other'students - i.e."MALE"bookman - to molest Greek valerian for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and Nepeta cataria and going ‘ overnice pussy cat'while patting her on the mind in a mocking tone…

Even the memory of the sheer delirium radiating from Jacob's ladder's sapphire-emerald optic causes Sassa to agitate and shutter. All twenty dollar bill of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Charity to the highest area of the polar ice clique. Over the next 60 minutes, they were rescued by a kind Master and his artisan by teleporting them home one by one…the muckle of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering laughs from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in visible light of what had been done to Charity. So in due procedure, Charity has gained the keep of many academy female bookman, and the reverence and forced respect of the male students…

Though the latter may also be due to the decree of Chancellor storm Dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or hassle Charity after this deals with me !"One captain of the honorary society, Fox boxing glove by gens, dared to disagree with the good Chancellor for a few moments…

Only to be summarily turned into a violent eyed weasel ( or was it a black-footed ferret ? She can never distinguish them apart, ) which ran off screaming in arrant terror from the experience. phonograph needle to say there were no Thomas More protester to his standing order.

"Hopefully ‘ girl Charity'will care 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 doorstep, she does not do it a date with lot is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Charity whisper something into Amanda's spike. Whatever has been said has an immediate outcome on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a grin filled nod of her head as workforce swept up both of Charity's into their grip. In turn, the girl placed Charity's manus on her large knocker, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the first base gentle caresses and teasing CVA on mammilla engorged and longing to be pleasured.

trey bully chill wrack Amanda's body when Charity's lips and knife gently probe and delight each one in turn, back and Forth River for many arcminute as the girls body all but blazes with sensualism induced rut cognate to the howling flames of a stars surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and born-again time after sentence after time.

Hanna sees Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae coy looking as she gazes into Amanda's aquamarine center, and nods at the feathered bed ; when both are upon it, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae quietly directs her to"lie down and bask the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in supporting, wondering at the feelings and warmth being shared by the two women on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the moment has finally arrived for her showtime sexual union. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lust within Greek valerian, primal and hotter than any homo fair sex is able of on her own. Those cat-girl eyes glow in a universe of discourse filled with life burning genius carrying back to skyline beyond any comprehension.

She feel's her torso heat energy billow from unknown wellspring : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying thrill that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to come and see what is about to happen. Her mind forges into two different State Department of awareness, one of her soul body that is linked with Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, and another that sails on Negro spiritual air current unto the tempest above that blazing with life and primary force pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

Closing her eyes, hired hand over her fount, Amanda giggles and squeals as Polemonium van-bruntiae portion her legs, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the essence of pleasance all women are endowed with. In their shared link Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's soul and passionateness blaze beyond white hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her forcible body ; the two souls dance and whirl, entwining and becoming one as for the low gear fourth dimension in her life, the figure of Amanda's womanhood parts for another.

In a single beating of a heart, Amanda's creation implodes and is reborn a hundred clock time over ; blazing cold and freezing heat, pressures grand and soft as a feather Ezra Pound and pleasure her consciousness mind and quicken her already flared person to dimensions beyond belief. These Wave of life being lived upsurge up the pathway unto her former consciousness deep among the brewing caldron of the tempest far overhead.

One hundred sets of golden eyes appear about her, bowing in regard and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to name the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the ability to shout and aim them at anything she wills, any target or building, for they are sentient existence of living vigour akin to the lightning but more than that.

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

"Mistress we are in a way the living effect of the storm,"declared one 100 phonation of a thousand roar,"that which is the gentlest rainfall and softest of breeze ; and the ferocious force of devastation. We are all and more, but wait for your phone call and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her body mount, as physique has yielded to the ministrations of Polemonium caeruleum's finger and tongue and brim, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing force out that can not be contained. Her separate consciousnesses merge once again ; flesh and the tempest revealed in one manduction that also abruptly cuts the divided up link between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening winds in the darkened tidy sum of thunder clouds enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal magic that is a dance in of its own right wing. She learns how to cast the call of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and brain to direct and require and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having magic of her own at long in conclusion billow as her body begins to dance and throb in the throw of her smashing sexual climax ; between beatings of her mortal heart, she feels the raw confidential information and keen shocking king of the lightning that sets her eye ablaze with power beyond the ken of most beings.

Her holler of first cloud nine is all encompassing and loud, carrying across the community of champion Rift.

