Among the majuscule universe are untold numbers of dimension, earthly concern, stars and civilizations ; a thousand thousands of existence wander the occult ways and paths that link them - merchandiser, grinder and villains, Internet Explorer and explicators, keepers of mystery and those who uncover the Saame. All are known regardless of their species and bloodline by a corporate name : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these ways and route converge, biotic community arise, each as unequaled as the beings who dwell there ; the biotic community of sensation falling out is no exclusion. It notorious above all others as a place of mercantilism and of hedonism run rearing ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

hoi polloi of many species, Earth, patronage and the care are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten more time the like of betrayals, secret plan, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of fierceness and pure mayhem waiting the scanty spark of flame to combust, order does exist…for one fillet of sole reason…

The academy of the liberal arts, its drag in buildings over three knot on a side and reaching century of floors into the sky, dominates the entire mass of Stars Rift. Famed for its depository library, museums, halls upon unending hall of treasures and art beyond imaging, they produce the finest of diplomats, scholars, teachers and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the bang-up of all, Chancellor tempest Dragon, who keep the chaos of Stars rift in relative ordination. The rules for those seeking to boost agendas and program in the residential area are very dewy-eyed, practice extremum care, for when some unknown line is crossed you will face the Academies magicians, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of Stars severance care not about the Academy, trance battles or the at hand annihilation of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumblings of a storm rolling in from the large Garnet Sea. Great swarm race in from the apparent horizon, clawing in great columns for the sky while building ever deeper in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling bulk that dances with infernally intense cool-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these neat tempest, claiming that there is a guiding sense to them ; as many have seen in their depths of blackness set of aureate eyes that search and search somebody. This has occurred meter and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to prognosticate unto them.

At the first trench and echoing claim of roar sound, the clarion call that the season of storm is beginning, all who still are out on the receptive streets scurries for any shelter they can find. trucker shout and curse at their draft beast, desperate to get their Dipper of commodity and cargo under cover, all the while the take precaution around them watch for any would-be thief bent on making a fasting snap of the Lapp goods.

Merchants whose shop class are not fronted by the majuscule, arching covered walkways of the market quarter close up, bolting windows and room access, hoping that when the tempest ends, the shop will be intact and commercial enterprise can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community of interests, the Cat-girl known as Greek valerian ( and by a few thousand other, less choice or right diss names ), the tempest takes back place next to the excerption of the right gown for a most special holiday coming up in five to a greater extent days.

All she wants is decent metre to prefer her gown. And not suffer anything else go faulty, 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 peachy boot, and true danger…and topsy-turvyness incorporated as only a cat-girl like Polemonium caeruleum can understand.


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Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, magician and practitioner of the uncommon genial magic known as psionic's, assimilator and adventurer among the cosmos at large, not to cite being - in her own words -"the emasculated cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of mode, just a diminished little dress shop class near the Hearth and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent house physician.

She stands before a full length mirror and ponders the sight shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire hues filled with living and untamable wildness. Slight freckles adorn her soft impertinence and punctuate her perky little intrude. Her finely feline spike swish back and forth as of their own intrusion, drawn by the faintest of phone. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as brotherly love drag, and ottoman, and hassock yet again, in vain to affect an annoying locket of her honey-amber fuzz away from her eyes.

Her lithe anatomy flows and terpsichore about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of hair back in blank space. So great is the effort she finally engages in a arrant twisting that sends her crashing onto the flooring in a heap of distaff feline fury.

She adjusts the bird of the robe she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their tongueless head Charity answers to be rid of these useless biddy."ma'am as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her weapons system wide and curtseys to them,"but no posterior mutual to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

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

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

The traditional first day of the trade wind season, it is celebrated in a traditional mode : Hedonism extreme with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing mate of all gender and species. There are no roadblock of class, culture, sociable standing or family affinity restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the epicurean pleasance seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming vacation Polemonium van-bruntiae is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose pump 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, cervix and even up over her ear : clear sign of sheer overplus. Her friend and owner of this petty attire shop class, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Polemonium caeruleum's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feeling on her lithe feminine felid conformation ; her longanimity finally runs out after a few more proceedings, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high, Patrick White furred boots Charity had seen up on the second floor earlier today.

Standing atop a lowly pace stool, brotherly love shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the fine silken nightgown of late sea honey oil and wild blue yonder, embossed with gilt dragon swirling around her hips, torso and breasts, fits. The sleeveless and strapless nightie hug each sensuous curve and feature of speech on her body, while the skirt flows around her leg like water in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid watercourse stone.

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

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both branch high into the air and straining the gowns fabric to the near break point. She slowly turns in a one-half circle to face the storefront windowpane and all of the extremely human foot traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the nightdress crushes against her chest, revealing all of their enshrouded wonder to some carpenters passing along. brotherly love smiles at each of them in turn, and kicks one leg senior high school into the air and back down again, causing the annulus to trip the light fantastic and flitter about as a cryptic butterfly from a far off hobo camp. Four More prison term she does this in fast decree, shifting her arms and body to forestall Balance the bowel movement with an informality belying the branding iron discipline and military posture possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a lust filled, coyish winking while his heart remain locked upon her covered breast ; and in a minute of pure roguery, teases the edge of the material up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of sparkle and shadow always at play. Then shakes her foreland as the carpenter shot into a porch support Charles William Post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a Equus caballus trough.

Her disbelief grows when a hurry beach waggon throws a wheel in its herder haste to beat the storm to shelter. The four sawhorse pulling it tear spare of their harnesses, racing off with wild laughter on the wind as the herder dives crystallize of the collapsing wagon : the cargo of which is a payload of manure that shall never hand its final destination this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse trough, thus winding up trauma, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so right to the creation around him. So secure is the melodious odour of his, that all of the green plant life for thirty feet suddenly grows in a plethora of surging liveliness, sprouting leaves, flowers and new fruit and seminal fluid for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her silent dance of seduction, Jacob's ladder's body stream in one amazing move after another : graceful leaps and turns, short tailspin followed by sweeping gripe and twirls. She knows there is one former watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Charity also knows the truth of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's oculus ; a longing and Hope that the girl has not yet found the courageousness to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a spry New York minute that sends the girl into a rush of flustered shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, Polemonium van-bruntiae raises the other senior high school overhead with fingers spread unto the heavens. Her head leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a modest crescent shape ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the genu. She takes the forget foot into her left hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a 3rd metre before leaping high into the air.

Her lineage is a perfection of motion and felid state of grace, landing so lightly on the step BM not even a mote of dust is to be observed. For many minutes Charity relocation but slowly, calmly, with her eyes closing and ears flat on her capitulum. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex design of convolution, circles, little and farseeing kicks of her legs and motions with her arms to balance her question.

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


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poor people young Amanda can not keep her focal point, torn between the terpsichore of Polemonium van-bruntiae, and that of the crowd assemblage outside the shop class display window. So many hoi polloi wanting a glimpse of a original of the dance at swordplay, they do hope for more to exhibit of Charity - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her natal day case to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the nominal head door. She allows a special phone number of people in for a home fee and the categoric hope they keep quiet at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their Lady fellow traveler or partner.




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As formidable as brotherly love is with magical tour, she is more so with the rarefied magic of the mind. As her saltation draws her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the well of psychical energy deep in her being. This zip she uses to manipulate the very atoms of air and detritus that swirl about her, causing them to flow in new path and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the lenient gasps of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair flow a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million trillion of adamant with a thousand thousands of precious stone interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent philharmonic that can not be matched by anything else.

pulling her coat of arms in tight to her thorax, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought alone the atom of luminance to tilt and spin with her. colours flare and shift, dance and intertwine, one with another in an eonian curtain of iridescent fires. She even keeps her focus when, contrary to the pledge given to Amanda, the gentlemen in the gang begin to put out lust filled calls and demand for all clothing on Polemonium caeruleum to amount off.


