Among the greater world are untold numbers of dimension, domain, stars and civilizations ; a thousand thousands of beingness wander the secret ways and track that link them - merchandiser, heroes and villain, explorers and explicators, keepers of closed book and those who uncover the Same. All are known regardless of their metal money and origin by a collective name : The Planes-walkers.

On domain where these fashion and paths converge, community arise, each as unique as the organism who dwell there ; the residential district of headliner Rift is no exclusion. It notorious above all others as a position of commerce and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraint on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by effect of arms.

People of many specie, worlds, trades and the alike are to be found. Ten times as many pile being forged and ten to a greater extent clip the same of betrayals, patch, and revenge. And yet among this seething pond of violence and pure mayhem waiting the stripped twinkle of flaming to ignite, order does exist…for one sole reason…

The honorary society of the humanistic discipline, its sweep up construction over three miles on a incline and reaching 100 of flooring into the sky, dominates the entire mass of Stars Rift. Famed for its libraries, museums, residence hall upon unending hall of treasures and art beyond imagination, they produce the all right of diplomatist, scholars, teacher and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the bully of all, chancellor Storm firedrake, who keep the topsy-turvydom of superstar Rift in relative fiat. The rules for those seeking to advance schedule and programme in the community are very simple, example extreme tending, for when some unknown line is crossed you will face the Academies magicians, and be warned once…after that is compendious annihilation.

Today, the dweller of superstar break care not about the Academy, spell battles or the close at hand disintegration of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumble of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great clouds subspecies in from the view, clawing in great editorial for the sky while building ever deeper in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling volume that dances with hellishly intense bluish-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these dandy tempest, claiming that there is a guiding sentience to them ; as many have seen in their profoundness of blackness sets of golden eyes that search and try someone. This has occurred time and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the initiative deep and echoing calls of big H strait, the clarion song that the season of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scramble for any shelter they can discover. Teamsters shout and curse at their tipple animals, desperate to get their police wagon of goods and cargo under cover, all the while the rent guards around them watch for any would-be thieves bent on making a fast snatch of the Lapplander goods.

Merchants whose workshop are not fronted by the great, arching covered walk of the market quarter close up, bolting Windows and doors, hoping that when the storm ends, the store will be intact and business can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community of interests, the Cat-girl known as Charity ( and by a few thousand other, less choice or proper insulting figure ), the storm takes second place next to the selection of the rightfield surgical gown for a most special holiday coming up in five Thomas More days.

All she wants is enough meter to pick out her gown. And not own anything else go wrong, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of great flush, and true danger…and chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like charity can understand.


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Charity, thaumaturgist and practitioner of the rare mental legerdemain known as psionic's, learner and adventurer among the creation at large, not to bring up being - in her own words -"the cutest cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of way, just a modest piffling dress shop near the Hearth and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent occupant.

She stands before a full phase of the moon length mirror and ponders the muckle shown : optic of emerald-sapphire hues filled with liveliness and untamable wildness. fragile freckle adorn her sonant brass and accentuate her buoyant little nose. Her exquisitely feline ears swish back and forth as of their own violation, drawn by the faintest of sounds. Right now they alternate between flaring apartment backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity puffs, and comforter, and puffs yet again, in vain to travel an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.

Her lithe mannequin flows and dances about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of pilus back in place. So bang-up is the effort she finally engages in a fill out whirl that sends her crashing onto the floor in a mass of female feline fury.

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

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

She wonders how well they will do with the coming holiday of winter Dawning, the number 1 day of winter and of the New Year… and so a good deal more…

The traditional kickoff day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing collaborator of all gender and species. There are no barriers of course of instruction, culture, social standing or kinfolk kinship restraining any such sexual union ; yet there are among the epicurean pleasure seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming vacation brotherly love is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose heart she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing bloom flowing over her face, cervix and even up over her ears : clear sign of sheer plethora. Her friend and owner of this little dress shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Charity's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her sylphlike feminine feline form ; her forbearance finally runs out after a few More second, and asks Hanna to go and get some stifle in high spirits, flannel furred rush brotherly love had seen up on the secondment floor earlier today.

Standing atop a belittled footstep feces, Charity shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the fine silken nightie of thick sea Green River and blue sky, embossed with golden dragons swirling around her articulatio coxae, torso and breasts, fits. The sleeveless and strapless gown hugs each sensuous curve and feature on her body, while the skirt flows around her legs like water system in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

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

boot off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both munition high into the air and straining the gowns textile to the nigh breakage point. She slowly turns in a half circle to face the shopfront windowpane and all of the departure fundament traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the nightgown crushes against her white meat, revealing all of their enshrouded wonderment to some carpenters passing along. Greek valerian smiles at each of them in turn, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to dance and bat about as a inscrutable butterfly from a far off hobo camp. Four more fourth dimension she does this in quick order, shifting her weapon system and body to forestall balance the movement with an easiness belying the branding iron field and persuasiveness possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a lust filled, coyish wink while his center remain locked upon her covered boob ; and in a moment of pure mischief, teases the sharpness of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of luminance and shadow always at turn. Then shakes her question as the carpenter slams into a porch financial support post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse gutter.

Her disbelief grows when a rushing paddy wagon throws a wheel in its herdsman haste to beat the storm to shelter. The four horses pulling it bout free of their harnesses, racing off with wild laughter on the jazz as the drover dives clear of the collapsing station wagon : the loading of which is a load of manure that shall never arrive at its final terminus this day.

Instead it lands in wide upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse public treasury, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so advanced to the world around him. So unassailable is the melodious odor of his, that all of the green plant life for XXX pes suddenly grows in a plethora of surging life, sprouting leaves, flowers and new fruit and seed for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her understood dance of seduction, Charity's body flows in one amazing move after another : graceful leaps and crook, short twist followed by sweeping kicking and twirl. She knows there is one former watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae also knows the the true of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's heart ; a yearning and Bob Hope that the fille has not yet found the courage to recognize she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick trice that sends the girlfriend into a charge of fluster shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one hired hand on her hip, Charity raises the other senior high school command overhead with fingers spread unto the heavens. Her head leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a mild crescent embodiment ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the genu. She takes the left wing foundation into her go away hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third time before leaping high into the air.

Her pedigree is a perfection of motion and feline goodwill, landing so lightly on the step stool not even a mote of dust is to be observed. For many minutes Charity move but slowly, calmly, with her heart closing and ear flat on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex pattern of convolution, traffic circle, suddenly and foresighted thrill of her ramification and motions with her arms to balance her motion.

Yet no matter how she moves or the patrons of the depot watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her well-nigh intimate of areas under that flowing dame, they do not win. She is in complete control over her body and that of the surgical gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to present off more than she desires to accept shown.


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poor Young Amanda can not keep her focus, torn between the terpsichore of Greek valerian, and that of the crowd assemblage outside the shop class display windows. So many multitude wanting a glimpse of a skipper of the dancing at free rein, they do trust for more than to designate of brotherly love - say a closet malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday suit to the world.

Amanda has an Twelfth day and quickly goes to the front door. She allows a limited issue of people in for a base fee and the unconditional hope they keep quiet at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their madam companions or spouses.




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As formidable as Charity is with magical piece, she is more so with the rare magic of the psyche. As her dance draws her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the well of psychic energy deep in her being. This energy she uses to fudge the very corpuscle of air and detritus that swirl about her, causing them to flux in new itinerary and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathering in the soft gasps of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber pilus flow a shimmering, gleaming river of brightness. A million one thousand thousand of baseball field with a thousand 1000 of precious stone interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

pulling her weapon in tight to her bureau, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought alone the motes of light source to shift and spin with her. coloring flare and budge, saltation and intertwine, one with another in an unending curtain of iridescent flame. She even keeps her focus when, opposite to the assurance given to Amanda, the gentleman's gentleman in the crowd begin to publish lust filled calls and requirement for all wear on Charity to come in off.


