Fantasy

Touch – Chapter 2

The second part in my series, I hope I’m getting a little better at writing but it’s not as easy as it seems. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

I Did Knock

This is just a fantasy. I have chatted online with many mothers who “Take Care” of their sons.

Fooling Around With Sis

Mike was very surprised his sister was willing to wrestle him in the living room while his parents were gone. His surprise continues as she slowly uses this situation to bring them both to orgasm

Modern Mage – Chapter 8

Another chapter for those who have been following the story. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Many of you may be angry with me for how the chapter ends but it’s the right choice for the story as it unfolds. Like i said I’m letting the story unfold at it’s own pace as it comes to me and not forcing it in order to keep the quality of the tale and writing up. If you like the story or not, let me know. Leave a comment at the end, or if you want to send a PM to me, my forum name is the same as my author name. I appreciate the feedback I’ve gotten so far and continue to read any I get. While I may not always agree with what someone says I do consider it before making my decision.
After we finished eating Sindee and I got cleaned up and dressed for the day before taking Marcus to do the same at his dorm. Today was the day I decided to try and awaken Sindee. This wasn’t something I was undertaking lightly. Awakening a mortal mind to the greater world was as dangerous to them as it was to person doing it. If we were to continue our relationship, Sindee needed to know what I was and the danger that put her in. I didn’t expect to fall in love; it just snuck up on me. I hadn’t let myself feel anything beyond friendship for anyone in the last 5 years. My heart was walled off like a tomb since that horrific night. Sindee didn’t wear away at my defenses; she just entered my heart right past the wall as if she were the air I needed to breath.
I’d chosen to head out of town toward Red Rock Canyon, it was a nice climbing and hiking area on the western edge of the Las Vegas valley. Being late in July, the heat would be keeping almost everyone who may have headed out there at indoor climbing centers so there would be plenty of privacy for what we had to do. When we got there, we drove out onto the scenic loop taking the side road out to Turtlehead Peak to make sure no one was likely to come by at an inopportune moment.
Once we parked I grabbed the water and a couple of camp chairs from the trunk of the car. If I was going to fracture Sindee’s reality I wanted her to be comfortable. The three of us headed into the rocks to find a place to set camp, so to speak. It took only a few minutes to get comfortable before I knew I needed to start.
I took a few breaths to focus my mind and get my thoughts in order before I pulled on the Magick. I spread my senses and touched Marcus’s mind, linking our thoughts to allow us to act as one. Once the link was formed between us, allowing us to communicate silently, we connected to Sindee’s mind just enough to monitor her surface thoughts. We didn’t want to invade her privacy. This happened in the space of a few breaths and I began to speak. “Sindee, I have to tell you something that you will most likely find unbelievable. Despite that, I assure you, everything I’m about to say is true and if you need me to I can prove it beyond a doubt.”
“Andrew, that’s not the most comforting thing you’ve ever said to me. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt for now but speak plainly and quickly,” was Sindee’s reply. I admired her directness. She is such a kind loving woman you forget about the steel in her spine unless she has reason to show it.
I took one deep breath and started, “Magick and Mages are real, they exist in this world alongside all the other Myths and Legends such as Vampires, Werewolves and all the others that are too numerous to name right now. I know from that statement alone you’re thinking that I’m some kind of lunatic or that the trauma when I was sixteen is starting to have an effect on my mind. I assure you that I’m perfectly sane.” Her surface thought were a scramble of mixed emotion, everything from thinking I’m crazy as I said, wondering what she’d do if she lost me, debating on hearing me out and believing or running for the car and taking off for town. Those swirling emotions were a good sign as it showed that she wasn’t closing her mind to the possibility. “I’ve known all of this since shortly after our first meeting. The incident that cost me my family was the trigger for the Awakening of my power as a Mage. Think it through with your brilliant mind, I’m sure you’ve seen things in the hospital or other places that didn’t seem to make sense but you dismissed them as a coincidence or they are still nagging you at the back of your mind.” Her thought shifted again to bodies that disappeared from the morgue, blood supplies missing from the hospital.
The her mind brought up a couple of memories of me, the speed at which I recovered from the injuries that put me in the hospital, the complete lack of scarring of any sort where the staples and stitches had held my flesh together. Another image entered he mind, the single white rose with a petal the color of her hair. These images were all good signs as she seemed to be accepting everything that I had told her thus far. Sindee started to speak, “This isn’t possible, it makes no sense. How can any of this exist without everyone knowing it? I know mentally that everything you say is impossible, but I also can’t deny the memories I’m thinking about.” She continues to babble a bit, arguing both sides to herself.