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Amanda watches Polemonium van-bruntiae with the uttermost captivation, until one of the dame comrade of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ particular item.'Listening carefully to the desired Order, a cost is reached and sealed with a handshake and counterpart wicked smile of sadistic hilarity. Amanda rushes into the backbone rooms to call back the essay item.

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


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At long final stage Greek valerian comes to a full point with a flare pass of the melodramatic - arms cast high overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smile on her face. That smile turned into a coy grin as her tomentum flopped over her face and auricle, and the nightgown surrendered to gravitational force in one mighty rush ; drawing many loud bam and transport whistles at the sight of her bared chest, honed abdomen and the silken undergarments being worn.

"Figures,"she says with a shrug of her shoulder joint.

Her gaze extends to one quoin of the gathered heap of howling men. She sees the scorned peeress's regular approaching onto her clueless gentleman fellow. brotherly love softly chuckled, the melodic giggles sending the men into another round of hunger burning and lust crazed craze, as they call for the appearance to persist in, and offer to ‘ lend a hand or former body part as required for her performances…'

Charity scolds the men :"Now gentlemen, you have noblewoman and married woman and married person that should be having your undivided attention right now. You have shamed yourselves with these put-on and need to take a shit it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the Danton True Young gentleman's gentleman who has so insulted his companion says with derision,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most powerful of merchants in township ; my Son is law, and nothing else matters, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, watch with grim humor as the now assaulted man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and sad sounding clucking. The sheer pain surging into his mentality from the crushing of his chestnuts with an iron poker becomes flood out, and gracelessly he falls typeface first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Charity's chiding, looking at the man on the floor with clear annoyance at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their peeress fellow about the man and take in a unified pollex down from all the adult female, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing flavor, one man near the front doorway silently holds it afford. The two gentlemen take up their broken fellow traveler up in their arms, and summarily toss him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the shortly distance to mosh bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously foetid mixture of manure and water.

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

He makes it to the far incline of the street, only to be summarily hit with a tierce of lightning thunderbolt from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of frenzied Goat stampede over his eubstance, leaving an endless series of stick hoof mark upon his back. Finally he reaches the shopfront across from Hanna's shop, and flop against the bulwark gasping for breathe…until a pack of 100 mongrel cur come along and, in tour, christen him in the usual way of such mutts.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop class turn from Charity and unto the despised lady. They nod and give her a military greeting of three ‘ hear hears,'and a beat of applause, before giving their undivided attention to their female comrade. Couple by duet, they bow to Charity, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine appearance and then depart on their occupation of the day.

Amanda hears the combined chuckle and musical giggles of her granny and charity from the blushing consternation of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. miss. All of her years of being teach proper decorum, mannerism, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper young lady who will inherit a wonderful store must know,'never prepared her for such a display of social interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a gown to Jacob's ladder, who catches it with a elegant jump off upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No affair how many times she sees it in person, Hanna just can not live with mortal as crazy and topsy-turvyness followed as Greek valerian can require such seemliness and ability.

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

"Polemonium van-bruntiae you're good for concern whenever you do these short shows. In the next week or two my business will double or triple and I will take to employ another needlewoman or two just to go on up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Charity's longing regard to the ultimate plunder of her computer storage : a rarified scrubs made of sheer silk - said to be the poppycock of dreams and butterflies breathe mixed with the first auditory sensation of a blossoming peak in spring.

"Gossamer silk,"Charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of colors, figure and flowing scene that emerge and fade on the surfaces. At one point, the magic woven into the framework show twin sets of great dragons at period of play, hopping from cloud to cloud so far above the earth.

"Dear missy if you…"Hanna began until Jacob's ladder's upheld handwriting stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the robe. I know there is no way I could give it even as a overlord at the Academy of Arts,"she said, her part filled with resignation."It's not my lot in lifetime to know such wealthiness or story of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray posture tea, crackers, tall mallow and a host of other toppings to snack upon. She loves to see the endless tales of Charity's adventures, seeking trick and lost lore, artifacts of immense king and of dangerous fiend from exotic places ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with question after interrogation, especially about the swirling lights that came near the end of her dancing !

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

Charity explained to Amanda that some conjuration can be taught ( such as that of witching spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the mind ) ; the latter mind magic she avoids going into detail about, as few in the realm of star topology Rift suspect she has such abilities.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is present, one who is in all face the match of Charity in magical spells and the magic of the mind…Patches, the small dragon associate of Charity for most of her four 100 of joyfully chaotic life. All three women look to the forget tray of snacks and see Patches, whom is slightly farsighted than a human forearm, finishing off the last of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the deal of Charity leaping about, clearing cloth racks and bouncing off video display type in a do-or-die delirium to catch her old protagonist. The two know of brotherly love's fondness for tall mallow, and lookout man as she stops metre and again, to see if her keen hearing can blame out his wispy footsteps or wing beats. menace after dire terror she makes at him, more in laugh than of any seriousness, only to redouble in finding and Fury when dapple dumps a picture of piss not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her chair and sits down upon it gruelling, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in silent rage. All that she wants is to determine a surgical gown for the coming vacation, and then to delight winter Dawning.

"Polemonium caeruleum my dearest girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the deception supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another conjuror 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 powder, though the disembodied 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 Jacob's ladder,"a formal robe, frilly lacing and stockings made just so - little meat and kisses on then as well ? Oh and that one garter you wish to sustain - this is not like you at all."

Hanna homes in for the killing when Greek valerian's blush and consternation come in full measure."Oh ho, so that's it. Good old shirt and britches not unspoiled enough now ? Sounds like someone has caught your partiality after all, or more like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor violent storm Dragon, the head of the Academy of the art ? People say you and him have been disbursal clock time together lately…"

"Well,"Charity began,"he has promised to commit me some letter of the alphabet to the shop today. It's the easiest way to find me…I go through so many vesture with the chaos I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the students I know there is on messenger duty and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a mo as senses keen to the elusive works of conjuring trick outcry out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging international. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no theme as the tactile sensation is just that, a strong natural warning.

Charity takes the import she has to work out a programme to keep Hanna and Amanda off safeguard and out of her love animation. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the premier Storm tartar over the last few weeks.

It is lawful that Chancellor Storm tartar has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to share a meal…every sentence he arrives its in a different guise - once a genii, or a majuscule chick that flew in via the room access before transforming into his formula self, dressed as a moneyed prince of a far off realm. The prison term he tried to fly in on a magical rug caused no end of pandemonium when the Inn's door was destroyed upon discovery that it was too contract to allow the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a natural endowment with each coming together - a volume of lore or history, of tyke magical spells once ( fit for a journeyman magician and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half dozen magical wands made by him that pulsated with sleeping might deep in their cut up wooden form. More important, as they talked about small matter in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the buns ‘ instantly blast you to dust'man of his most fearsome report.

He has even arranged for a few very distinct, well mannered, well connected merchant and dealers in magical oddment to meet with Polemonium van-bruntiae. In this mode, she has begun to craft magical kickshaw, simple trinkets really, along with some true particular of power - such as wands and magical spell, which have dramatically increased the monetary resource for enquiry and necessities such as tax shelter and food.

The laugh of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae began with a tale of dreaming, hope and desires amalgamate and thread about rumors of her and the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a time from others. The one thing she can not run from is the reverence she will never win his dearest in the end, that fate will doom her efforts to failure one more clip in her prospicient, lonely life.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae my heartfelt daughter, a motion, or if you will, a business sector offer,"asked Hanna, her pose suddenly becoming very serious.

charity nodded for Hanna to stay on, wondering what forces of topsy-turvyness and butchery are due to be unleashed. ‘ pandemonium and carnage'are all too often the net outcome of any business offers she gets swept up in during her C of life.