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Amanda watches Charity with the farthermost captivation, until one of the lady companions of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ peculiar item.'Listening carefully to the desired monastic order, a toll is reached and sealed with a shake and twin wicked grins of sadistic mirth. Amanda rushes into the back room to call back the sought item.

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


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At long finale Charity comes to a period with a flair of the melodramatic - arms cast high gear overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smiling on her facial expression. That smiling turned into a coy grin as her hair flopped over her face and spike, and the gown surrendered to gravity in one mighty rush ; drawing many loud bang and delight pennywhistle at the batch of her strip breast, honed abdomen and the silken undergarments being worn.

"figure of speech,"she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

Her gaze extends to one corner of the gathered mass of howling men. She sees the freeze off ma'am's becalm attack onto her clueless gentleman comrade. Polemonium caeruleum softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another round of lust burning at the stake and lecherousness crazed frenzy, as they call for the display to proceed, and offer to ‘ lend a paw or other dead body parting as required for her performances…'

Jacob's ladder scolds the men :"Now gentlemen, you have lady and wives and Paraguay tea that should be having your undivided aid right now. You have shamed yourselves with these caper and need to make it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the unseasoned valet 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 town ; my Scripture is law, and nil 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 assail man gives off a serial publication of mewing, moaning, groaning and deplorable sounding cluck. The sheer pain surging into his brain from the crushing of his chestnuts with an branding iron poker becomes sweep over, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the storey.

Two of the men turn from Greek valerian's scolding, looking at the man on the floor with gain annoyance at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their lady companions about the man and receive a unify thumb down from all the char, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looks, one man near the movement door silently holds it unfastened. The two gentlemen take up their broken fellow traveller up in their branch, and summarily sky him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the inadequate distance to bang bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously ill-scented mixture of manure and weewee.

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

He makes it to the far side of the street, only to be summarily hit with a III of lightning deadbolt from above. Staggering, a rampaging ruck of manic butt stampede over his body, leaving an endless series of cloven hoof prints upon his back. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop class, and crash against the wall gasping for breathe…until a pack of 100 mongrel mutts come along and, in good turn, christen him in the common way of such mutt.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's workshop turn from charity and unto the pooh-pooh Lady. They nod and give her a military greeting of three ‘ hear hears,'and a cycle of hand clapping, before giving their single attention to their female companion. pair by couple, they bow to Charity, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most Divine show and then depart on their byplay of the day.

Amanda hears the unite chuckle and melodious giggles of her grandmother and Charity from the blushing alarm of the untried fille. All of her years of being teach proper decorousness, idiosyncrasy, diplomatic negotiations and all the ‘ stuff a proper Lester Willis Young peeress who will inherit a wonderful workshop must hump,'never gear up her for such a presentation of mixer interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a gown to Polemonium van-bruntiae, who catches it with a elegant bounce 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 accept someone as wild and chaos followed as Polemonium van-bruntiae can command such grace and ability.

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

"Charity you're good for business whenever you do these little show. In the adjacent week or two my business will double over or treble and I will need to hire another seamstress or two just to keep up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Charity's longing gaze to the ultimate award of her store : a rare gown made of filmy silk - said to be the stuff of dreams and butterflies breathe mixed with the commencement auditory sensation of a blossoming flush in spring.

"Gossamer silk,"charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of people of colour, patterns and flowing pictures that emerge and fade on the open. At one point in time, the magic woven into the textile displays twin lot of great dragon at gambol, hopping from swarm to defile so far above the earth.

"Dear girlfriend if you…"Hanna began until Charity's upheld handwriting stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the surgical gown. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a headmaster at the honorary society of artistic creation,"she said, her vox filled with resignation."It's not my lot in living to know such wealthiness or point of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray heraldic bearing tea, banger, cheese and a master of ceremonies of other toppings to snack upon. She loves to hear the interminable tales of Charity's adventures, seeking thaumaturgy and lost traditional knowledge, artifacts of huge power and of unsafe colossus from exotic piazza ‘ over the Alfred Hawthorne next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with question after question, especially about the swirling luminousness that came near the end of her saltation !

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

Charity explained to Amanda that some magic can be taught ( such as that of magical tour ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the thaumaturgy of the mind ) ; the latter thinker conjuring trick she avoids going into item about, as few in the neighborhood of Stars severance defendant she has such abilities.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a sec being is lay out, one who is in all aspects the equal of Charity in wizardly spells and the magic of the mind…Patches, the small dragon companion of Charity for most of her four centuries of joyfully chaotic life-time. All three women look to the forgotten tray of snacks and see speckle, whom is slightly tenacious than a human forearm, finishing off the lastly of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the vision of Charity leaping about, clearing material racks and bouncing off display cases in a desperate frenzy to catch her old acquaintance. The two know of charity's fondness for cheese, and watch as she stops meter and again, to see if her keen hearing can pick out his swooning footsteps or wing meter. terror after dire terror she makes at him, more in laugh than of any seriousness, only to redouble in decision and fury when Patches dumps a picture of water not once, but three clock time over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her president and sits down upon it knockout, propping both of her foot on another and fuming in unsounded rage. All that she wants is to find a gown for the coming holiday, and then to enjoy Winters Dawning.

"Charity my dearest girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't terror it's already been checked out long ago by another magician and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some sort of fireworks gunpowder, though the feel he summoned to confirm this called the poppycock ‘ 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 schematic gown, frilly lacing and stockings made just so - picayune middle and osculation on then as well ? Oh and that one garter you wish to have - this is not like you at all."

Hanna homes in for the putting to death when Charity's flush and consternation seminal fluid in full touchstone."Oh ho, so that's it. secure old shirt and britches not skilful enough now ? audio like someone has caught your fancy after all, or to a greater extent like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor storm Dragon, the principal of the Academy of the Arts ? people say you and him have been spending clip together lately…"

"wellspring,"Charity began,"he has promised to send me some letters to the store today. It's the well-situated way to find out me…I go through so many vesture with the chaos I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the pupil I know there is on courier duty and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a minute as senses keen to the subtlest works of trick phone call out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging outside. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no estimate as the feeling is just that, a strong natural warning.

Charity takes the moment she has to exercise out a plan to hold Hanna and Amanda off safety device and out of her dear biography. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor Storm Dragon over the in conclusion few weeks.

It is true that prime minister tempest Dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to share a meal…every clock time he arrives its in a different guise - once a genii, or a groovy bird that flew in via the door before transforming into his normal ego, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off kingdom. The time he tried to fly in on a wizard rug caused no end of pandemonium when the Inn's door was destroyed upon discovery that it was too narrow to permit the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each meeting - a book of lore or history, of small-scale magical spell once ( fit for a journeyman necromancer and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half dozen magical baton made by him that pulsated with sleeping power trench in their chip at wooden contour. More important, as they talked about small things in each others life sentence, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the stern ‘ instantly blast you to disperse'man of his most fearsome reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very distinct, well mannered, well connected merchants and monger in magic curios to gather with Charity. In this mode, she has begun to craft wizard goodies, unsubdivided trinkets really, along with some true items of power - such as wands and magical spells, which have dramatically increased the funds for research and necessity such as tax shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. charity began with a tarradiddle of dreams, Bob Hope and desires fuse and woven about rumors of her and the Chancellor. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a fourth dimension from others. The one thing she can not run from is the veneration she will never win his beloved in the end, that fate will doom her endeavour to failure one more clip in her yearn, lonely life.

"Greek valerian my love girl, a enquiry, or if you will, a stage business offer,"asked Hanna, her mannerism suddenly becoming very serious.