I decided that now would be the right time prove to her at least some of what I was telling her was fact and hope that he mind accepted it. If it didn’t I would lose her and break both of our hearts as it would be the only way to protect her from my reality. I reached into my own connection to the Magick as well as drawing power from Marcus, using more Magick from the Spheres of Mind, Spirit and Prime. I connected more deeply with Sindee and brought our minds into sync with each other wrapping her mind and mine with the feeling and sense of my Avatar. Once this was accomplished I touched all nine Spheres and shared with Sindee what we only spoke of in the past. I first shared with her my feelings for her, letting her see that my heart was hers to do with as she pleased, that she could crush me at will. I had never left myself so open a vulnerable to anyone before. The next thing I share was my memory, vivid as the day it happened, of my Awakening. I was suddenly cast out of her mind and felt myself flying backward through the air. I sense of motion stopped as my back erupted in pain. Right before my head smacked into the same thing my back had and I backed out, my last thought was that everything went wrong and the backlash was killing me as I heard or felt several minds shouting in my head at once, too many minds.
I don’t know how long it was before I opened my eyes again, but it had been a little while. The sun had moved across the sky a fair distance and my skin felt like it was on fire. I tasted copper in my mouth; my body ached as if I had been crushed under something all day. I tried to connect to the Magick and couldn’t touch it right now. While this was a concern, I was more worried about what had happened to Sindee. I looked around quickly, regretting the hasty movement immediately as my head exploded in pain and my vision filled with stars. I didn’t care how much pain I was in, I forced myself to my feet and moved to find her. I spotted Marcus first, he looked worse for the wear but he was starting to move himself. This told me the backlash must have been worse than I expected as I had set up the spells to drawn any backlash to me. My concern for Sindee jumped threefold as I realized what that meant for her. Most Mages, myself included, who knew enough of Life Magick to heal themselves would either carry something to heal or have a spell hanging in the event they were injured. I spotted Sindee almost immediately after the concern spiked in me. She was still sitting in the chair exactly where she was when I started the explanation, not a scratch on her nor a hair out of place. I’d never seen anything like it when a spell went wrong enough to throw other participants at least thirty feet from where they started.
I staggered over to where Sindee was sitting, needing to check and see if she was alright. The memory of my Seeking haunting me as my alternate-self yelled accusations at me saying that it was my fault, I didn’t protect her, she was gone because of me. Fear was riding me like never before. I had been afraid during the attack at the cabin, but this fear paralyzed me and I reached out to check her pulse. I fought this fear, placing my hand on her neck, my heart was pounding so hard I couldn’t feel her pulse over my own. I was staring at her angelic beauty, hating myself for attempting this with someone as precious to me as Sindee was when her eyes slowly opened. My heart leapt for joy that she was alive before sinking in fear again not knowing how she was going to react to the truth of the world around her.
I saw the color of her eyes had changed to a darker gray, looking like storm clouds on the horizon with little flecks of silver warning of the power stored with that storm. There was a sense of peace and knowledge in her that told me without using Magick that she had accepted the truth, I still was afraid of what that meant for us as a couple. My fears were alleviated as Sindee leaned forward slowly, gently brushing her lips to mine, the doing so again as her right hand reached up and cupped my face. She continued to deepen the kiss gently and slowly. A sense of peace and need for her settled over me as I kissed her back, running my tongue along her lips then both of us deepening the kiss as we explored the other’s mouth. We continued to kiss and I ran my hands through her long silken hair and around her body. I dropped to my knees in front of her and embraced her close; wrapping my bruised and pain wracked body around hers, never wanting to let go again. As I held Sindee I felt the pain flowing out of me, just having her near was enough to allow me to ignore the pain of my damaged body.
It was sometime later as the sun moved toward the western horizon when we finally broke our embrace. I looked into her eyes again and tried to tell her how I felt, how much she meant to me. After making several false starts the words that finally came out said it all in their simplicity, “I love you.”
Sindee’s smile could always light to room, but the one she gave me then outshone the sun and all the stars combined as she replied, “I love you too Andrew, heart and soul.”
We stood and walked over to Marcus, his clothing looked a little worse for wear but the time Sindee and I spent in our embrace he put to good use. His skin was healed to pristine condition, the only sign of anything having been wrong in the first place was damage to his clothing and the bloodstains surround it. This brought my mind back to my body and the damage that had been done to it. I realized that there was still no pain and that I didn’t have the coppery taste of blood in my mouth any longer. We climbed into the car and I drove us back into town slowly. We were all silent as the road passed under us. The sun was down by the time the city lights lit the sky ahead of us.
Sindee has a lot of questions as we drove and I explained as much about the world I knew as she asked questions about it. She was most curious about the Magick and how it worked. I took my time to explain everything I could during the drive. We stopped and picked up a bunch of takeout as we hadn’t eaten anything since morning. Marcus took up some of the explanations filling in gaps where he knew things I didn’t. We all passed the night talking full of energy, from where we didn’t know.