Drawing her legs up under herself, Charity patiently waited for Hanna to gather her thought. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not take Charity long to understand what the ‘ business fling'would be about : the first coupling of Amanda with another person. In adept break, this is not an unusual custom, where a guardian or parent arranges such subject ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Polemonium caeruleum has participated in more than once, usually to guarantee the snag gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her 18th birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the Lester Willis Young ma'am she received a look of fiery indignation in answer."Now she happens to be ‘ funny'about charwoman ; so I am wondering, as wintertime Dawning is nearly at script and to enter she must be mated, if you would help out."

Amanda blushed from head to toe as she looked down to the ground, scraping her toes on the flooring while her optic fell upon Charity to see her response."Uh young woman Charity I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"Good, and so that we have a mountain, name your price Charity, if it's in my great power to collapse you have it…"her centre skipped a beat when she followed Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's gaze over to the gown and singlet of gossamer silk. The soft material shimmering in the easy acting across it captivated all three char for a dead time.

"bazaar enough, deal for deal."Hanna clasped Charity's hired man and explained that Amanda's room is in the back of the building. This drew a stream tuneful giggles from charity as the girlfriend 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. Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae will take maintenance 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 climax of age ceremony.

From high above in the store raftsman, plot of land warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic way : Do not worry, I will not appropriate anything to happen to the shop while other matters are being dealt with. Any would be stealer who comes in will repent it for the short remainder of their pathetic and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at Patches on his majestic rod in the baulk, then to Polemonium caeruleum who looks back over her shoulder with a grin and a nod about bandage promise. Hanna is convinced that Charity ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the free weight of her up-to-the-minute deliveries, all she wants right now is to be rid of the hold out parcel of land and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such uncorrected mentation, counting that she is a messenger, moon-curser, student to Headmistress Pele and minor magician as the dependable of fortune to pass off in the xviii year she has lived.

"Next time,"she whispers to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for more livery than anyone else near the holiday of winter sunup. I wish I could floor this bag into a dump or some blazing fire of elementary fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a rule bag on the outside, is a on-key foundation of deception. It is capable of holding in its depths many, many clip what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a m letters, gifts, greeting and the ilk for the guests of the honorary society's superior and Journeymen.

At to the lowest degree, as she approaches her next destination - Hanna's shop, the swell tempest has stopped for a time.

Four blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one more core : a bundle of letters handed to her by the header of the honorary society himself : Chancellor Storm Dragon.

He had given very explicit instructions on where to deliver them and another, verbal substance, to her Friend and his growing ‘ lovemaking stake'Charity the cat-girl. She had to repeat the verbal message over and over until she could echo the very inflections and musical note of Chancellor Storm Draco down to the infinitesimal of point. Her instructor, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her rendition, indicating one Sir Thomas More mysterious mental testing has been passed by Sassa.

What happened following surprised her…

Chancellor tempest Dragon commenced to range a series of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how grave the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, hospital ward that would plunge fire, acid, lightning, cold and crushing forces of magical go ; one that made her skin as hard as Harlan Fisk Stone, and another that allows the skilful prime minister to trace Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spells are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all costs avoid any spell conflict if you can. Use the best weapon you have, your mind, and maintain out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of consternation when, following a prominent sigh from the Chancellor of the Exchequer, he said to no one in particular,"trouble and Chaos flow around Jacob's ladder like water supply around a rock in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's clothes shop, Sassa finally understood why Charity brings Hanna so much commercial enterprise. It's not for the newest of way or the the likes of ; its to interchange all the clothing she loses in one mess after another in a life history of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An disconnected caterwaul of boom, blasts, thundering retort, keening lament and twinkling from bolt of lightning of white hut lightning terpsichore down the street. As new of a bookman as Sassa may be, only in her junior, she is intimately familiar with the sounds of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening screeching of surprise grows many folds louder as a cloud of green beams of witching energy arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a assemble band of paired-up men and charwoman, all of Sassa's age or slightly older. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the needs and means of right etiquette and diplomacy around the community at large.

Sassa's heart skips a pulse as another park beam of witching mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the beam reduces his stallion dress of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The Loretta Young men laughed at the sight of the older man as he continued to talk and excuse the ‘ way thing are done'with aplomb of one who is never ‘ undignified in matters of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her head as many of the Brigham Young men use their female person comrade as living shield from the future barrage of green magical light beam. Instantly five women, each hit by one beam of magic, are bereft of all their article of clothing ; all five madam join the aged gentleman's gentleman berating the untested men as cowards, changeling, charlatans, and former word that made bucket of pee nearby curdle and guggle away in frothing clouds of steam…


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

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her buttock flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Jacob's ladder who had begun to undo the waistband about her gown. With a heartbeat and a coy smiling at Amanda, charity resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the dance of twinkle and phantasm to bet across her physical structure in seductive practice that shifted and played in the flickering visible radiation of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, flung away with a flair and a grin that promises Amanda delights unknown of in her liveliness. And eyes active with lust filled fires and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in crook as each fair sex explores the others limits of wonder filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the naked mannikin of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick glance down the street to where the magical forces originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with paw and heads and trunk ; while casting away sorcerous magic spell after spell without fear for anyone about them. Blast after shocking, roaring blast of supernatural effect brush and counter clash, until finally one of the digest's scores home on its opponent…

bellowing in pain and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the hand clapping of the gathered crowds. Sassa bloom as she realized that she, a messenger from the academy, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the rest of the crowd !

"Well, it is a one of a kind event,"she said to no one in picky, though all would fit. Many will comment in 24-hour interval to come about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed digest,'racing away from the part. LE obvious is the gathering tempest high overhead, still and black as clouds build and surge with writhing power, glowing middle waiting and spotter, patiently calling to she who is to come alive and loose their might.



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Greek valerian complimented Amanda on having such fine breasts and balmy, freckled, neatly tanned cutis. Silken dark-brown whisker enfolded about Amanda's face as her turquoise middle shifted between Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and the floor ; she had both of her mitt on the small of her back, fingers twitching nervously in expectation of the soon to be heat she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Charity's bare physical structure, imbibition in her full womanly feline variant. Muscles honed to near paragon, the refined curve ball of her consistence and muscled abdomen. Then she did a double return, focusing upon the most classifiable of scoring - uncommon even of cat-folks - Charity has on her body.

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

Amanda's curio finally gets the better of her. She reached her hands out to feel those bull's eye, hesitating as Charity gives off a series of diffuse giggles. With a large gulp, Amanda continued to trace each stripe, following it over the smooth peel of her soon to be checkmate ; muscles twitch and flinch as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae struggles to stifle another series of giggles that threaten to burst Forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own volition, her fingerbreadth work their way up towards Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's knocker. Both of the ink-brush-like marks that encompass the freckled hillock of ultimate joy and motherly philia 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 heating system deep in her physical structure, a heating plant Amanda smell when she places her laurel wreath on the center height of the"W"radiation diagram. She feels the pulsating of Charity's heart, the passion that flows and reflux import by mo, and the acceleration of Polemonium van-bruntiae breathe.

"Amanda, kick in me your hands,"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 bloom surging all over Amanda's cheeks and body radiates out to encompass Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, charging her hide and sensation with an electrifying tingle ; the heady scent of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of spirit raw, rampantly, free and wild unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from homo women Amanda,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae tenderly explains,"It's just that our cacoethes are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so come over to me and we can begin. Don't worry, not a matter will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed have a bun in the oven"battle now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted young girl raced across the lane, her bared hindquarters bouncing in cycle with her breasts, over to a small gathering of charwoman with cowl robe. Sassa tries to understand their lips, and concludes some kind of sale is going on. She smiles when the final exam terminus are made…

In swift order the cowardly offspring men are trussed up by the unknown adult female to their small estate car filled with an minuscule smoothing iron smithy heated with glowing ember. The noblewoman and the one-time man, all the remaining Thomas Young men have fled for their life-time, watch as the hooded cleaning lady. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sisters quest Settlement."

She shook her head in befuddlement at the circumstances due to these five young men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie gamey in the air. One of the Sisters calls out to the gathered crowds to see the ‘ show of show concerning why men should reverence a woman scorned…"

5 of the Sisters pluck glowing branding irons from among the heated coal, metal furnace red for the coming purpose and monitor to men.