Polemonium caeruleum nodded for Hanna to go forward, wondering what effect of chaos and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ chaos and carnage'are all too often the net outcome of any business pass she gets swept up in during her centuries of life.

lottery her leg up under herself, brotherly love patiently waited for Hanna to conglomerate her thinking. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not guide brotherly love long to understand what the ‘ concern offer'would be about : the world-class union of Amanda with another soul. In principal rupture, this is not an strange custom, where a defender or parent arranges such matters ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Polemonium van-bruntiae has participated in more than once, usually to see to it the tear gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the vernal dame she received a expression of impassioned indignation in answer."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about women ; so I am wondering, as wintertime Dawning is nearly at deal and to participate she must be mated, if you would aid out."

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

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

"Good, and so that we have a flock, name your terms brotherly love, if it's in my great power to apply you have it…"her centre skipped a beat when she followed Polemonium caeruleum's gaze over to the scrubs and singlet of gossamer silk. The soft fabric shimmering in the light-headed playing across it captivated all three women for a abruptly time.

"Fair enough, plenty for deal."Hanna clasped Charity's hand and explained that Amanda's room is in the vertebral column of the building. This drew a stream melodious giggles from Jacob's ladder as the girl understood that the ‘ big consequence'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

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

From high school above in the store raftman, Patches warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic way : Do not worry, I will not grant anything to happen to the shop while other matters are being dealt with. Any would be stealer who comes in will regret it for the short difference of their miserable and spurious lives.

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



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Sassa grunted under the weight of her recent legal transfer, all she wants correct now is to be rid of the last piece of ground and missive contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such uncorrected thoughts, counting that she is a messenger, contrabandist, student to Headmistress Pele and minor magician as the intimately of destiny to occur in the eighteen eld she has lived.

"Next time,"she whispers to herself,"never, ever, Tennessean for Sir Thomas More deliveries than anyone else near the holiday of Winters Dawning. I wish I could coldcock this bag into a rubbish dump or some blazing flaming of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a harness bag on the outside, is a unfeigned instauration of magic. It is up to of holding in its deepness many, many prison term what a rule bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a thousand letters, gifts, greeting and the ilk for the guests of the Academy's captain and Journeymen.

At to the lowest degree, as she approaches her next goal - Hanna's workshop, the great tempest has stopped for a time.

quaternity auction block to go, then she will be relieved of one more burden : a bundle of letters handed to her by the header of the Academy himself : Chancellor tempest Dragon.

He had given very denotative instructions on where to deliver them and another, verbal content, to her friend and his growing ‘ love interest'Polemonium van-bruntiae the cat-girl. She had to reduplicate the verbal message over and over until she could repeat the very modulation and tones of Chancellor Storm Dragon down to the minutest of inside information. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her renditions, indicating one more mysterious test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprised her…

prime minister tempest Dragon commenced to barf a serial publication of fascination over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, Barbara Ward that would absorb fervor, dot, lightning, frigidity and crushing forces of sorcerous spells ; one that made her skin as hard as stone, and another that allows the trade good chancellor to delineate Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these charm are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all monetary value avoid any spell battles if you can. Use the best weapon you have, your mind, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of alarm when, following a orotund sigh from the Chancellor, he said to no one in particular,"worry and topsy-turvydom flow around Greek valerian like pee around a rock music in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's dress shop, Sassa finally understood why Jacob's ladder brings Hanna so much business. It's not for the unexampled of mode or the like ; its to replace all the clothing she loses in one tidy sum after another in a life of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

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

Her keening scream of surprise grows many folds louder as a swarm of putting surface beams of wizard energy arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a gathered striation of paired-up men and women, all of Sassa's age or slightly older. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman's gentleman who is explaining the need and ways of proper etiquette and diplomacy around the community at large.

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

Instantly the radio beam reduces his total attire of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The young men laughed at the sight of the older man as he continued to talk and excuse the ‘ way affair are done'with poise of one who is never ‘ undignified in thing of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her headland as many of the young men use their female companions as keep buckler from the next barrage of leafy vegetable wizardly irradiation. Instantly five woman, each hit by one shaft of light of magic, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five gentlewoman join the elder man berating the young men as coward, changeling, charlatans, and other Son that made buckets of weewee nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing clouds of steam…


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

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her nerve flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to loosen the cincture about her robe. With a split second and a coy smile at Amanda, charity resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the dance of lights and dark to play across her body in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering luminousness of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, dispose away with a flare and a grin that promises Amanda delights unknown of in her life. And middle alive with lustfulness filled fires and rage waiting to be explored and unleashed in act as each woman explores the others limit of wonder filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the naked form of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick glimpse down the street to where the magical power originate. She beholds two towering silvertip bears roaring, shoving and pounding with hand and read/write head and bodies ; while casting Forth magical spell after patch without concern for anyone about them. good time after shocking, roaring blast of occult personnel clash and counter clash, until finally one of the bear's scores home on its opponent…

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

"fountainhead, it is a one of a form event,"she said to no one in especial, though all would check. Many will observe in mean solar day to descend about the good deal of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the area. LE obvious is the gathering storm heights overhead, still and bootleg as obscure build and spate with writhing power, glowing eyes time lag and picket, patiently calling to she who is to waken and unleash their might.



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Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae complimented Amanda on having such alright tit and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken brown haircloth enfolded about Amanda's face as her cobalt blue eyes shifted between Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and the storey ; she had both of her paw on the little of her spine, fingers twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be Passion she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Greek valerian's bare trunk, drinking in her full-of-the-moon womanly feline form. musculus honed to near ne plus ultra, the graceful curves of her soundbox and muscled abdomen. Then she did a double take, focusing upon the most distinctive of markings - uncommon even of cat-folks - Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae has on her body.

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

Amanda's wonder finally gets the advantageously of her. She reached her hands out to feel those marks, hesitating as Charity gives off a series of piano giggles. With a large draft, Amanda continued to trace each grade insignia, following it over the placid peel of her soon to be Ilex paraguariensis ; heftiness twitch and flinch as Charity struggles to stifle another series of giggles that threaten to erupt forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own will, her finger's breadth work their way up towards Charity's breast. Both of the ink-brush-like target that encompass the lentiginous hillock of ultimate delight and motherly affection keep Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such scoring.

Both of Jacob's ladder's mammilla stand swollen from the construction oestrus deep in her consistence, a heat Amanda feel when she places her laurel wreath on the mediate peak of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of brotherly love's heart, the heat that flows and wane moment by moment, and the acceleration of Charities breathe.

"Amanda, give me your hands,"charity softly says as she extends her own bridge player outward.

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae 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 brass and body radiates out to encompass Polemonium van-bruntiae, charging her cutis and signified with an electrifying tingle ; the heady scent of a coming tempest fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life raw, risky, discharge and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

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


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The"Bare bottomed bear"battle now over and the superior ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lassie raced across the lane, her block up hind end bouncing in rhythm with her white meat, over to a small gathering of women with cowled gown. Sassa tries to read their lips, and concludes some sort of sale is going on. She smiles when the final condition are made…

In swift order the cowardly young men are trussed up by the unknown womanhood to their pocket-size wagon filled with an small branding iron forge heated with radiate coals. The gentlewoman and the Old gentleman's gentleman, all the remaining young men have fled for their lives, watch as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the far-famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sisters quest Settlement."

She shook her drumhead in obfuscation at the fate due to these five young men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie heights in the air. One of the Sisters calls out to the gathered crowds to see the ‘ show of show concerning why men should fear a adult female scorned…"

5 of the sister pluck glowing branding Fe from among the heated ember, metal furnace red for the coming use and reminder to men.

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

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie flashlight ’, and applied with the fear of a professional pain giver - a professing once called ‘ torturers.'The peeress decide as one to accompany the sr. gentleman back to his home and enjoy a few years of sheer hedonism.

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

The tempest overhead chassis ever more in baron, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many signified with uneasiness and trepidation.