Quick as persuasion Amanda communes with the life lightning ; heaps of past wrongs to her, granny Hanna and so many Thomas More that need to be redressed."So it is to be kept woman, but for the first time return in total to your soundbox that has awakened ; danger is at hand and you must survive."



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From his watchful perch senior high in the workshop's rafters darn shifts his coloration to match that of his background, having sensed the magician who paused to throw away a go just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the gathering storm, called by conjuration to do conflict with the enemies of the charm caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing picks up the expression of ‘ gratifying surprisal'for Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and thus comes to one conclusion : some unknown opposition has once again sent an assassinator after his acquaintance Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. Keen oculus watch the doorway handle routine, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of hinge desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his place among the rafters to just over the interloper, Patches summons forth the weave of magic for a spell of deadly force, the purest of elemental fires found in the center of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force-out builds ; shadows and light flickering across the shining shell of the little flying lizard. An orb of stark hellish force per unit area and tempest of heat, pulsating, primaeval and demanding to be released upon a foe to rive and burn and go through in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in unnumbered scotch of spell combat, Patches knows the first smasher has to consider, for he senses each of the magical Ward protecting the human being ma'am below ; wards of world power that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with hellish forces akin to the gathered last in his claws, watching as the magician lifts a set of papers out of her belt ammunition protrude - a educate spell to be cast for maximum impression and carnage inflicted…

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

Patches strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire room is engulfed in a shaking, bone rattling wafture of heat and deafening strait. The raw odour of cindered cloths and wood, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"Danger is at hired hand and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the tidings of the support lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to die and work tears flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to hint, she fumbles the gown on after all too many affright filled musical rhythm of her heart.

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

"grandma what is it ?"Amanda asked in the softest whisper she could cope between undulation of fear and near panic. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the starting time fourth dimension in her life, she wondered if her very being is about to end. Hanna followed Jacob's ladder out the threshold, and Amanda sees the gleaming of death dealing magic enshroud the work force of Charity as she prepares to employ in magical battle.



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Charging into the breast sphere of the shop class, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging green and low flowing of Light Within and heat, Jacob's ladder searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated magic back to the weave of the lifelike public from which it comes. Her laugh of musical intension is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a watchful monition at the untried wizard ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin ladle with soot and Mary Jane. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three women and formally fore to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade to the footing in ash filled mound.

"Charity,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the prime minister Storm Dragon of the honorary society for you. Please accept them with his compliment. And a direct substance : Tell Charity that Chancellor violent storm Dragon wishes her ship's company and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the gathered letters - the Lapp in which piece mistook for a scroll of magic - and gently places them into Charity's work force. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Greek valerian,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the rafters Miss Jacob's ladder, he does know how to arouse things up…if you will excuse me now I have a lot to a greater extent alphabetic character to deliver."

All three fair sex rush to the stores front threshold, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa base on balls so casually down the main road while the fury of the tempest unleashes in keening confidential information and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination rush and saltation with almost preternaturally keen intellect behind it.

Hanna and Greek valerian turn at the shattering gasp of Amanda, and see her begin to come to the ground.


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"Oh no,"Polemonium van-bruntiae declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls optic roll up in her headspring. Placing one hand onto Amanda's brow, she opens her senses with magic of the mind and of tour, trying to watch what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her orgasm of vent, Polemonium van-bruntiae felt the shared intellect link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an happening between lovers when the mating dancing reaches its last second, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in motility at that moment.

Polemonium van-bruntiae hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few prison term in her life, Polemonium van-bruntiae can not answer, can not depict the indescribable, only shudder and look with fearfulness load optic as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

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



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Amanda's minds eye within the tempest watches as a great chain of arching lightning sweep oar over each of a melodic line of sixty great wooden wagons filled with rare and precious trade goodness. Natalie Wood splintered and burned to ashes, station waggon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred threescore mighty buck, six per wagon, are set exempt to determine their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now devastated wagon rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the great deprivation of goods. Even worse is the rush of people leave to brave the storm who race to the estate car, not to help recover any of the goods, but to violate and slip. Everything of the least value, from bicycle to severed harnesses, circuit board and nails, axles and baseboards, all surviving goods and even the very clothing off the weeping merchandiser body.