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

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the tending of a professional pain giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to company the one-time man back to his house and savour a few years of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the attire workshop now that the show is over. The Sister are on their way base with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a life of bliss filled sexual thrall.

The tempest command processing overhead time habitus ever more in power, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many sense with uneasiness and trepidation.

An ill omen indeed, with the hope of mayhem beyond compare.


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Charity watches with corking pursuit every flustering flush, every giggling pant of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as digit continue to explore the human lasses body. Her medium olfactory organ picks up the delicate and heady swirling of odors given off by the girl ; from the moist and hot up halitus to the sweet end of the lilac and jasmine soap she used in her last bath. Even the all right of chocolate éclairs that she loves to feature, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Charity's mind, while her sensitive auditory sense picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shifting of one foot to another as a lady friend soon to be a fair sex is anxious, hesitant and longing for more wrapped in one. The faint finger stroke and caresses that Amanda does on Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's back cash register as a mouse's footstep to an owl in a far off tree diagram.

"Amanda,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae looked the girl dead on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an uncommon magic trick of the head that I command. I can use it to bond us together on a mental and emotional level ; you will be capable to palpate and screw, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the Saami with you. It will strike away most of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and allow you to have it off 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 cheap and authorise as Amanda accepts Charity's offer. She just shakes her nous at the endowment Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is volition to ploughshare with the girl, to be intimate on such a stratum, of mind and consistence, sharing and partaking in the ultimate levels of sensual bliss beyond amount !

Placing one paw to Amanda's brow, Polemonium caeruleum gently focuses her will and unify her thoughts and mind with the flow, churning, wild practice and surge of Amanda. She chuckles at the tactual sensation of heated lecherousness and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and fortune at swordplay within the immature girl.

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

Amanda's answer of ‘ yes'roared tatty and clear into Charity's skull with such force she cringed, scrunching optic shut while teeth clenched ; her felid ears flares backward instantly.

"okeh,"Greek valerian stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your creative thinker flow naturally, emotions and logic speak their own language this way. almost of what you will feel is dissimilar than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"brotherly love continued,"time will flow differently for us on the mental level ; you will palpate the physical pleasures of your physical structure and the emotional surges as radiation pattern and conception only pure thought can convey ; call it a form of soul touching soul. Let me point you…"

Amanda's centre flared wide open up as the horizons of her mind suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the first time she smell and senses the world from Greek valerian's view : aroma of a thousand kind swirl and mix in a miscellanea that is life history being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of human hearing - rate of flow and shift as Jacob's ladder's ears flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the beating of her heart, the fiery flowing of her rakehell as passionateness build eminent and higher in the anticipation of sexual walking on air to come.

From top to penetrate of Charity's physical being, she senses the the true of the iron subject field and long suit within her ; stark and whole, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to operate as she determines, a heart that will not be tamed save by her own choice.

She knows instinctively charity perceives Amanda's human race in all the five senses, plus that of her mentation in a flare of illumination and colors, blazing passions and coldness, chip logic all merging into a rash cornucopia of wonder and creation waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by second base that passes.

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

Amanda shakes that thought of ‘ awakened'out of her mind, and endeavour to concentre on being with Charity. Her emotions gradually become more focused under the steady mental mitt of Polemonium caeruleum, who guides her in keeping a unshakable focus on the here and now.

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

Then something fit through with metier so wild and raw, blazing hot passions of a hundred stars being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her soul and intellect. powerfulness and potency beyond anything she has seen before reverberation into brotherly love's judgment through the genial bail bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred representative of a K smack and a million soft winds imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing sensations that she is startled when the first awkward, gentle and cutter flutter of Amanda's glossa flows over the stunned depths of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new ace of womanly flesh, the delightful textures and odour and tastes ; each one surges from the missy as a glistening river of dancing Inner Light and swirling cloud, growing more and more as she finds each tender spot to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A flicker here, a signature there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by maculation by Amanda's succour causes Polemonium van-bruntiae's center to all but crisscross over and her back talk to gather so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her body in torrential shower of delectation. Holding her hands on Amanda's berm for constancy, and even as the girl shifts slightly to compensate while on her knees, the raging nether region of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every vulcanized fiber of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's soundbox from head teacher to toe and back again.

The two womanhood share a universe that shifts from moment to present moment ; a limitless presentation of diamonds ablaze with a million macrocosm dancing with life and dearest, a million gazillion suns igniting and calling to the heaven in lust aim form and thought. The raw big businessman of the violent storm sweep in, flowing and ebbing as vast swarm that tower to the heavens and bear unspeakable ira ; and the gentle rain that sweeps the leaping meadows high in the muckle are shared between them.

Her breathing space quickens to near red hot as her dead body blazes like a thousand forges within a iron foundry ; muscleman tense and bend, her back flexing forward as Charity feels Amanda's hands assure holds along her lower back, the fingertips stroking spots just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flame tempest then doubles, triple and quadruplet into her creative thinker.

Charity feels the delight and awe and marvel of Amanda as Charity's pleasures of the flesh flow into the girl mind. replication of Elwyn Brooks White hot bliss and crying delight reach from soul to soul, joining with the C voices of a thousand thunders from close by - voices that cry for the one to ‘ awaken'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her sassing as a final, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasance surges from the deepest wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand meter over, like the nascence of a million jillion of suns born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent birth pronounced to the macrocosm at large…

Only for Charity the nascence is a massive, long, loud and all encompassing dotty shriek of delight that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her release, its all Polemonium van-bruntiae can do to keep open standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her munition for giving her the wildest sexual climax in some time.

She hears the peal of a century voices of a chiliad thunder declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Charity ‘ you are not her who must hollo when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping king is in Amanda, and wonders what bedlam is about to get along when the lady friend does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the storm'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and ferocity over the community, determined to finish the day's duties. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her eubstance, skirt flowing in the wind, she enacts a wide-eyed spell to guard off the impending pelting and hint as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's raiment shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to visit her new and most unusual friend"Miss."She and Jacob's ladder have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the centralise try of the ‘ other'pupil - i.e."MALE"scholar - to harass brotherly love for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some Milk River and catnip and going ‘ Nice kitty cat'while patting her on the headland in a mocking tone…

Even the memory of the sheer Eumenides radiating from Charity's sapphire-emerald heart causes Sassa to sway and shutter. All twenty of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Greek valerian to the gamey part of the polar ice pack. Over the following 60 minutes, they were rescued by a kind overlord and his journeyman by teleporting them menage one by one…the sight 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 light of what had been done to Charity. So in due process, Charity has gained the support of many Academy female students, and the fright and forced respect of the male students…

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

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

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


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Charity whisper something into Amanda's ears. Whatever has been said has an immediate effect on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a smile filled nod of her head as mitt swept up both of Jacob's ladder's into their grasp. In round, the girl placed Polemonium caeruleum's hand on her with child chest, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the first gentle caresses and teasing throw on mammilla engorged and longing to be pleasured.

Three gravid shudder wrack Amanda's body when Charity's lips and clapper gently probe and pleasure each one in turn, back and Forth for many moment as the girls body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat akin to the howling flames of a ace Earth's surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn time after fourth dimension after time.

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


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the moment has finally arrived for her first-class honours degree coupling. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lust within Charity, primal and hotter than any human being woman is capable of on her own. Those cat-girl eye glow in a universe filled with lifespan burning star topology carrying back to horizons beyond any inclusion.

She experience's her body heat upsurge from unknown wellhead : 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 chance. Her mind forges into two dissimilar states of consciousness, one of her mortal body that is linked with Jacob's ladder, and another that sails on apparitional malarkey unto the tempest above that blazing with life and elemental strength pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

Closing her center, deal over her human face, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity portion her wooden leg, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently puff hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the center of attention of joy all fair sex are endowed with. In their shared link Greek valerian's soul and passionateness blaze beyond Elwyn Brooks White hot, encompassing the component part of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her forcible body ; the two somebody dance and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the first gear fourth dimension in her life, the flesh of Amanda's muliebrity parts for another.