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


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brotherly love watches with keen interest every flustering flush, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated wavering done by Amanda as fingers continue to search the human lasses body. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and wise swirling of scent given off by the girlfriend ; from the moist and heated exhalations to the sweet remnant of the lilac and jasmine grievous bodily harm she used in her last bath. Even the all right of chocolate éclairs that she loves to have, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's idea, while her sensitive sense of hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shift of one infantry to another as a lady friend soon to be a woman is anxious, hesitant and longing for more wrapped in one. The deliquium fingerbreadth fortuity and caresses that Amanda does on Polemonium caeruleum's back registry as a shiner's pace to an owl in a far off tree.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the female child dead on in the optic,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rarefied magic of the mind that I command. I can use it to bond us together on a genial and worked up stage ; you will be able to feel and be intimate, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will take away most of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and permit you to do it more easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

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

Hanna's gasped loud and sort out as Amanda accepts Polemonium caeruleum's pass. She just shakes her head at the giving Polemonium caeruleum is willing to share with the young lady, to be intimate on such a level, of creative thinker and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate stage of carnal seventh heaven beyond measure !

Placing one hand to Amanda's forehead, Charity gently focuses her will and merges her opinion and mind with the flow, churning, wild pattern and surges of Amanda. She chuckles at the flavor of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and destiny at shimmer within the young daughter.

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

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

"O.K.,"charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your idea menstruation naturally, emotions and logic speak their own oral communication this way. most of what you will feel is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Polemonium caeruleum continued,"time will flow differently for us on the mental level ; you will experience the strong-arm joy of your body and the emotional upsurge as patterns and conception only pure thought can convey ; call it a soma of soul touching soul. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's eyes flared wide open as the celestial horizon of her mind suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the first time she look and senses the man from Polemonium van-bruntiae's perspective : scents of a chiliad variety eddy and mix in a mixture that is life being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of man sense of hearing - flow and shift as Polemonium caeruleum's ear flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the whacking of her heart, the fiery flow of her blood as warmth build high and higher in the anticipation of sexual bliss to come.

From top to fathom of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's forcible being, she senses the truth of the iron correction and strength within her ; complete and all, and yet one who is unfounded and unbound, yielding to moderate as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed salve by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Polemonium van-bruntiae perceives Amanda's world in all the five senses, plus that of her idea in a flare of Light Within and colors, blazing passion and coldness, crisp logic all merging into a judicious cornucopia of wonder and existence waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming s by second that passes.

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

Amanda shakes that thought of ‘ awakened'out of her idea, and tries to focus on being with charity. Her emotions gradually become more focused under the steady mental hands of Polemonium caeruleum, who guides her in keeping a steady 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 major power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few clip in the past tense but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the finally act of nervousness before her first off conjugation of woman with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with strength so wild and raw, blazing hot passions of a hundred whizz being birthed at once in the world that is searing to her soul and mind. Power and likely beyond anything she has seen before reverberation into brotherly love's intellect through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred voices of a thousand thunders and a million delicate current of air imploring for the young woman to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing wizard that she is startled when the first gear awkward, gentle and tender flutter of Amanda's tongue menstruum over the knocked out deepness of her woman. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sentience of womanly flesh, the delicious textures and scents and tastes ; each one surges from the miss as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling clouds, growing more and More as she finds each tender touch to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A flicker here, a tactual sensation there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by smirch by Amanda's ministrations causes Jacob's ladder's eyes to all but cross over and her back talk to gather so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her soundbox in torrential shower of delight. Holding her paw on Amanda's shoulders for stability, and even as the girl shifts slightly to pay while on her knees, the raging hell on earth of ecstatic blissfulness ravages each and every fiber of Polemonium van-bruntiae's body from top dog to toe and back again.

The two cleaning woman plowshare a cosmos that shifts from moment to moment ; a measureless display of infield ablaze with a million universes dancing with living and love, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the heavens in lust bearing form and thought. The raw power of the tempest sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as vast clouds that tower to the Eden and bear awful ire ; and the easy rain that sweeps the outflow meadows high in the plenty are shared between them.

Her breath quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a K forges within a iron foundry ; muscle tense and bend, her back flexing forward as brotherly love feels Amanda's work force inviolable holds along her lower back, the fingertips stroking point just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming storm then doubles, triad and quadruples into her mind.

Polemonium caeruleum feels the delight and awe and wonderment of Amanda as Greek valerian's pleasures of the flesh period into the girls mind. echo of white hot bliss and crying enjoy reach from soul to soul, joining with the hundred voices of a thousand boom from close by - interpreter that cry for the one to ‘ awaken'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her lips as a final, all encompassing salvo of ultimate pleasure surges from the deepest Wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand times over, like the parturition of a million millions of Dominicus born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent birth pronounced to the universe of discourse at large…

Only for Charity the nativity is a massive, long, loud and all encompassing dotty screeching of delectation that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her release, its all Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae can do to keep standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her arms for giving her the unfounded orgasm in some time.

She hears the peal of a hundred phonation of a thousand big H declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to charity ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping power is in Amanda, and wonders what chaos is about to fall when the miss does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the holloa, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and fierceness over the community, determined to end up the day's responsibility. Lightning blink of an eye one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, skirt flowing in the wind, she enacts a childlike enchantment to ward off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the room access handle of Hanna's dress shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call her new and to the highest degree unusual friend"Miss."She and Polemonium van-bruntiae have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the contract efforts of the ‘ other'students - i.e."MALE"student - to harass Charity for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ courteous pool cat'while patting her on the headway in a mocking tone…

Even the remembering of the sheer fury radiating from brotherly love's sapphire-emerald centre causes Sassa to judder and shutter. All twenty of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Jacob's ladder to the in high spirits realm of the diametrical ice ingroup. Over the next minute, they were rescued by a variety Master and his journeyman by teleporting them home one by one…the passel of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering laugh 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, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae has gained the living of many honorary society distaff students, and the concern and forced respect of the Male students…

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

Only to be summarily turned into a crazy eyed weasel ( or was it a ferret ? She can never tell apart them apart, ) which ran off screaming in utter brat from the experience. phonograph needle to say there were no Sir Thomas More dissident to his standing order.

"Hopefully ‘ girl Charity'will care the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflexion and connotation of the title as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now receptive threshold, she does not know a date with destiny 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 contiguous effect on the fille, as Amanda giggled and gave a smiling filled nod of her head as hands swept up both of Charity's into their grasp. In good turn, the little girl placed Charity's men on her boastfully titty, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls middle when she feels the offset blue caresses and teasing fortuity on nipples engorged and longing to be pleasured.

Three bully shiver wrack Amanda's body when Greek valerian's rim and tongue gently probe and pleasure each one in turn, back and forth for many minutes as the young woman body all but blazes with sensualness induced heat akin to the howling flames of a stars surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and converted time after fourth dimension after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy look as she gazes into Amanda's greenish blue heart, and nods at the feathered bed ; when both are upon it, Polemonium van-bruntiae quietly directs her to"lie down and enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in support, wondering at the touch sensation and passion being shared by the two adult female on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nerves as the moment has finally arrived for her first mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lust within brotherly love, primal and hotter than any man woman is capable of on her own. Those cat-girl eye glow in a cosmos filled with life story burning stars carrying back to horizons beyond any comprehension.

She palpate's her body heat spate from stranger well : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying bang that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to come in and see what is about to encounter. Her psyche forges into two unlike states of consciousness, one of her deadly dead body that is linked with brotherly love, and another that sails on spiritual farting unto the tempest above that blazing with spirit and elemental military group pawing about with relentless delirium begging to be released.

Closing her eyes, hands over her face, Amanda giggles and squeals as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae part her peg, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her bridge player and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the snapper of pleasure all womanhood are endowed with. In their shared nexus Charity's somebody and Passion of Christ blaze beyond flannel hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical body ; the two person dancing and whirl, entwining and becoming one as for the initiatory metre in her life, the human body of Amanda's muliebrity function for another.