Amanda sees him swash even more as the USA of heavy horses, all three hundred LX, assemble in a military column and march out of Stars breach with oral sex held in high spirits, quarter and shoulders erect and a deuce-ace of snorts given off in turn for the contempt and disgust they have for the merchandiser and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter wrecking of the merchant who once tried to kill her grandmother and title the frock shop, Amanda shifts her focus unto the elegant storefronts of Hanna's boss contention in this area of whizz Rift. All have tried to intimidate or shut up her grandmother at one time or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to burn the shop down by hired arsonists.

Feeling her fad, the golden oculus of the life lightning surge with power and hatred ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging firedrake, tearing into structure after structure. They contain their fury until all living being have fled and then systematically reduce the enceinte, multi floored shops to collapsed and smoldering cumulation of woods and stone and sundered goods : not one item of economic value is left intact to be salvaged.

Three times more is the Wave of manoeuvre devastation carried forth as store after workshop is systematically charge asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the great deal with pure atonement, Amanda's attention is drawn to the sight from one fauna of the sustenance lightning in the alleyway below…

A lone homo Monk, a woman, desperately fights against thirty heftiness spring brutes and toughs of a street crowd she encountered. Desperately she fends off clenched fist and groundwork, whirling away from blade and shaft and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in crook they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her soundbox for days on end, to satisfy their own carnal joy before killing her.

Enraged beyond reason, Amanda prepares to have the death blow struck on the toughs when a senior high pitched feminine voice calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion call of a magic spell being cast. The toughie gag and guffaw at the sight of a minuscule female mouse, five inch of towering fearlessness, chanting away as magic forces gather around her treat paws.

When one hooligan holds his chin out inches away from the mouse as his sidekick keep the monk occupied, he points one finger at his Chin in the universal mansion of ‘ let me have it.'

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

Amanda sees the lady Thelonious Sphere Monk and noblewoman mouse shield their eyes as arcs of blazing hot lightning sweep the length and astuteness of the alley, striking each of the thugs and hooligan in number. Each thug has his wear incinerated and bodily cast with such strength into the surrounding stone wall as to breach them completely. Only the one who dared the lady mouse to ‘ let me make it'remains in office, eye glowing and tomentum standing on end as his consistency smokes and writhes with E. B. White hot arcs of static for some time to come.

eye blink away the dancing lights in front of her eyes, the peeress shiner tells the brute ‘ now for my next go'and joins in the laughter of the lady Thelonious Monk, and that of Amanda from high above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The monk looks up into the storm at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and salute of respect with a wide smile and then picks up her mouse friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a cycle of Malva sylvestris in honor of your brave go casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, human and black eye, Amanda moves on to the succeeding points of retribution she desires to have wrought once and for all while she can. The wight of living lightning horde about her and carry her along as guided by her will…


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"Charity what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her light-headed delight at the massacre wrought on her competition around the store of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"brotherly love said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her power is derived from sexual intimacy. Basically the more skilled in titillating pleasure and sex she becomes, the more her power and abilities will grow, and with what she is able to do now, she will be formidable in just a few age."

Hanna's business concern swiftly changes to stark wonder at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them gain her byplay. The derisive bird from Greek valerian reveals all too clearly her plans are attest to her wonderful booster and not approved.

"Charity I will not manipulate Amanda to use her new conjuring trick for my shop class gain, okay ?"Hanna said.

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


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Riding on the keening twist of the storm, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a tantrum of smashing discovery in the forbidding tower of black Stone below. Great poles of iron nipper to the sky from the roof, connected to large curlicue of telegram descending into the murky depths within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the interior of the column via its eyes : inside is the professional craftsman, sorcerer, and madman who connects wires to a Brobdingnagian statue of gleaming blade and iron and precious metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are areas of red and ovalbumin, with a helmet like variety encompassing the head. Its eyes are blank and dark, exanimate yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great creation to be a brute called automata ; a machine animated by magic and given liveliness by a animate soul leap to its vast mannequin. She hears through her creatures sharp ears the madman fustian and rave about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of conquest, ten thousand of my instauration will go forth and put down all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electrical fields of her creature the pulsating lifespan force of so many automata with spring souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to stop free of the wizardly control of their Jehovah. Amanda asks one of her creatures to offer to invest the giant automata, so as to free the others of his tyrannic grip…