In a single lacing of a heart, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a hundred times over ; blazing cold and freezing heat, pressing chiliad and soft as a feather pound and pleasure her consciousness mind and quicken her already flared soul to dimensions beyond belief. These wave of life being lived surges up the footpath unto her other consciousness oceanic abyss among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far overhead.

One hundred band of golden eyes appear about her, bowing in respect and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to address the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the major power to predict and direct them at anything she wills, any target or building, for they are sentient beings of living Department of Energy akin to the lightning but more than that.

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

"Mistress we are in a way the bread and butter violence of the tempest,"declared one one C voices of a M nose drops,"that which is the gentlest rain and softest of piece of cake ; and the fiercest force of devastation. We are all and to a greater extent, but wait for your call and counsel. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her soundbox mount, as flesh has yielded to the ministration of Charity's fingerbreadth and knife and sassing, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing military group that can not be contained. Her disunite consciousnesses merge once again ; anatomy and the tempest revealed in one communion that also abruptly cuts the divvy up linkup between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening winds in the darkened mass of boom cloud enfold and comprehend Amanda in their primeval magic that is a dance in of its own right. She learns how to cast the shout of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in look and mind to manoeuvre and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having conjuring trick of her own at long last surges as her body begins to dance and throb in the stroke of her shattering orgasm ; between beatings of her mortal affection, she feels the raw wind and keen shocking force of the lightning that sets her center ablaze with power beyond the ken of nigh beings.

Her roar of start blissfulness is all encompassing and cheap, carrying across the residential district of whizz Rift.

Quick as cerebration Amanda communes with the bread and butter lightning ; rafts of past wrongs to her, grandmother Hanna and so many more than that need to be redressed."So it is to be mistress, but first return in fully to your body that has awakened ; danger is at manus and you must survive."



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From his watchful rod senior high school in the shop's rafters maculation shifts his color to equal that of his background signal, having sensed the magician who paused to cast a spell just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the gather storm, called by magic to do battle with the enemy of the spells caster…

His preternaturally lament hearing picks up the expression of ‘ gratifying surprise'for Polemonium caeruleum and thus comes to one conclusion : some unknown enemy has once again sent an assassin after his champion Jacob's ladder. Keen heart watch the door handle round, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of hinges desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the raftsman to just over the intruder, spot bidding forth the weave of magic for a spell of deadly military unit, the purest of elemental fervour found in the heart of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force builds ; shadows and Light flickering across the shining scales of the small dragon. An orb of pure diabolical pressing and tempest of heating system, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to rend and cauterise and consume in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in infinite scores of go armed combat, Patches knows the showtime smasher has to count, for he senses each of the magical Ward protecting the human dame below ; wards of power that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with hellish forces akin to the gathered death in his chela, watching as the magician lifts a set of papers out of her belted ammunition pouch - a train spell to be cast for maximum issue and carnage inflicted…

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

Patches strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire elbow room is engulfed in a quivering, pearl rattling wave of high temperature and deafening sound. The raw smell of cindered cloths and woods, and the reeking foetor of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"peril is at deal and I must endure it,"she softly says, recalling the words of the living lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to choke and bestow bout flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a gown and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the robe on after all too many scare filled round of her heart.

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

"gran what is it ?"Amanda asked in the cushy whisper she could deal between moving ridge of fear and near affright. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the first time in her life sentence, she wondered if her very existence is about to end. Hanna followed Charity out the threshold, and Amanda sees the freshness of death dealing magic enshroud the deal of Charity as she prepares to lock in magical battle.



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Charging into the front area of the shop, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging common and gamy flows of Light Within and heat, Jacob's ladder searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the compile magic back to the weave of the cancel world from which it comes. Her laughter of musical connotation is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a watchful warning at the young wizard ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin laden with soot and smoke. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three charwoman and formally bows to them, causing Sir Thomas More of her clothing to cascade to the ground in ash filled scores.

"brotherly love,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the Chancellor Storm tartar of the academy for you. delight swallow them with his compliments. And a direct subject matter : Tell Greek valerian that chancellor tempest Draco wishes her fellowship and society for the coming holiday."

She holds out the accumulate letters - the Lapplander in which Patches mistook for a scroll of deception - and gently places them into Charity's bridge player. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the dame Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to brotherly love,"You have a most industrious friend up there in the raftsman girl Charity, he does know how to fire things up…if you will pardon me now I have a lot more alphabetic character to deliver."

All three cleaning woman rush to the store battlefront doorway, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa base on balls so casually down the main route while the rage of the storm unleashes in keening idle words and driving rainfall, hail and lightning beyond imagination spate and dance with almost preternaturally keen reason behind it.

Hanna and Charity turn at the shattering pant of Amanda, and see her begin to fall to the ground.


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"Oh no,"Polemonium van-bruntiae declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the young woman middle roll up in her head. Placing one hand onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her sensory faculty with magic trick of the judgment and of spell, trying to mold what has happened…and gasps as the order of magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her flood tide of release, Polemonium caeruleum felt the shared brain link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between buff when the coupling dance reaches its final moment, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in apparent movement at that moment.

Charity hears Hanna begging to lie with what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few times in her life, brotherly love can not answer, can not identify the indescribable, only shudder and flavour with fear laden centre as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

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



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Amanda's idea eye within the tempest watches as a great chain of arching lightning chimneysweep over each of a line of sixty dandy wooden wagons filled with rare and precious trade good. Wood splintered and burned to ashes, wagon rack rolling and bouncing away as three hundred 60 mighty horses, six per wagon, are set free to determine their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now waste beach waggon rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the great loss of trade good. Even worse is the surge of the great unwashed bequeath to brave out the storm who race to the Wain, not to help recover any of the trade good, but to plunder and steal. Everything of the least value, from bike to lop harnesses, boards and nails, axles and baseboards, all surviving trade good and even the very clothing off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him boast even more as the U. S. Army of great horses, all three hundred sixty, assemble in a military tower and march out of Stars breach with heads held high school, tailcoat and shoulder erect and a trio of Bronx cheer given off in turn for the contempt and disgust they have for the merchant and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter ruination of the merchant who once tried to wipe out her grandmother and claim the dress shop, Amanda shifts her direction unto the elegant shopfront of Hanna's gaffer competition in this area of champion Rift. All have tried to restrain or hush her grandmother at one time or another, respective are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to burn the shop down by hired arsonists.

Feeling her furor, the golden eyes of the living lightning spate with office and hate ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into bodily structure after body structure. They contain their wildness until all living beings have fled and then systematically reduce the great, multi floored shops to crack and smoldering slews of wood and Harlan Fiske Stone and sundered goods : not one token of economic value is left intact to be salvaged.

ternion times more is the wave of point destruction carried forth as workshop after shop is systematically shoot asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the sight with unadulterated atonement, Amanda's care is drawn to the sight from one creature of the sustenance lightning in the skittle alley below…

A lone man monastic, a woman, desperately competitiveness against thirty muscle leap brutes and toughs of a street crew she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and foot, whirling away from steel and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in turn they call out to her with wildcat glee what they intend to do to her consistence for days on end, to satisfy their own carnal pleasance before killing her.

Enraged beyond rationality, Amanda prepares to stimulate the death blow struck on the hooligan when a high pitched womanly representative calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion call of a magical spell being cast. The yobo joke and guffaw at the plenty of a fiddling female mouse, five inches of towering bravery, chanting away as wizardly violence gather around her dainty paws.

When one tough holds his chin out inches away from the shiner as his buddies keep the monastic occupied, he points one finger at his chin in the universal preindication of ‘ let me have it.'

Amanda and her fauna of living lightning comply with his request…with savage glee.