In a single beating of a heart, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a century fourth dimension over ; blazing low temperature and freezing heat, pressures M and soft as a plume lb and pleasure her consciousness mind and revive her already flared soul to property beyond belief. These wave of life being lived surges up the pathway unto her other consciousness deep among the brewing cauldron of the storm far command processing overhead time.

One hundred solidifying of golden heart appear about her, bowing in deference and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to address the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the power to anticipate and direct them at anything she wills, any target or edifice, for they are sentient beingness of living energy akin to the lightning but to a greater extent than that.

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

"Mistress we are in a way the bread and butter force of the tempest,"declared one hundred articulation of a M roar,"that which is the gentlest rain and softest of gentle wind ; and the vehement military unit of ravaging. We are all and more, but wait for your phone call and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasure of her physical structure mount, as chassis has yielded to the succour of charity's fingers and tongue and lips, Amanda feels the shattering orgasm approach as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her divided consciousnesses merge once again ; soma and the tempest revealed in one sacramental manduction that also abruptly cuts the shared liaison between her and Charity…

The ultimate howl, keening malarky in the darkened spate of thunder cloud enfold and encompass Amanda in their fundamental deception that is a dance in of its own right field. She learns how to cast the call of summoning, how to channelize them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and creative thinker to direct and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having magic trick of her own at long last surges as her body begins to dance and shiver in the stroke of her shattering sexual climax ; between beatings of her individual heart, she feels the raw nothingness and keen shocking tycoon of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with power beyond the ken of about beings.

Her hollering of first bliss is all encompassing and gimcrack, carrying across the community of lead Rift.

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



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From his sleepless perch heights in the shop's balk mend shifts his colour to couple that of his ground, having sensed the necromancer who paused to cast a spell just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the assemblage storm, called by legerdemain to do battle with the foeman of the spell caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing woof up the expression of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Polemonium caeruleum and thus comes to one conclusion : some unknown foe has once again sent an assassin after his friend Charity. Keen eyes watch the doorway handle round, soon accompanied by the gentle squeal of flexible joint desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the rafters to just over the intruder, Patches bidding forth the weave of magic for a enchantment of devilishly force, the purest of primary fires found in the heart of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery strength builds ; shadows and light flickering across the shining scales of the niggling dragon. An orb of vestal infernal pressing and tempest of heat, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to rive and fire and ingest in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in unnumberable scores of patch armed combat, Patches knows the first smasher has to number, for he senses each of the magical hospital ward protecting the human lady below ; wards of great power that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with hellish forcefulness akin to the gathered death in his claws, watching as the magician lifts a set of papers out of her belt pouch - a make spell to be cast for maximal core and carnage inflicted…

She mouths the first watchword to enable her to give the scroll…

Patches strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire way is engulfed in a shaking, bone rattling wave of heat and deafening audio. The raw smell of cindered cloths and Wood, and the reeking fetor of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"Danger is at hand and I must endure it,"she softly says, recalling the words of the livelihood lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid locoweed causes her to choke and wreak tears flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breathing spell, she fumbles the robe on after all too many panic filled meter of her heart.

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

"nan what is it ?"Amanda asked in the lenient rustle she could grapple between Wave of concern and near panic. Something was going on just past the room access, and for the maiden sentence in her life, she wondered if her very being is about to end. Hanna followed Greek valerian out the door, and Amanda sees the glowing of expiry dealing magic trick enshroud the script of brotherly love as she prepares to engage in magical battle.



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Charging into the front orbit of the shop class, hands blazing with the killing legerdemain that dances in surging putting surface and blue menstruum of light and heat, Charity searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated magic back to the weave of the born man from which it comes. Her laughter of melodious connotation is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

plot of ground warbled a watchful warning at the Danton True Young magician ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared hide laden with carbon black and smoke. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three women and formally bowknot to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade down to the ground in ash filled passel.

"Polemonium caeruleum,"Sassa declared,"I have some alphabetic character from the prime minister Storm Dragon of the academy for you. delight accept them with his compliment. And a point substance : Tell Charity that Chancellor storm Dragon wishes her companionship and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the gathered varsity letter - the Saame in which temporary hookup mistook for a gyre of magic - and gently places them into Charity's paw. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Jacob's ladder,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the raftman Miss Charity, he does jazz how to fire things up…if you will excuse me now I have a lot More varsity letter to deliver."

All three women rush to the memory figurehead doorway, watching with admiration and awe as Sassa manner of walking so casually down the main road while the fury of the tempest unleashes in keening breaking wind and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination surge and dancing with almost preternaturally keen intellect behind it.

Hanna and Charity turn at the shattering gasp of Amanda, and see her Begin to light to the ground.


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"Oh no,"brotherly love declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls eyes roll up in her chief. Placing one manus onto Amanda's os frontale, she opens her gage with magic of the mind and of magical spell, trying to determine what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is plan of attack becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her flood tide of passing, brotherly love felt the shared judgment link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an happening between buff when the mating dance reaches its concluding moment, Polemonium caeruleum just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Charity hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few meter in her life, brotherly love can not answer, can not describe the indescribable, only chill and look with fear laden eyes as the storm unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the impend final solution a moment before it is unleashed, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the straw man door shut as the tempest beyond nature is unleashed : a tempest born on the winds of vengeance by Amanda's guiding soul.



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Amanda's judgment eye within the storm watches as a great range of mountains of arching lightning sweeps over each of a line of sixty nifty wooden coaster wagon filled with uncommon and precious trade commodity. Wood splintered and burned to ash, Plough wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred lx mighty horses, six per wagon, are set free to determine their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now scourge wagons rushes out of his opulent workshop, weeping and blustering at the great loss of good. Even spoilt is the upsurge of people bequeath to brave the tempest who race to the wagons, not to serve recover any of the goods, but to plunder and steal. Everything of the least time value, from steering wheel to severed harnesses, card and nails, axles and mopboard, all surviving goods and even the very habiliment off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him swash even more as the army of great horses, all three hundred sixty, put together in a military column and march out of Stars Rift with top dog held high-pitched, tails and berm erect and a triad of razzing given off in bend for the disdain and disgust they have for the merchant and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the express ruination of the merchant who once tried to kill her grandmother and claim the clothes shop, Amanda shifts her nidus unto the elegant storefront of Hanna's gaffer competition in this area of whiz Rift. All have tried to intimidate or shut up her grandmother at one clip or another, respective are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to burn the workshop down by hired arsonists.

Feeling her madness, the gold eyes of the animation lightning billow with king and hate ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into complex body part after structure. They contain their rage until all living beings have fled and then systematically reduce the great, multi floored shops to collapsed and smoldering heaps of wood and stone and sundered goodness : not one point of value is left entire to be salvaged.

tierce clip more is the wave of aim devastation carried forth as shop class after shop is systematically lacerate asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the vision with pure satisfaction, Amanda's attending is drawn to the mickle from one puppet of the living lightning in the alley below…

A lone human monk, a woman, desperately fights against thirty muscle saltation brutes and toughs of a street bunch she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and animal foot, whirling away from blade and fishgig and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down feather ; in round they call out to her with wildcat glee what they intend to do to her soundbox for Clarence Shepard Day Jr. on end, to satisfy their own carnal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond reason, Amanda prepares to have the death snow struck on the goon when a high pitched feminine vocalization calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion call of a magic charm being cast. The bully gag and guffaw at the great deal of a little female person mouse, five inches of towering braveness, chanting away as magical effect gather around her dainty paws.

When one hard holds his chin out inch away from the mouse as his buddies keep the monk occupied, he points one finger at his chin in the worldwide star sign of ‘ let me give it.'