We were still awake and talking when the sun rose. The day passed quickly as some of Sindee’s other friends including Natalie came to visit and it turned into an impromptu yard party. Just friends hanging out, drinking, swimming and eating together like an extended family. Once again I spent most of my time staring in wonder at Sindee, thinking out how lucky I was that I had her heart as she had mine. I decided to do something I’d been planning since waking up that first morning looking into her eyes. When I had a few minutes I made a quick phone call, then thinking about the next day, I smiled and put my phone away. I asked Sindee if she had anything she needed to do during the day tomorrow as well as telling her I wanted to take her out for a proper date. She was excited by the prospect as we hadn’t had much time to go out due to our opposing schedules. Fortunately for me, my business allowed for some flexibility as I worked with all the worlds investment markets and primarily with long term investments.
When the night came to an end, everyone settled down throughout the house, crashing where there was room once the guest room was in use. Everyone slept like the dead, none more so than Sindee, Marcus and I as we’d been up for two days before the party wound down. In the morning everyone got ready for their days and went in different direction. I took Sindee to the Forum Shops just to take her for a small shopping spree. We had hit several store getting clothes and accessories for the both of us. Sindee had come out of on boutique with a sealed garment bag, refusing to let me see what was inside. She told me it was for that evenings date and I didn’t get to see it until then. While we were running from store to store I made a few other calls to make arrangements for the evening. After our shopping spree I dropped Sindee off at home and after carrying her backs in for her I told her I’d pick her up at 7 for our night out.
I wanted to look my best for this evening, more so I wanted to look my best for Sindee. I had chosen a tailored Armani suit in black with an emerald shirt and a black tie. I chose platinum for the watch and tie clip. This look was simple but suited my dark hair and eyes. I couldn’t wait to see Sindee and I nervously paced Marcus’s dorm room waiting to go pick her up. I arrived at her house precisely at 7. I felt nervous as a schoolboy picking a girl up for the first time as I approached the door and knocked. Natalie opened the door and looked surprised at my appearance before closing her jaw that dropped and informing me that Sindee would be out momentarily. I waited in the entry for her to come out.
When Sindee came down the hall into the living room I was struck silent by the vision before me. She had chosen an elegantly simple full length dress that hugged the curves of her upper body, becoming a flowing skirt from the waist down. It was deep blue, dark against her fair skin and red hair. Her eyes seemed to shine silver like a full moon over the empty desert night. The neckline dropped just enough to show off the infinity loop I’d given her resting just above the swell of her breasts. Her silken copper red hair braided down her back with a few loose strands framing her angelic face. I stood there staring for a minute or two before remembering how to move and speak. I handed a bouquet of roses to Sindee from which she handed to Natalie and she stepped forward to tank my arm. I finally managed to find my voice again and speak, “There are no words to express what I feel when I see you other than to call you my angel and even that isn’t enough.” I took her hand, bringing it to my lips as I bent down to kiss the back of it the way a gentleman should. My heart was pounding in my chest again, not from fear or nerves but just from being in her presence.
Sindee smiled and blushed at my words and actions as I lowered her hand between us without letting go, laughing she replied, “You clean up well yourself.”
I walked her to the door to head out. When the door opened I was watching her face as she saw the first surprise of the evening; a black stretch limousine to travel in for the evening. We got into the limo and headed out for the evening. I took her to the City Center resort for dinner before we went out dancing. I was the envy of every guy in the club as no one could keep their eyes of the heavenly beauty that I was fortunate enough to love and have love me. My only concern the whole evening was ensuring that Sindee had an unforgettable night. We caught a late show after dancing for a while. At the end of the evening we returned to the limo and the driver took us up to the Resort at Mount Charleston. They had these cabins with great views on the mountains and the valley below them. When we arrived at the resort a concierge came out with the key to the suite I arranged. Before heading to the room we walked out onto the canyon terrace, once there I could feel my heart in my throat and I was positive Sindee could hear it beating through my chest. Once we walked out to the rail overlooking the canyon below and we were alone as I had arranged to have the terrace closed for the evening I turned so that I was facing Sindee. I slipped my hand into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out a ring box. I flipped it open quietly with one hand and then knelt before Sindee holding the box so the ring faced her.
“I have told you how much I love you, shared with you those feelings in the way I am uniquely able to do. From the first day we came back together I have been in love with you so much that it scared me. After spending the time together we have, I want you in my life if you’ll have me. Sindee Erica Grey, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” As those words left my mouth I felt intense relief and eternal dread as I waited for her reply.
The moment between asking her to marry me and hearing her decision felt like an eternity in a single breath. No more than a few seconds passed as I could see the tears in her eyes and her chest rise as she took a breath in to speak her answer…..