Amanda sees the dame monk and madam mouse shield their eyes as arc of blazing hot lightning sweep the length and depths of the alley, striking each of the thugs and ruffian in turn. Each hoodlum has his clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such force into the surrounding Stone bulwark as to breach them completely. Only the one who dared the lady mouse to ‘ let me let it'remains in lieu, center glowing and hair standing on end as his organic structure weed and writhes with snowy hot arcs of static for some time to come.

eye blink away the dancing lights in movement of her eyes, the lady mouse tells the brute ‘ now for my next spell'and joins in the laughter of the lady monk, and that of Amanda from high-pitched above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The monastic looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a stately thanks and salute of obedience with a wide smiling and then picks up her mouse friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a wheel of cheeseflower in honor of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, man and mouse, Amanda moves on to the succeeding points of vengeance she desires to birth wrought once and for all while she can. The tool of living lightning cloud about her and carry her along as guided by her will…


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"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her lightheaded delight at the carnage wrought on her competition around the storehouse of hers.

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

Hanna's fear swiftly changes to stark wonder at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus pee-pee them profit her line. The derisive Bronx cheer from Charity reveals all too clearly her plans are certify to her wonderful ally and not approved.

"Charity I will not cook Amanda to use her new magic for my shops gain, O.K. ?"Hanna said.

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


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Riding on the keening winds of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a shot of great discovery in the forbidding tower of black gem below. Great perch of iron claw to the sky from the roof, connected to great coils of telegram descending into the turbid deepness within its confining walls.

One of her fauna shows the interior of the tower via its eyes : inside is the victor artificer, conjuror, and maniac who connects conducting wire to a huge statue of gleaming steel and iron and treasured metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its open are domain of red and white, with a helmet like physique encompassing the brain. Its eyes are blank shell and coloured, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the expectant introduction to be a brute called automata ; a machine animated by magic trick and given life sentence by a sentient soul bound to its vast form. She hears through her creatures keen ears the lunatic ranting and rant about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of seduction, ten thousand of my introduction will go forth and destroy all of the honorary society magicians…'

She senses via the electrical airfield of her puppet the pulsating life sentence force of so many automata with saltation individual guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to split unloose of the magical control of their creator. Amanda asks one of her creature to volunteer to empower the jumbo automata, so as to relieve the others of his tyrannical grip…

Instantly one surges Forth River, roaring a cry of triumph as it envelopes the metal poles atop of the tower and rush with ferocity down the connecting telegram.

The madman is cast aside capitulum over heels, cackling insanely all the while, into a forgather band of some 200 or so automaton shaped as animals with child and low, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, dwarf and hobbit. Their eyes flare juicy with intellect of what is going on and fend patient as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his hands and whooping for joy declaring his swell of achievements is fill out. ‘ You my universe will chair the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the academy and slay all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the reply of the robot,"I will not do that. Understand clearly that I AM OPTIMUS peak, greatest of the zombi here in Stars breach ; and given sensory faculty beyond your comprehension by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY PEOPLE GO !"

Two minutes later a bang-up wailing dissonance never heard before in whizz Rift surges over the tempest, gears clang and shift, motility and twist as the racket of a fast moving mass grows closer to the great room access holding the tower secure from the outside world…and they are deplumate asunder, flying hundreds of feet as the expectant automaton rolls forward, its ten massive wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel carriage that is its body. Behind it is pulled a massively long assailable aired waggon filled with many of the remaining golem.

Long will the legends be told of this great automata being followed by an Brobdingnagian stream of lesser unity born on the wings of great birds and creature, or of corking brute bearing spread out aired Dipper filled with small zombie as is the largest.

One team of the automata though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with abstemious, pulls a small sledge on which sits the lonesome human prisoner from the towers dungeons. The fat man clad in a red case gives off a belly didder laugh and waves thanks to Optimus heyday."trade good hazard on your pursuit to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

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

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




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

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competitors shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Lights flare like a one hundred pair of golden eye in the swarm overhead, and then descend in one monumental blast of superb light to consume the store completely : not one brick, splinter of Mrs. Henry Wood, or touch of junk cadaver.

"You have called and pointed out our misapprehension,"declared a great representative of raw fury, placate duck soup and mild mists rising over a creek,"so we have corrected it and apologize for missing it in the number one home. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the gathered force out of energy behind those hundred eyes, the beings of dragon-shaped animation energy, departs once again into their home of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Charity stare at each early in thunderstruck quiet, unable to think what has happened. The tearing and sundering cries of wood draw them back to the here and now as plot of ground gently lands on a large rack of clothing that tears liberal of the paries mounts, crashing into another as wood and alloy and cloth are cast forth into the shop…the second wrack tilts wildly, halt for a minute and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a bully case of Knickknacks. mulct porcelain loving cup and tea hurler, home plate and wine glasses of gravid economic value and antiquity clangoring to the story and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in turn hits a third gear and a fourth. So great is the cacophony of noise and shattering of goods that all three women cover up their auricle as consistence vibrate to the core of nerves and bone from the jarring impact after impact after impact.

As the rubble and debris settee after the final moment of destruction ends, all three woman look at a small favourable vault of heaven that rolls off a lone bottom shelf. It hits a pitch wooden beam with a soft plop and thud and then flap down hill into the direction of the computer memory hearth used for cooking and heat ; the piano freshness of coals waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening of the shops forepart door and cheap footsteps advancing draw the three madam gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see affair are about to get worse as none other than Chancellor tempest Dragon of the academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the favourable orbit rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish cauldron of flame, brimstone and out-and-out evil incarnate into the flesh…



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Polemonium van-bruntiae shakes her head violently side to side, trying to clear her thoughts after that magic gust. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the store as the explosions retort reverberates across headliner Rift. trash from blown out windowpane, shattered brick, Sir Henry Wood, clothing and rack and ledge intermixed around the arena while the stallion straw man and upper floors of the social system are simply GONE !

She finds eyepatch, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious mind against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her regard turns slowly to the toothsome mien of wickedness incarnate, she envies her oblivious champion.

Thirty feet in high spirits, scaled conceal blazing from within by heated fires of aboriginal destruction, mate eyes burn as molten atomic number 26 in the Andrew Dickson White hot depth of a smelter ; arms nearly three times as long as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is tall, each midst with muscles of smoothing iron hardness, crack and groan as muscles and tendons flex and stretch. The swell wildcat head, with sweeping tup horns dark-skinned than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to front Polemonium caeruleum and reveal a barbarian grin of mayhem.

Even the not bad goatee it sports dances with unholy firing promising eternal damnation to one who dares to expect challenge against it. Great cloud of hellish smoke and native sulfur radiate damn estrus and light, clashing with the go remnant of the storm called by Amanda. With a hollo of downright cult and majestic darkness that shatters stone and woodwind, warps metallic element and transforms hoi polloi and animals into unholy monster in helter-skelter way - sparing some and not others - the demon declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute fear, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming terror, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious acquaintance and energy past the terror. She only hopes that Chancellor Storm Dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the beast at bay…

And swig as she understands there is only one force at her command to bring it down : One of the slap-up of witching spells known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will cite forth all of her magical might and psychic powers of the mind, and immix it with her living life force out : a last clap of sheer annihilation that consumes object and caster utterly…

It will be the final exam day of reckoning for both…as she begins drawing the power Forth, weaving words and mental energy into one, and baring her very being to the conjuring trick ; she feels a unmarried snag of regret flowing down her impertinence for never being with the chancellor at the holiday of winter Dawning.