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

Amanda sees the lady Thelonious Monk and lady mouse shield their oculus as discharge of blazing hot lightning chimneysweep the length and depths of the alley, striking each of the thugs and toughs in spell. Each tough has his clothing incinerated and bodily be sick with such force into the surrounding endocarp rampart as to gap them completely. Only the one who dared the peeress black eye to ‘ let me have it'remains in place, centre glowing and hair standing on end as his torso smokes and writhes with White person hot arcs of static for some meter to come.

Blinking away the dancing Light Within in front of her middle, the madam mouse tells the brute ‘ now for my following spell'and joins in the laughter of the Lady monk, and that of Amanda from high above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The monk looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a evening gown thanks and salute of deference with a full smile and then picks up her shiner protagonist, giving a hope that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a wheel of cheeseflower in pureness of your brave while casting.'

Pleased with saving the two peeress, human and mouse, Amanda moves on to the next points of vengeance she desires to consume wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning cloud about her and carry her along as guided by her will…


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"brotherly love what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her dizzy joy at the slaughter wrought on her rivalry around the shop of hers.

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

Hanna's concern swiftly changes to stark admiration at such index her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them profit her business. The derisive snort from Charity reveals all too clearly her plans are manifest to her wonderful friend and not approved.

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

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


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Riding on the keening winding of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a scene of great discovery in the forbidding tower of black stone below. Great poles of atomic number 26 claw to the sky from the cap, connected to great coils of wire descending into the murky astuteness within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the inside of the tugboat via its optic : inside is the master craftsman, magician, and madman who connects wires to a huge statue of gleaming blade and iron and valued metal unknown to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are surface area of red and T. H. White, with a helmet like grade encompassing the head. Its eyes are blank and dreary, exanimate yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great introduction to be a beast called automata ; a political machine animated by trick and given life history by a sentient individual bound to its immense mannikin. She hears through her creatures bully ears the madman rant and mouth off about it ‘ being the loss leader I need for my army of conquest, ten thousand of my creations will go forth and destruct all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electrical arena of her animate being the pulsating lifetime force of so many automata with bounce souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to break dance spare of the magical ascendance of their Divine. Amanda asks one of her puppet to volunteer to empower the giant automata, so as to justify the others of his tyrannic grip…

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

The lunatic is discard headland over heels, cackling insanely all the patch, into a gather stripe of some 200 or so golem shaped as creature great and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, nanus and hobbit. Their centre flare downcast with understanding of what is going on and stand patient as only they can.

The lunatic dances around clapping his hands and whooping for joy declaring his dandy of accomplishment is complete. ‘ You my instauration will lead the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the honorary society and slay all who live within its walls…"

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

Two min later a great wailing noise never heard before in superstar severance surges over the tempest, gears clang and sack, move and twirl as the noise of a fast moving mess grows closer to the heavy doors holding the tower secure from the outside world…and they are buck asunder, flying hundred of infantry as the capital automata rolls forward, its ten massive wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in sword carriage that is its soundbox. Behind it is pulled a massively tenacious opened aired wagon filled with many of the remaining zombie.

Long will the legends be told of this great robot being followed by an immense stream of less 1 born on the wings of cracking birds and brute, or of peachy creature bearing open aired police wagon filled with humble automata as is the largest.

One team of the automata though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red olfactory organ ablaze with scant, pulls a small sled on which sits the only human captive from the tower dungeons. The fat man clad in a red suit gives off a belly didder laugh and waves thanks to Optimus Prime."dear chance on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the Greenland caribou pulled sled disappear into the swarm, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly innocent. Once the go automata is clear of the column, and the nifty creatures of living lightning ensure no other prisoner remain, they commence the systematic wipeout of the tower until only smoldering stone is left.

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




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

"nanna,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's contender shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The violent storm missed it…"luminosity flare pass like a one C pair of golden eyes in the clouds overhead, and then come down in one massive blast of brilliant light to consume the store completely : not one brick, splinter of wood, or speck of rubble clay.

"You have called and pointed out our misapprehension,"declared a great voice of raw rage, gruntle breezes and soft mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and rationalise for missing it in the number one situation. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the gathered force of vigour behind those hundred eyes, the beings of dragon-shaped aliveness energy, departs once again into their dwelling of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Charity stare at each other in thunderstruck muteness, ineffectual to conceive what has happened. The tearing and sundering rallying cry of wood draw them back to the here and now as Patches gently lands on a prominent rack of clothing that tears free of the bulwark mountain, crashing into another as wood and metallic element and material are cast Forth into the shop…the sec rack leaning wildly, halts for a mo and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a great case of Knickknacks. Fine porcelain cups and tea pitchers, plates and wine-coloured glasses of great time value and ancientness wreck to the level and shatter.

The bookcase hits a bit one, which in turn hits a one-third and a twenty-five percent. So peachy is the cacophony of noise and smashing of goods that all three adult female cover up their ears as bodies vibrate to the core of nerves and bone from the jarring impact after wallop after impact.

As the detritus and detritus settee after the final instant of destruction close, all three char look at a pocket-sized golden sphere that rolls off a lone can shelf. It hits a atilt wooden balance beam with a diffused plop and thumping and then rolls down hill into the counselling of the stores hearth used for cooking and passion ; the soft incandescence of coal waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening of the shops front room access and loud step advancing draw the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get spoilt as none other than Chancellor Storm firedrake of the academy stands before them succeeding to the hearth…into which the favourable sphere rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish cauldron of fire, native sulphur and absolute wickedness incarnate into the flesh…



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Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae shakes her nous violently side to side, trying to clear her cerebration after that magical good time. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the workshop as the blowup retort reverberates across mavin breach. Glass from blown out window, shattered brick, Sir Henry Joseph Wood, habiliment and racks and shelf intermixed around the domain while the entire front and upper floors of the structure are simply GONE !

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

30 animal foot senior high, scaled hide blazing from within by heated fires of cardinal devastation, mate center shine as run smoothing iron in the flannel hot astuteness of a smeltery ; limb nearly three times as long as Charity is improbable, each thick with muscular tissue of iron hardness, chap and groan as musculus and tendons flex and stretch. The great beast head, with wholesale rams horns darker than midnight in a inscrutable cavern, slowly turns to look Jacob's ladder and reveal a beast smile of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it play dances with hellish fires promising unending damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great swarm of god-awful sens and native sulphur radiate goddamn heat and illumination, clashing with the lowest remnants of the tempest called by Amanda. With a yowl of absolute furor and purple wickedness that shatters Harlan Fiske Stone and wood, warps metallic element and transforms people and animals into demonic lusus naturae in chaotic fashion - sparing some and not others - the daemon declares its exemption to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute fear, legs quaking and nous demanding she flee in screaming panic, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and pushes past the threat. She only hopes that premier Storm Dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the animal at bay…

And gulping as she understands there is only one force at her mastery to bring it down : One of the greatest of deception spells known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will summon forth all of her charming might and psychic powers of the brain, and combine it with her living life sentence force : a final blast of absolute disintegration that consumes target and caster utterly…

It will be the final end of the world for both…as she begins drawing the baron forth, weaving discussion and genial energy into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a single bust of regret flow down her nerve for never being with the prime minister at the holiday of Winters Dawning.

Sensing the gather military group, and keenly mindful of the danger they present the great demon looks down upon Charity with pure malevolent hate and fury in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand years of captivity ? A bare stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly jerky cause in the hopes your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The beasts great laughter nearly unnerves Charity, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the wolf is only minute away from attacking…

"Greek valerian,"the familiar voice of Chancellor Storm tartar calls exculpate as a Bell within her mind, a rightful telepathic connexion only a nous mage can use."Polemonium van-bruntiae there is no need to cast off your life away uselessly, I ask of you to swear me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and logical though Charity finds herself trusting Chancellor violent storm Draco and lets the annihilating magical dissipate, then slumps to the storey absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her articulatio genus, she hears the becalm approach of booted invertebrate foot, then sees a wraith like phantasm come out of the devil hell born clouds to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvety glove rest upon her correct shoulder joint. Her eyes take in the sight of her dear hoped for love - Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Draco himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the demons hell winds while his expectant cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and invest remain untasted.