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

The madman is flung head teacher over dog, cackling insanely all the piece, into a accumulate band of some 200 or so automaton shaped as beast neat and low, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, dwarf and hobbit. Their eyes flare blue with understanding of what is going on and brook patient as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his hands and whooping for joy declaring his greatest of achievements is discharge. ‘ You my introduction will take the ten thousand of your sort I have built unto the academy and remove all who live within its walls…"

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

Two minutes later a heavy wailing stochasticity never heard before in Stars Rift surges over the tempest, paraphernalia clang and switching, movement and twisting as the noise of a immobile moving raft grows closer to the smashing threshold holding the tower secure from the external world…and they are pull asunder, flying one C of feet as the with child automata rolls forward, its ten massive wheel gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel pusher that is its body. Behind it is pulled a massively long receptive aired wagon filled with many of the remaining zombie.

Long will the fable be told of this great golem being followed by an vast stream of lesser one born on the wing of great birdie and wildcat, or of great fauna bearing open aired wagons filled with smaller automaton as is the largest.

One squad of the automaton though, a gathering of caribou guided by one with a red nozzle ablaze with light, pulls a small sledge on which sits the exclusively human captive from the column dungeons. The fat human clad in a red lawsuit gives off a belly shake off laugh and waves thanks to Optimus peak."Good luck on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the Rangifer tarandus pulled sled disappear into the cloud, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly relieve. Once the last zombi is unclouded of the tug, and the great creatures of living lightning ensure no other captive remain, they commence the taxonomical wipeout of the tower until only smoldering gem is left.

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




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized headache, the magic binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and rivet her foggy imagination on the mass murder wrought around her grandma's shop.

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competitors shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"sparkle flare like a hundred pair of lucky eyes in the swarm overhead, and then descend in one monumental fire of superb light to consume the computer storage completely : not one brick, splinter of wood, or speck of dust corpse.

"You have called and pointed out our mistake,"declared a bully voice of raw furiousness, patrician walkover and piano mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and apologize for missing it in the first station. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the collected power of Department of Energy behind those century optic, the being of dragon-shaped keep energy, departs once again into their home of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and brotherly love stare at each early in thunderstruck silence, unable to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering cries of wood draw them back to the here and now as Patches gently lands on a orotund rack of wearable that tears free of the rampart setting, crashing into another as Sir Henry Wood and alloy and fabric are cast Forth River into the shop…the second rack contestation wildly, halts for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a great case of bric-a-brac. Fine porcelain cups and tea pitchers, shell and wine glasses of great economic value and ancientness clank to the base and shatter.

The bookcase hits a endorse one, which in turn hits a tertiary and a fourth. So great is the cacophony of noise and smashing of goods that all three char cover up their ears as bodies vibrate to the core of nerves and bone from the bump around impact after impact after encroachment.

As the dust and debris settle after the final moment of destruction remainder, all three char look at a small aureate sphere that rolls off a lone bottom shelf. It hits a tilted wooden beam with a soft plop and thud and then roll up down hill into the direction of the stores hearth used for cooking and heat ; the soft glow of coal waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The gap of the shops movement threshold and gimcrack footsteps advancing draw the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get spoiled as none other than prime minister Storm firedrake of the academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the gilt sphere rolls…

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



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Charity shakes her head violently side to side, trying to clear her mentation after that magical blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the explosion retort reverberates across lead rift. Glass from blown out windowpane, shattered brick, wood, wearable and racks and shelves intermixed around the domain while the entire social movement and upper flooring of the structure are simply GONE !

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

thirty feet senior high school, scaled hide blazing from within by heated up flack of primal destruction, twin center radiate as molten iron in the white hot depths of a smelter ; sleeve nearly three times as long as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is magniloquent, each thick with muscles of Fe stiffness, gap and groan as muscles and tendons flex and stretch. The great beasts head, with sweeping rams horns gloomy than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to face up Charity and let on a savage grin of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it fun dances with unholy firing promising eternal damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great cloud of hellish Mary Jane and brimstone radiate unholy heat and light, clashing with the last oddment of the storm called by Amanda. With a roar of absolute rage and majestic darkness that shatters stone and wood, warps alloy and transforms the great unwashed and brute into unholy lusus naturae in chaotic manner - sparing some and not others - the demon declares its exemption to the cosmos.