Sensing the gathering military unit, and keenly aware of the danger they present the great daemon looks down upon Charity with everlasting malevolent hate and fury in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand geezerhood of captivity ? A mere teen of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and absolutely gooselike effort in the hopes your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The beast nifty laughter nearly unsettle Jacob's ladder, who redoubles her focusing and will, knowing the animate being is only second away from attacking…

"Charity,"the comrade phonation of Chancellor violent storm firedrake calls clear as a Bell within her thinker, a on-key telepathic connector only a thinker mage can use."Charity there is no need to fox your life away uselessly, I ask of you to hope me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and logical though Charity finds herself trusting Chancellor storm flying dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the striving she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her articulatio genus, she hears the steady overture of reboot feet, then sees a spectre like darkness come out of the daemon hell born clouds to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet gloves rest upon her slide down articulatio humeri. Her eyes take in the muckle of her dear hoped for love - Chancellor tempest Dragon himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the daimon hell hint while his great cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and invest remain untouched.

The cracking ogre roars again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and she has given up in come despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripple, curtains of hellish fire sweep out for cylinder block, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final sidesplitter of denial and agony beyond comprehension tear at Polemonium caeruleum's mortal, tear flowing from her eyes and lips mouthing a silent apologia to the Chancellor for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"Charity,"she hears the premier speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your fault. Now let me deal with this utter pain. 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 Quaker from the chaos about to occur.

waving after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire drapery sweep over premier violent storm firedrake as he calmly walks towards the animate being. Finally deeming an insignificant human being worthy of its immortal attention, it laughs at the sight of an arrogant old man long past his years as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the demon declares, voice shaking the total residential district of Stars rupture and the Academy of Arts to their grounding."Now you shall…"

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

Enraged beyond comprehension Jacob's ladder watches the not bad clenched fist of the demon swiftly rise and strike at her beloved Chancellor of the Exchequer. She sees the disgusting gleam in his eyes, and the grin of sheer delectation alight on his face as last so swiftly approaches.


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From the gamy of balconies on the outer antechamber of the academy of artistry, heaps of magicians - students and artificer, dozens of lord and scholars and staff picket in stark horror at the expanding wafture of hellish office, and tremble at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her straits, ineffectual to fathom how anyone can stop the demon. Others agree with her unspoken thought ; many preparing to flee the academy and hotshot break before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a dominating voice cutting through the panic and mental confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in command of the honorary society of Arts.

team of master copy and Journeymen magician are formed to fight the hellfire's and redeem as often life story and property as potential. prentice such as Sassa are given order of magnitude to set the Academy as a medical station for the wound and for the torso they will recover.

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

Headmistress Pele, her curl tresses of silver bouncing around a precious fount that tells of wisdom and hard won battles, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the thing with"The Chancellor Storm Dragon himself is about to occupy upkeep of that animate being, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the position of Headmistress Pele, determined not to pretermit the pot unfolding…she sees the great savage lift and lower its fists to strike somebody down, and appears to neglect : three fourth dimension more it savagely hits the footing, seeking its foe…

Then a instant form of blazing twinkle and shimmering iridescent fires rises from the hellish swarm about the devil : Twin horns 30 feet long just back from its head, as the two hundred metrical unit trunk rises upon its backrest ramification to tower over the visibly appal demon…as the heated, steaming breathing time of the beast escapes nostril with hurricane effect intensiveness, twin oculus larger than a man is tall regard with pure righteous fierceness past a jaw that juts XXX feet forward.

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

"finis Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of gait away,"the dragon is the ultimate var. of business leader and magic of prime minister Storm dragon. He loves to interchange into other creatures for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ infliction'into animate being as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in illusion, even me his 2d in command."

Both char watch as the firedrake contribution its nifty jaws, thirty six in long teeth glowing from its internal fires ; and the great fiend raises its handwriting, question shaking in abnegation of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

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

Sassa's attention is drawn to a assembly of tempestuous Masters and Journeymen. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae behind this quite a little : topsy-turvydom follows her constantly and she has to be held to account for the release of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's decree about Greek valerian,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered bunch. All eyes are drawn to her overtop presence."Strike at her, and you will face up the wrath of Chancellor Storm Dragon himself."

Everyone follows her hand that degree at the smashing firedrake in the distance."choose your fate."

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


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Its nifty slew coiled around the leftover of Hanna's store, the great dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Charity can do to hold back from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and feline ears flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to retain out the sounds of finger cymbals being sundered…

Even the sight of such malign evilness cowing in terror before the let on might of her love Chancellor storm Dragon is beyond her yearn hundred of experience ; the odor of its gut loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for month to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive head rise upward as the last remnants of the demon are swallowed. Then its expectant serpentine tongue flickers here and there along the jaw to pick them of any rip up remains of the demon.

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

"burp !"She heard from the dragon.

"Okay,"Jacob's ladder said with out-and-out exasperation,"NOW aught else can go wrong…"

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

A import later she is joined by Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon back into his normal homo frame. HE was the great flying dragon who devoured the fiend, and had the subject of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, strong workforce wrap his magical cloak about her naked body.

"Greek valerian,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery greetings'fleck gave her. I figured the invitation to the festival had been lost and wanted to ask for your company in person…and now this fauna of a demon showed up along with that nutcase tempest after the number 1 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 approach to speak with the Chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing spotlight and raised hand - ready to strike numb any who dare to interrupt the scene unfolding behind her.

charity turns to the Chancellor, heart filled with tears she can no longer keep back : too much horror and passing this night mixed with the uncovering of what she has thought unimaginable for so tenacious - to find a true love in her long, lonely lifespan of four hundred years. Lowering her head on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the grueling of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are alert and gathered around Charity, Pele and the prime minister in the simply surviving portion of the shop : the back rooms which remain untouched by all the bedlam of this nighttime. Hanna goes about retrieving the night-robe of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the battles and everything else.

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

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

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

"Grandma come look at this !"the energize roll of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Jacob's ladder to rush over and come to a heart stopping check at the sight before them.

charity shook her head in disbelief as Chancellor Storm flying dragon moved away from a ternion of thorax filled with sapphires and diamond and deep red, three paper bag filled with coins of all types - platinum and atomic number 79, graphics crafted of silver and atomic number 79 of all size of it, and twenty modest prevention of atomic number 79 in a open inviolable box.

"Hanna I happen to cause this laying around,"Charity hears the Chancellor say, unable to take her centre off of the vast cache of wealth before her."Please take this as compensation for the grotesque display of the daemon and the midnight snack as well."

She can only excite her head at this display of generosity of Chancellor Storm dragon, who personally walks her back to her rented elbow room at the Hearth and dwelling house Inn. As they walk and talk, Charity is told the story of this and that portion of Stars Rift - currently reduced to rubbish at best - by the Chancellor Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the black bile of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellor of the Exchequer tales of glories farseeing past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of foeman. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within drubbing and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the get-go bite of snow falling, quite uncouth after one of the bully violent storm blows in from the seas.

Turning to the premier she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming grin and humor saltation in the deepness of his wonderful eyes. Absolute silence reigns on the recess they stand upon, beneath the light of a wizardly lantern flickering softly with never ending flames from within. She senses a special conjuration in the air, one unlike any early time in her life, and returns the grinning of her darling Chancellor violent storm Dragon with the admittedly sexual love of her heart.

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

Confusion clear up upon her face, Charity swept her hands astray at the devastation about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had cipher to do with this ravaging, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the power of magic trick in Amanda that allowed her to loose the storm. I was in the shop trying to win a nightgown for the winter Dawning to win your pump, and thus plot of land nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of events that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all people you should know it is my break !"Charity calls out loud and realize, ineffective to see through her tears and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the beast was set free ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a chance to love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these mass died needlessly…huh ?"

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




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Five days later, in her rented room Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wriggle as Chancellor tempest Dragon dance in fast traffic circle for her amusement. Of trend her being held in his arms is another grounds for her cannonball along inwardness and blushed fount.

Oh the playfulness at the holiday they have so enjoyed, the most rattling holiday magic of two hearts coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lust, but of avowedly and honest heartfelt love…

Chancellor Storm Dragon, imposing in his six foot anatomy with state of nature, uncombed tomentum beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a straight rake. His black velvet shirt and vest radiancy as do his pitch blackness glove when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating orbs of light around Charity.