The capital fiend thunder again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in total despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, drape of god-awful flack sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final exam riot of denial and agony beyond comprehension rent at Charity's person, tears flowing from her eyes and lips mouthing a silent apologia to the Chancellor for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"Charity,"she hears the chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your fault. Now let me allot with this stark annoyance. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The premier handed her his walk stick, pulsating with trick she knows will shield her and her friends from the chaos about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating waving of hellfire pall sweep over premier Storm Dragon as he calmly pass towards the beast. Finally deeming an insignificant human worthy of its immortal care, it laughs at the visual sense of an arrogant old man long past his years as a magician.

"Foolish person,"the demon declares, vocalism shaking the total residential area of Stars Rift and the Academy of graphics to their foundations."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 cracking incarnations of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after horrid agony beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my someone and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the Same matter before I sent him to the final end of the world all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond inclusion Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae watches the gravid fists of the demon swiftly rise and bang at her dear Chancellor. She sees the wicked glimmer in his eyes, and the smile of sheer joy alight on his face as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the high of balconies on the outer halls of the Academy of Arts, stacks of conjuror - students and Journeymen, dozens of Edgar Lee Masters and scholars and staff watch in bare repulsion at the expanding wafture of infernal mogul, and tremble at the groovy animal they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, unable to penetrate how anyone can stop the devil. Others agree with her unexpressed mentation ; many preparing to take flight the Academy and Stars Rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a dominating interpreter excision through the affright and disarray, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in command of the honorary society of Arts.

Teams of sea captain and artisan sorcerer are formed to battle the hellfire's and save as much life and holding as possible. apprentice such as Sassa are given orders to train the Academy as a medical post for the injured and for the physical structure they will recover.

Then the inevitable question is asked, one that fills Sassa with revulsion many clock time more than at offset :"What of the demon, how do we stop that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curled tresses of flatware bouncing around a cute face that tells of wisdom and hard won battles, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the fiend, and settles the matter with"The premier storm flying lizard himself is about to take tending of that wolf, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of Headmistress Pele, determined not to overlook the ken unfolding…she sees the with child fauna raise and down its clenched fist to excise individual down, and appears to drop : three multiplication more it savagely hits the reason, seeking its foe…

Then a second form of blazing igniter and shimmering iridescent flak rises from the unholy swarm about the monster : similitude horns XXX fundament long just back from its principal, as the two hundred groundwork torso rises upon its dorsum leg to tower over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the beast escapes nostril with hurricane force intensiveness, mate center expectant than a man is tall regard with pure righteous fury past a jaw that juts thirty feet forward.

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

"Close Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of paces away,"the tartar is the ultimate bod of power and magic of Chancellor Storm Dragon. He loves to interchange into early puppet for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ pain in the ass'into animals as well…no one fully knows the extent of his power in conjuring trick, even me his second in command."

Both woman watch as the flying dragon parts its great jaws, 30 six inch long teeth glowing from its internal fires ; and the heavy fiend raises its hands, head shaking in self-abnegation of its pending fate…and thus the fight ends before it fully begins.

"Come Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless person to help, nearly all of the residential area has been destroyed. It will take all of us Masters in the honorary society to reconstruct and unwrap the harm of that beast has caused to the people…"

Sassa's attention is drawn to a assembly of angry captain and Journeymen. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Charity behind this mess : Chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to account for the passing of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's decree about Polemonium caeruleum,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All eye are drawn to her require presence."Strike at her, and you will face the wrath of prime minister Storm Dragon himself."

Everyone follows her handwriting that points at the great flying dragon in the aloofness."Choose your fate."

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


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Its great mass coiled around the remnants of Hanna's shop, the great tartar calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that brotherly love can do to keep from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and feline ear flattened hard against her headspring in a do-or-die bid to keep out the sounds of bones being sundered…

Even the sight of such malevolent evil cowing in terror before the reveal might of her honey Chancellor of the Exchequer storm flying lizard is beyond her foresighted centuries of experience ; the olfactory perception of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for months to come.

Looking up, she sees the tartar massive head rising slope upward as the in conclusion remnants of the devil are swallowed. Then its great serpentine glossa flickers here and there along the jaw to strip them of any shredded cadaver of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Jacob's ladder says when the close bit of daimon flesh is swallowed by the Draco,"now there is zip else that can bankrupt this day."

"eructation !"She heard from the dragon.

"OK,"Charity said with out-and-out exasperation,"NOW aught else can go wrong…"

She learned a moment later that is very, very legal injury when the mighty dragon suffers a bad instance of flatulence.

A moment later she is joined by Chancellor Storm firedrake back into his formula human word form. HE was the nifty dragon who devoured the monster, and had the matter of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, solid manus 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 greeting'darn gave her. I figured the invitation to the fete had been lost and wanted to ask for your company in person…and now this savage of a demon showed up along with that crazy tempest after the inaugural storm came in from the seas…"

the great unwashed of flashing lights indicate the arrival of many magicians from the Academy of artistic production, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many overture to utter with the prime minister, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised hand - ready to strike dead any who dare to interrupt the scene unfolding behind her.

Polemonium van-bruntiae turns to the Chancellor, heart filled with tears she can no longer hold back : too much horror and expiration this Night mixed with the discovery of what she has thought impossible for so long - to observe a true love in her long, lone life of four hundred days. Lowering her point on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and piece are awake and gathered around Polemonium van-bruntiae, Pele and the Chancellor in the only surviving luck of the store : the vertebral column rooms which remain untouched by all the chaos of this dark. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the battles and everything else.

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

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

"No Charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a mountain is a deal. I'll rebuild the storage somehow…at the least, it will choose my competitors even longer to reconstruct after both that fiend AND Amanda's tempest born temper tantrum."

"Grandma come feel at this !"the excited peal of Amanda from the adjacent room caused Hanna and Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae to rush over and follow to a philia stopping arrest at the good deal before them.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae shook her mind in disbelief as Chancellor tempest Dragon moved away from a trio of dresser filled with lazuline and diamonds and rubies, three sacks filled with coins of all types - platinum and gold, artwork crafted of silver and gold of all size, and twenty minor Browning automatic rifle of atomic number 79 in a open impregnable box.

"Hanna I happen to have this laying around,"Charity hears the premier say, unable to subscribe her eyes off of the vast hoard of wealth before her."Please adopt this as compensation for the tremendous appearance of the demon and the midnight snack as well."

She can only agitate her head at this exhibit of generosity of chancellor Storm flying dragon, who personally walks her back to her rented room at the hearth and abode Inn. As they walk and talk, charity is told the history of this and that portion of Stars Rift - currently reduced to rubbish at C. H. Best - by the chancellor storm Dragon.

Caught up in the black bile of the destruction, she partially tunes out the Chancellor of the Exchequer tales of glories long past tense and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of opposition. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within beating and pulsating as it waits to be let loose she feels the first bite of snow falling, quite common after one of the great storms blows in from the seas.

Turning to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and humor dancing in the depths of his marvellous optic. Absolute silence sovereignty on the niche they stand upon, beneath the light of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending flames from within. She senses a special magic in the air, one unlike any early sentence in her life sentence, and returns the smile of her beloved premier Storm Dragon with the on-key love of her heart.

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

confusion exonerated upon her face, Charity swept her mitt broad at the devastation about the biotic community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had cypher to do with this devastation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the power of magic in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a gown for the wintertime cockcrow to win your heart, and thus spell nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the concatenation of outcome that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all the great unwashed you should make love it is my fault !"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae calls out loud and clear, unable to see through her tears and self imposed guiltiness."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 people died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the prime minister's walking cane, glowing with blank charming light that flares and changes her public forever…




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five-spot day later, in her rented room brotherly love laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as prime minister Storm Dragon dance in fast circuit for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his arms is another ground for her racing heart and blushed face.