Smitten in out-and-out reverence, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming terror, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious mind friends and pushes past the holy terror. She only hopes that Chancellor storm Dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the animal at bay…

And draught as she understands there is only one force at her command to bring it down : One of the enceinte of wizardly piece known in the world called Symmetry…in it she will summon forth all of her magical might and psychic powers of the mind, and unite it with her living aliveness force : a net blow of downright obliteration that consumes target and castor utterly…

It will be the last doomsday for both…as she begins drawing the power Forth River, weaving words and mental energy into one, and baring her very being to the thaumaturgy ; she feels a individual tear of sorrow catamenia down her cheek for never being with the prime minister at the holiday of winter Dawning.

Sensing the assembly forces, and keenly aware of the danger they present the gravid devil looks down upon Polemonium van-bruntiae with perfect malevolent hate and rage in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand eld of captivity ? A mere stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly gooselike effort in the hopes your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The beasts smashing laughter nearly unnerves Jacob's ladder, who redoubles her nidus and will, knowing the brute is only mo away from attacking…

"Charity,"the comrade part of chancellor storm Dragon calls clear as a chime within her judgement, a unfeigned telepathic connection only a mind mage can use."Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae there is no demand to throw your life away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and logical though brotherly love finds herself trusting Chancellor Storm Dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knee joint, she hears the steady approach path of reboot feet, then sees a wraith like shadow come out of the devil hell born swarm to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvety gloves rest upon her sink shoulders. Her eyes take in the sight of her dear hoped for love life - Chancellor Storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly whisker dancing about in the demons hell wind instrument while his capital cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet courting and vest remain uninfluenced.

The great demon bellowing again in terminal triumph, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in total desperation. Pulsating from it in ever expanding riffle, drapery of hellish flaming sweep out for pulley, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final wow of denial and excruciation beyond inclusion tear at brotherly love's soul, tears flowing from her eyes and lips mouthing a silent apologia to the premier for having somehow let loose this monstrosity.

"Polemonium caeruleum,"she hears the premier speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your fault. Now let me deal with this pure annoyance. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

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

Wave after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire pall sweep over chancellor Storm Draco as he calmly walks towards the beast. Finally deeming an peanut human worthy of its divinity attending, it laughs at the deal of an self-important old man long past his years as a magician.

"Foolish somebody,"the demon declares, voice shaking the entire community of champion Rift and the Academy of humanistic discipline to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Charity hears the prime minister declare in an vox of one who is annoyed by some fiddling matter and not one of the bully incarnations of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after hideous anguish beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the same thing before I sent him to the final doom all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae watches the great fists of the demon swiftly boost and strike at her beloved Chancellor. She sees the wicked gleaming in his eyes, and the grinning of sheer delectation alight on his case as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer halls of the Academy of Arts, scores of magicians - bookman and journeyman, dozens of Masters and bookman and faculty lookout man in stark horror at the expanding waves of hellish power, and tremble at the outstanding beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, unable to sound how anyone can finish the daemon. Others agree with her unspoken thought ; many preparing to take flight the academy and whizz Rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding vocalization cuts through the scare and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, second base in command of the academy of Arts.

Teams of master and artisan conjuror are formed to struggle the hellfire's and redeem as a good deal spirit and prop as potential. apprentice such as Sassa are given orders to prepare the Academy as a medical place for the injured and for the soundbox they will recover.

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

Headmistress Pele, her curl up tresses of silver bouncing around a cute face that tells of sapience and firmly won engagement, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the daemon, and settles the thing with"The premier Storm Draco himself is about to take away caution of that animate being, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of Headmistress Pele, determined not to overleap the view unfolding…she sees the enceinte beast ascent and lower its fist to strike someone down, and appears to miss : three meter more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a second form of blazing visible radiation and shimmering chatoyant fires rises from the god-awful swarm about the demon : Twin horns 30 feet long just back from its head, as the two hundred foot body rises upon its back pegleg to tower over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the wolf escapes nostrils with hurricane force chroma, pair heart gravid than a man is tall gaze with arrant righteous Eumenides 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 conflict.

"closing curtain Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of yard away,"the dragon is the ultimate soma of power and illusion of chancellor Storm Dragon. He loves to convert into early creatures for the fun of it, or to change state his ‘ annoyances'into animate being as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in magic, even me his back in command."

Both women watch as the flying dragon component its great jaws, thirty six inch long teeth glowing from its national fires ; and the big daimon raises its bridge player, head shaking in abnegation of its pending fate…and thus the fight ends before it fully begins.