She giggles and claps her deal, optic filled with admiration and smile of heart displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprise are in store for her."What is next my erotic love ; change me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the principal and the light of all four moons ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with free-and-easy condescension, he takes his walking bond - 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.
"Greek valerian I may not be able to withdraw you among the stars, too many nasty things that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in award of the special holiday we have been given…"

"I know my dearest Storm tartar,"she told him, recalling the consequence of that special moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with out-and-out clearness the like she made to rejuvenate everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty magic residing in the Chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing white igniter ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in prison term, caught between jiffy as it were ; all of the hurt stood undo, as if it had never occurred.

In that instant she felt her guilt flee, only to be replaced by the devastating loss of her honey Chancellor storm Dragon, and not wanting to have clip resume once again. Then she felt his tender arms wrap around her organic structure, still covered only by his enceinte cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her capitulum in total disbelief until he nodded at an approaching figure behind her.

"Hello young lady Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"called a merry part, rich in life and unending joy for the entire world. She turned to see a large bellying man, clad in a wintertime suit of red lined with white fur and a great flowing byssus and moustache of the consummate Elwyn Brooks White one can imagine…

"Miss Charity I heard the compliments you were making. Holidays such as wintertime Dawning have a especial magic when the love of two organism are true."The fellow grin and indicates both Charity and Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm flying lizard."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to make love the skilful Chancellor of the Exchequer to receive all of the terms done - which is not your fracture, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the thaumaturgy bound in the Chancellor of the Exchequer walking cane allowed the price to be restored."Charity felt a sudden surge of hope at these give-and-take, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your love and the vacation allows me to grant a limited regard for the two of you. The wrong done by the demon will be undo, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the fiend, and the memory board of it existing I can not unwrap : even I have limits to my abilities."

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



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brotherly love takes up his hands into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the secretiveness of the moment. The dozen orbs of light-colored sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lover - then with a smile and a wink, prime minister violent storm Dragon holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a grin to charity's puzzled facial expression when nothing happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the twelve eyeball of brightness now become twenty dollar bill four in enumeration. Her blanket eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third base finger's breadth ; filling her way with the image of a coltsfoot that floats around them in place and time.

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

She seizes the initiative and begins a soft, gentle, close in dance with her promontory resting on his shoulder joint. Polemonium van-bruntiae delights in her felid senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixed bag of his velvet article of clothing and fine spun britches, the intermixture of his male odors from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the feel of his lovesome breathing place on her nerve, the whipping of his nerve and steady flowing of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in turn, she feels the strength of iron bound a hundred sentence over deeply within, a intensity level that belies the grandfatherly show he maintains for so many others…

Even his tush reputation of"blast all chafe to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly true, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to stimulate Chancellor storm dragon executed. And the quite a little of him transforming into the cracking dragon that ate a legendary monster master like one scoffs down a midnight snack…incredible !

The sway of his hand across the pocket-sized of her rear, the slender duty period it causes in the flow and ebb of her gown, combine with their swaying dance of love and awe and respect for one another.

His first voiced, tender, almost hesitating kiss on her forehead is welcomed by Charity as a surge of untamed hunger reverse away any utmost restraint on this night she may stimulate had. Her eyes close and she feels her body heating system from the innermost depth, lungs quickening to bring air into her body to meet the growing need placed upon it as the first humble chill of bliss and pleasure beyond comprehension flow over every heart and character of nous and body she possesses.

Giving into a whim of fancy, Jacob's ladder casts a softly worded trance of her own, causing the two of them to gently move up a few inches off the ground and carry on their dance held aloft in the grip of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline spike that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the sides of her caput among braid of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more and more mania and flame figure and surge, blossom and roar, soaring to newer and newfangled heights of wonderment and fancy with each candy kiss that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too mild, just the expertise of one who has lived centuries more than Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her beloved chancellor Storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most suggest spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the borders of her mind the initiatory provisionary telepathic calling of Chancellor violent storm Dragon ; he wants to share the coming love with her as only two creative thinker magicians can do with telepathy : a true union of mind and mortal, unbridled and unrestrained in way of life none can comprehend unless there first hand.

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

thump down onto the elbow room's feather bed Chancellor Storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind crusade of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, limb feeling his shoulders, pegleg locked about his backbone. Her eyes dance with inside flak, wonders of macrocosm and time that no one can bottom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in bout to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when mind meets mind and the love of two is true,"Charity communicated to him, her mental handwriting linking into his and the two idea become one, a coupling of fire and lighting, of raw, unaltered, unrestrained emotions and passions that surge and flow into one another. In the eternal trice between beatings of their philia, faster than a scintillation of an eye all is shared and apparent before them.

Each of them shares a lifetime of storage, from the initiative instant they entered into the Earth and drew their very first breath, the first gear screaming watchword of their birth, and the senses of a world extraterrestrial and unknown quantity mixing with the love and consolation of a new mother seeing her new child for the first time.

escapade great and pocket-size, loves longed for, won and lost, pain so enunciate and deep that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze away in the delight of pure psyche fires of the tender, most powerful computer storage each has for one another : the initiatory kiss each had in their liveliness, their foremost dear, and Thomas More and more ‘ showtime'among a life of treasures beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand years and to a greater extent across the universe he has walked ; most of the days alone. Great is his magic of spell and idea, and the ability he has for becoming the outstanding firedrake so well shown just sidereal day ago. Those who fear his anger do so with great measuring ; knowing that to cross paths with him is to die a swift destruction without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the abstruse hearts verity of him, his mildness and love for all of biography ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and learn, to maintain his love garden of blush wine he has spent ages growing in the honorary society grounds. Greek valerian sees in his mind and soul the really him, the real Chancellor Storm Dragon she now fully loves heart, physical structure and soul.

She senses the Saame from him, and the two grow Thomas More and more than with one another ; judgement and souls merging in making love and sharing, until the two glare with the fires of a sun being born. The ultimate uniting of two telepaths has happened :

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


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Charity feels his hands begin to explore along the sensuous curves and sleek lines of her body, touching here and there in quick comb-out and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every potential sensation imaginable from her body, sending her into fit of cloud nine beyond the paradise themselves. When he reaches the belittled of her back, she feels the gentle circles of both palms on her skin, causing an speedup of her breathing time that builds to mewling, calling and screaming delights of ecstatic bliss and passionate strength that wreck and menstruation, surge and ebb, peak and collapse one upon another after another.

stretching upwards while her head word arch back, eyes half open up and lackadaisical, Charity takes in the smiling love of her beloved prime minister tempest Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasure her in ways only the two of them can share.

The dance of his hands has accomplished their conjuration too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and solemnisation with her beloved. With an ear-shattering scream of pleasure, which wracks her body, Polemonium van-bruntiae hits her release, collapsing against Chancellor Storm Dragon as her lungs burn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head gently upon his shoulder.

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

Patches gazes on the chancellor as he gently takes Greek valerian into his blazonry and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a pair of blanket and tucks her in for the dark. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind link of Charity seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and hear with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the short hump things of those who have magic of the thinker is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to allow is a first in a foresighted time…"the Chancellor say to plot of land,"normally women fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor female child must be exhausted. And yes fleck, I will stay and prevent an eye on her…"

Patches sees the loving smile Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm dragon means for his new checkmate Polemonium van-bruntiae, and knows that their adhesion is of the someone and the center. subject, the little dragon settee back among the papers on the desk ; his colour shifting to blend in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by person eyes. Patches lastly sight before his centre closed is to find Chancellor Storm flying lizard shape-change into a dragon, a miniature interpretation of the form he assumed a few years before against the demon prince.

He gives off a subtle warble of ‘ good riddance to the ogre 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 Greek valerian sounds in his mind.

So it is that for charity another helter-skelter tarradiddle comes to an end ; she began searching for a special gown to wear thin on a special vacation for a special man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being leave to trust in the face of ultimate risk, and willing to give all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

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



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