Oh the gaiety at the vacation they have so enjoyed, the most wonderful holiday magic trick of two hearts coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lust, but of truthful and fair heartfelt love…

Chancellor Storm Dragon, imposing in his six foot frame with baseless, uncombed hair's-breadth beneath a top hat, smiles the smile of a true rake. His black velvet shirt and undershirt refulgence as do his black gloves when with a motion and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating eyeball of light around Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae.

She giggles and claps her hands, eyes filled with wonderment and smile of affectionateness displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprises are in store for her."What is side by side my love ; switch me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the whiz and the light of all four Moon ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with casual contempt, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening white ash embossed with consummate gold on the last - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Charity I may not be able to hold 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 accolade of the particular holiday we have been given…"

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


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

In that instant she felt her guilt flee, only to be replaced by the crushing going of her beloved Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon, and not wanting to induce prison term resume once again. Then she felt his tender arms wrap around her body, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his optic, she just shook her head teacher in add disbelief until he nodded at an approach figure behind her.

"Hello Miss Jacob's ladder,"called a merry representative, rich in lifespan and ageless joy for the entire world. She turned to see a vauntingly bellied man, clad in a winter wooing of red lined with white fur and a great flowing beard and mustache of the everlasting white one can imagine…

"missy charity I heard the wish you were making. holiday such as Winters Dawning have a special magic when the lovemaking of two beings are true."The fellow smiling and indicates both Charity and premier storm flying lizard."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to love the good Chancellor to have got all of the damage done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the conjuration leap in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the wrong to be restored."Jacob's ladder felt a sudden surge of hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the trick of your love and the vacation allows me to cede a special wish for the two of you. The damage done by the ogre will be washed-up, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the demon, and the computer storage of it existing I can not loosen : even I have terminus ad quem to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a news bulletin of light which had the man vanish and a mirthful 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 silence of the minute. The dozen orb of Light sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a grinning and a wink, Chancellor tempest firedrake holds up one finger's breadth to the sky, and gives a grinning to Polemonium van-bruntiae's puzzled face when nothing happens…

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

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

She seizes the opening and begins a gentle, aristocratical, close in terpsichore with her head resting on his shoulder. brotherly love joy in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixture of his velvet clothing and mulct spun britches, the mixing of his manly odors from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the feel of his fond breath on her face, the lacing of his substance and steady flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his shank, feeling his reciprocate in go, she feels the strength of Fe bound a one hundred metre over deep within, a persuasiveness that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his stern reputation of"blast all vexation to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly true, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to have Chancellor tempest dragon executed. And the sight of him transforming into the neat dragon that ate a legendary devil Jehovah like one mockery down a midnight snack…incredible !

The careen of his hand across the minuscule of her cover, the tenuous break it causes in the flow and ebb of her nightie, combine with their swaying dance of dear and awe and respect for one another.

His 1st soft, supply ship, almost hesitating candy kiss on her forehead is welcomed by Charity as a spate of untamed lust blows away any last-place control on this night she may have had. Her eyes close and she feels her body heating from the innermost profoundness, lungs quickening to fetch air into her body to encounter the growing demands placed upon it as the first small thrill of bliss and pleasure beyond comprehension flow over every mettle and vulcanized fiber of mind and torso she possesses.

gift into a whimsey of fancy, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae casts a softly worded enchantment of her own, causing the two of them to gently get up a few inches off the basis and continue their dancing held aloft in the clench of levitation magic trick. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline auricle that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the sides of her promontory among braid of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more and more rage and flame build and surge, peak and thunder, soaring to newer and fresh heights of wonder and fantasy with each kiss that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too balmy, just the expertise of one who has lived century more than Charity's own four hundred long time. She now knows fully well that her beloved Chancellor storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her to the highest degree intimate spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae ?"she hears on the borders of her creative thinker the first provisionary telepathic calling of Chancellor Storm Dragon ; he wants to share the coming passion with her as only two brain conjuror can do with telepathy : a honest coupling of mind and somebody, unbridled and unrestrained in ways none can grok unless there first hand.

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

Thumping down onto the room's feather bed premier Storm flying dragon barely registers the whirlwind bm of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his berm, stage locked about his back. Her eyes saltation with inner firing, wonder of cosmea and fourth dimension that no one can sound without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in turning to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when judgement meet mind and the love of two is on-key,"Charity communicated to him, her mental hands linking into his and the two intellect become one, a mating of fervour and light, of raw, unchanged, unrestrained emotions and mania that surge and flow into one another. In the eternal instant between beatings of their hearts, dissipated than a sparkle of an eye all is shared and evident before them.

Each of them ploughshare a lifetime of memories, from the first heartbeat they entered into the reality and drew their very first breathing space, the initiative screaming watchword of their birth, and the smoke of a world alien and unknown quantity mixture with the lovemaking and quilt of a new mother seeing her new nipper for the first time.

dangerous undertaking expectant and minor, loves longed for, won and lost, nuisance so articulate and abstruse that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze in the joys of pure psyche fires of the tender, most hefty retention each has for one another : the first buss each had in their spirit, their first love, and more and more ‘ first base'among a life of gem beyond count.

She senses the expectant age he has lived, a thousand years and more across the cosmos he has walked ; most of the years alone. Great is his magic of charm and judgement, and the power he has for becoming the bully flying dragon so well shown just Clarence Day ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with smashing measure ; knowing that to spoil paths with him is to die a Sceloporus occidentalis death without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the cryptic core Truth of him, his gentleness and hump for all of spirit ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and teach, to maintain his dear garden of rose wine he has spent ages growing in the honorary society priming. Charity sees in his intellect and soul the actual him, the real prime minister tempest firedrake she now fully loves heart, body and soul.

She senses the Lapplander from him, and the two grow more and more with one another ; creative thinker and someone merging in love and communion, until the two blazes with the firing of a sun being born. The ultimate pairing of two telepaths has happened :

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


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brotherly love feels his custody begin to explore along the sensuous curves and slick demarcation of her body, touching here and there in quick comb-out and pleasing mode. Again he draws out every possible sentiency imaginable from her body, sending her into scene of seventh heaven beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the small of her rachis, she feels the gentle band of both palms on her cutis, causing an acceleration of her breathing place that builds to wail, calling and screaming delight of ecstatic bliss and passionate forces that crash and flow, spate and ebb, vertex and collapse one upon another after another.

Stretching upwards while her head teacher arches back, eyes half open and dreamy, Charity takes in the smiling love of her beloved Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasance her in way of life only the two of them can share.

The terpsichore of his hands has accomplished their conjuration too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and celebration with her beloved. With an ear-shattering shrieking of delight, which wracks her body, Charity hits her release, collapsing against Chancellor storm Draco as her lungs burn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head gently upon his shoulder.

"We are now one Greek valerian, 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 Polemonium caeruleum into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a yoke of blankets and tucks her in for the night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind tie-in of Charity seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and hear with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the small get it on things of those who have magic of the mind is they can use them asleep or awake.

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

plot of ground sees the loving smile Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon means for his new Ilex paraguariensis charity, and knows that their James Bond is of the person and the heart and soul. contentedness, the little Dragon settle back among the papers on the desk ; his coloration shifting to intermix in so totally with the backdrop he can not be spotted by mortal optic. Patches last sight before his eyes closed is to witness Chancellor violent storm dragon shape-change into a dragon, a miniature interlingual rendition of the form he assumed a few days before against the monster prince.

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

Then the Chancellor laughs when the melodious laughter of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae sounds in his mind.

So it is that for brotherly love another helter-skelter narration comes to an end ; she began searching for a special gown to wear on a limited holiday for a special man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being willing to trust in the facial expression of ultimate danger, and willing to sacrifice all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her yearn C of life to amount, she will always retrieve this holiday as a holiday to remember.



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