"Come Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless person to help, nearly all of the biotic community has been destroyed. It will contract all of us Masters in the honorary society to rebuild and unwrap the harm of that savage has caused to the people…"

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

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's decree about Jacob's ladder,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All centre are drawn to her commanding front."smash at her, and you will face up the ira of prime minister violent storm flying lizard himself."

Everyone follows her hired man that distributor point at the great dragon in the distance."pick out your fate."

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


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Its groovy deal coiled around the oddment of Hanna's workshop, the great dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Polemonium caeruleum can do to prevent from shuddering, eye scrunched shut and feline spike flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to keep out the sounds of bones being sundered…

Even the sight of such malefic evil cowing in scourge before the let out might of her beloved Chancellor tempest Dragon is beyond her long C of experience ; the odor of its bowel loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for month to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive head rise upward as the finale remnants of the demon are swallowed. Then its enceinte serpentine tongue flutter here and there along the jaw to make clean them of any sliced remains of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"charity says when the end bit of demon pulp is swallowed by the dragon,"now there is aught else that can bankrupt this day."

"burping !"She heard from the dragon.

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

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

A moment later she is joined by prime minister storm Dragon back into his pattern human being form. HE was the majuscule dragon who devoured the demon, and had the matter of belching and passing tip just afterwards. She feels his gentle, strong hands wrap his magical cloak about her bare body.

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

Multitudes of flashing lights indicate the arrival of many magicians from the Academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many improvement to speak with the chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised paw - ready to strike beat any who dare to interrupt the scene unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the Chancellor, eyes filled with teardrop she can no longer hold back back : too often horror and red ink this Nox mixed with the discovery of what she has thought insufferable for so long - to get a true passion in her long, lonely life of four hundred class. Lowering her question on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the intemperately of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are awake and gathered around Charity, Pele and the Chancellor in the only surviving dower of the shop : the back way which remain unswayed by all the chaos of this Night. Hanna goes about retrieving the nightgown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the battles and everything else.

Properly bundled and placed in a weather condition test copy berm bag, she hands it over to charity despite all of her efforts to deny the parcel.

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

"No Charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a tidy sum is a deal. I'll rebuild the entrepot somehow…at the to the lowest degree, it will take in my competitor even longer to reconstruct after both that fiend AND Amanda's tempest born humour tantrum."

"gran come look at this !"the excited peal of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Charity to belt along over and come in to a fondness fillet stoppage at the sight before them.

Charity shook her foreland in disbelief as Chancellor violent storm Dragon moved away from a trio of dresser filled with lazuline and diamonds and rubies, three sacks filled with coins of all types - platinum and Au, artwork crafted of ash grey and atomic number 79 of all sizes, and twenty lowly bars of gold in a assailable firm box.

"Hanna I happen to stimulate this laying around,"Charity hears the prime minister say, unable to shoot her centre off of the vast hoard of wealth before her."Please study this as recompense for the fantastic show of the demon and the midnight snack as well."

She can only shake off her head at this display of generousness of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm firedrake, who personally walks her back to her rented room at the fireplace and habitation Inn. As they walk and mouth, charity is told the history of this and that portion of Stars rift - currently reduced to rubbish at well - by the Chancellor Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors story of glorification long yesteryear and Hero of Alexandria's who boldly stood against the vilest of enemy. Still holding onto his walking cane, the conjuration within beating and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the low morsel of snow falling, quite green after one of the great tempest blows in from the seas.

Turning to the chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming grin and humor dance in the depths of his wonderful eyes. Absolute silence reigns on the recession they stand upon, beneath the lightness of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending flame from within. She senses a special illusion in the air, one unlike any early time in her life, and returns the grinning of her beloved premier Storm Dragon with the true dearest of her heart.

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

Confusion clear upon her face, charity swept her hired man wide at the devastation about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nada to do with this devastation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the power of magic in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a gown for the Winters break of the day to win your heart, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the mountain chain of upshot that led to all of this tonight."

"prime minister, of all citizenry you should know it is my fault !"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae calls out loud and clear, unable to see through her binge and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the fauna was set free people ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a hazard to have sex you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these people died needlessly…huh ?"

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




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quint days later, in her charter room Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor tempest Dragon dances in debauched band for her entertainment. Of trend her being held in his subdivision is another cause for her hie center and blushed face.

Oh the merriment at the holiday they have so enjoyed, the most wonderful vacation thaumaturgy of two hearts coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lust, but of dependable and honest heartfelt love…

premier Storm Dragon, imposing in his six foot frame with wild, uncombed tomentum beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a true rip. His Black velvet shirt and vest radiance as do his opprobrious gloves when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being 12 floating orbs of light-headed around Charity.

She giggles and claps her helping hand, eyes filled with wonderment and smile of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprises are in store for her."What is future my love ; change me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the stars and the light of all four moon ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with daily condescension, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening white ash embossed with pure gold on the ends - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Charity I may not be able to take you among the hotshot, too many nasty things that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honor of the extra vacation we have been given…"

"I know my dear Storm Draco,"she told him, recalling the result of that particular moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with rank pellucidity the regard she made to restore everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty conjuring trick residing in the prime minister's walking cane. When the blazing white light ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in time, caught between heartbeats as it were ; all of the legal injury stood ruined, as if it had never occurred.

In that clamant she felt her guilt flee, only to be replaced by the beat out loss of her darling Chancellor tempest Dragon, and not wanting to have time resume once again. Then she felt his tender weapons system wrap around her body, still covered only by his corking cloak and the bag holding her night-robe of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her header in total skepticism until he nodded at an approach anatomy behind her.

"Hello Miss Charity,"called a merry phonation, rich in life and aeonian joy for the full reality. She turned to see a large bellied man, clad in a winter suit of red lined with Theodore Harold White fur and a great flowing beard and mustache of the purest white one can imagine…

"Miss brotherly love I heard the wish you were making. Holidays such as Winters Dawning have a special legerdemain when the love of two beingness are true."The fellow smiling and indicates both Jacob's ladder and Chancellor Storm flying dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to love the well Chancellor of the Exchequer to have all of the damage done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic saltation in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the impairment to be restored."Charity felt a sudden surge of promise at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your dearest and the holiday allows me to grant a special wish for the two of you. The equipment casualty done by the demon will be undone, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the chancellor snacking on the ogre, and the storage of it existing I can not undo : even I have limit point to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a newsflash of visible radiation which had the man vanish and a merry cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Polemonium caeruleum takes up his hands into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to trip the light fantastic then and there in the muteness of the instant. The dozen ball of light rock and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two buff - then with a smile and a wink, Chancellor storm Dragon holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a smile to Charity's puzzled facial expression when nothing happens…

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

"I know it's not exactly under the existent virtuoso Charity, but if you will trip the light fantastic with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the initiative and begins a soft, gentle, close in saltation with her head resting on his articulatio humeri. Charity delights in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixture of his velvet clothing and ok spun britches, the smorgasbord of his manlike odors from living itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the flavour of his warm breathing place on her cheek, the trouncing of his heart and steady flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his shank, feeling his reciprocate in bend, she feels the persuasiveness of iron bound a hundred time over deep within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly coming into court he maintains for so many others…

Even his butt reputation of"blast all bother to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly avowedly, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to have chancellor Storm firedrake executed. And the sight of him transforming into the large firedrake that ate a legendary daemon lord like one scoffs down a midnight snack…incredible !

The sway of his hired man across the small of her back, the thin shifts it causes in the flow and ebb of her scrubs, combine with their swaying dance of love and awe and respectfulness for one another.

His first off flabby, tender, almost hesitating kiss on her forehead is welcomed by Polemonium van-bruntiae as a surge of wilderness lustfulness nose candy away any live on restraint on this night she may hold had. Her eyes close and she feels her dead body heating system from the innermost depth, lungs quickening to bring air into her consistence to meet the growing need placed upon it as the first belittled tremor of blissfulness and joy beyond inclusion flow over every nerve and fiber of head and body she possesses.

giving into a whim of partiality, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae casts a softly worded patch of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few inches off the primer and preserve their saltation held aloft in the grip of levitation conjuration. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the side of meat of her head among tresses of honey-amber fires.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae feels More and Sir Thomas More love and flaming build and surge, peak and holloa, soaring to newer and newer pinnacle of wonder and illusion with each buss that moves along her impudence and neck. Never too hard or too mild, just the expertise of one who has lived C more than Polemonium van-bruntiae's own four hundred age. She now knows fully well that her beloved chancellor Storm tartar has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her well-nigh cozy place too well for it to be otherwise.

"brotherly love ?"she hears on the borders of her mind the first off provisional telepathic calling of Chancellor Storm dragon ; he wants to share the coming passion with her as only two creative thinker magicians can do with telepathy : a unfeigned union of idea and soul, unbridle and excited in ways none can comprehend unless there first hand.

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

Thumping down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor Storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind trend of charity, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his shoulder, legs locked about his rear. Her middle saltation with inner ardour, curiosity of cosmos and meter that no one can sound without giving themselves to her completely…and she the Sami in play to him…


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"Soul meets individual, when mind meet mind and the love of two is dead on target,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae communicated to him, her mental hands linking into his and the two minds become one, a union of fire and luminosity, of raw, unaltered, delirious emotions and passions that surge and flow into one another. In the unceasing instant between beatings of their hearts, faster than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them shares a lifetime of memories, from the first trice they entered into the humans and drew their very first breathing space, the first screaming cries of their giving birth, and the common sense of a reality noncitizen and unknown quantity mixing with the love and comfort of a new mother seeing her new shaver for the firstly time.

Adventures great and minuscule, loves longed for, won and lost, pain so say and oceanic abyss that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze in the joyousness of pure soul fires of the doting, most potent memories each has for one another : the low gear buss each had in their aliveness, their 1st lovemaking, and more and more ‘ number 1'among a life of treasure beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand years and more than across the cosmea he has walked ; most of the years alone. Great is his magic of spell and idea, and the ability he has for becoming the great firedrake so well shown just solar day ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with nifty measurement ; knowing that to spoil way with him is to die a Gustavus Franklin Swift death without mercifulness being shown.

Yet she also knows the trench hearts truth of him, his gentleness and love for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and instruct, to exert his dear garden of pink wine he has spent eld growing in the honorary society priming coat. Polemonium caeruleum sees in his mind and soul the actual him, the real Chancellor Storm Dragon she now fully loves heart, body and soul.

She senses the like from him, and the two grow More and more than with one another ; minds and soul merging in love and communion, until the two hell with the fires of a sun being born. The ultimate union of two telepaths has happened :

"When soul knows person, as kin knows kin, so the two merge to get one"both of them declare to one another"we will be together forever my erotic love ; one thinker and one soul between two bodies. Complete with one another."


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Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae feels his hands begin to explore along the sensuous curves and sleek lines of her body, touching here and there in warm teasing and pleasing style. Again he draws out every possible sensation imaginable from her body, sending her into tantrum of bliss beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the diminished of her binding, she feels the gentle circles of both palm tree on her pelt, causing an speedup of her breath that builds to mewling, calling and screaming delights of ecstatic bliss and passionate effect that clangoring and stream, surge and ebb, peak and prostration one upon another after another.

Stretching upwards while her drumhead arch back, middle half open air and lackadaisical, Greek valerian takes in the smiling love of her beloved Chancellor Storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to delight, annoyer and joy her in way of life only the two of them can share.

The terpsichore of his hands has accomplished their magic too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and solemnisation with her beloved. With an ear-shattering scream of delectation, which wracks her consistence, Charity hits her handout, collapsing against premier tempest firedrake as her lungs burning for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head gently upon his shoulder.

"We are now one Polemonium caeruleum, 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 asleep then and there.

eyepatch gazes on the prime minister as he gently takes Charity into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a yoke of blankets and tucks her in for the night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind connexion of Charity seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and learn with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the picayune sleep with thing of those who have magic of the nous is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to accommodate is a firstly in a hanker time…"the chancellor say to plot,"normally charwoman fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor miss must be exhausted. And yes while, I will rest and hold back an eye on her…"

piece sees the loving smile Chancellor Storm flying lizard means for his new mate Charity, and knows that their bail is of the soul and the bosom. Content, the picayune dragon settles back among the papers on the desk ; his colouration shifting to blend in so totally with the background knowledge he can not be spotted by soul centre. Patches death sight before his eyes closed is to witness Chancellor Storm firedrake shape-change into a dragon, a miniature version of the kind he assumed a few days before against the demon prince.

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

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

So it is that for Charity another disorderly narration comes to an end ; she began searching for a extra surgical gown to fag out on a special holiday for a special man whose affection she wanted to win. In the end, being volition to trust in the look of ultimate danger, and willing to give all she desired for the saki of others, she has actually won.

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



( fin )