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Magical Hearts

Magical Hearts: Chapter 1
What good my deeds earns.
The night had turned cold as an icy wind blew strongly from the north. The heavy clouds that had been threatening rain finally released their burden and the rain was steady and cold. I continued through the night, I was late returning to my studies, my Master probably would not be pleased at my late arrival. The assignment he sent me on should not it taken as long as it did, but there is always one more person that required assistance.
The eerie scream that I heard chill me more than the rain and the wind. It was too short to get anything more than the general direction from where it came. I began heading in that direction facing directly into the wind when a softer cry come to me. The second more muffled, but it spurred me quickly onward.
My Master hated the fact that I would charge toward danger. He said it made me look like a hero, and heroes normally died horribly. I never thought of myself as a hero, but I was no coward and run from the danger either, especially if they were someone my assistance may save.
From the sound, it could not be much further even though I know the wind can carry a softer sound much further than normal. As I crossed the tree line stepping into the wide clearing I saw what had made the scream and why. Face down in the mud was a man about fifty paces from me, a beast, a werewolf ripping at his flesh, from my position I can see another small figure trying to hide but still could not fully muffle her crying.
Anger boiled in me as my magic sore to new heights; instinctually my first attack knocked the werewolf away from the victim. As the beast struggled to regain his footing, a lightning bolt flashed across the distance separating us. The beast howls as lightning burns its flesh for a few seconds. It finally drops to the ground as smoke rises from its body.
I approach the body on the ground and it lies unmoving, even from a few feet away I know he will never rise. I turn and find the girl to check and see that she is hopefully unharmed, even a scratch from the beast could be very bad. My footsteps flushed the crying girl from her hiding spot, and I have to sprint to catch her. Once I do we come to a sliding halt, and I had to step back quickly to avoid her small dagger, I finally brought light into existence and the girl’s eyes widened realizing I was no threat to her. Her hood is down and I cannot truly see her face, but from the way she stands, I can tell she is calm now.
She returned her dagger to its sheath. I bowed to her, rising I say, “I am Julius, apprenticed to the Master Wizard Justin of Benton.”
She takes a deep breath and says, “I am Isabel. Is my manservant alive?”
I shake my head no before I ask, “Are you uninjured Lady Isabel?” Not many people nowadays could afford a manservant so it stood to my reason that this young woman was the child of a noble.
Even in the dim light of my fading spell, I could see her smile. Isabel says, “I am uninjured young wizard, I am also no lady my father is a merchant of some renown. I am Isabel daughter of Jeremiah from the house Morgan.”
I knew Isabel, and of her father Jeremiah Morgan a very wealthy merchant, Jeremiah was leader of clan Morgan. I remember Isabel, a young girl maybe four years younger than I am; she just sprung up over the last few years since last I saw her. Although, his household usually did not remain in any one city for a great deal of time, they have traveled through this area many times. I had always look forward to their passing. For the last few years, I seem to have missed them for one reason or another. That did not explain why she was here by herself with only a single manservant. I ask, “What brings you out in such a dangerous place Isabel?”
Isabel explains, “Julius if you would be so kind to take me to your Master. I bring goods for your Master. He has a long-standing order for rare spices. We did not expect any trouble or father would have sent me with a larger escort.”
To set Isabel’s mind at ease I explain, “I can very well understand that, we had never had problems with werewolves before. They are usually solitary and seldom hunt this close to civilization. I must see to the bodies before we can leave.”
I began a summoning spell and it drawn dead wood from the woods and pine groves it formed into a large block as it gathered in the center of the clearing. I split the block into half then caused each the block to double in size creating openings for which air could enter the wood. I pull forth turpentine from stumps in the pine groves coding each block, finally clearing the area around each large block of all the flammable grass. I brought the bodies to the top of each block. I spoke the three words that ignited the funeral fires.
In the light of the fire, even though the wind and rain keeps Isabel’s cloak pull tight I can see how much her body has changed over the last years. The last time I saw her I cast a light spell above her head, I told her it was her halo, because she looks so much like a young angel. Isabel was the oldest child born to Jeremiah Morgan, and her younger brother and sisters teased her about me.
The flames leapt high quickly, and before long, nothing but ash remained. Now certain that the werewolf truly was dead and his victim would not return I led Isabel away.
We had retrieved the small pack that held the spices wrapped tightly in a waterproof layer of skins. I carried it along with my normal pack. We were not far from our journeys end although much delayed by the events earlier. It was very late as I reach my Master’s door. I spoke the words that communicated to my Master that I have arrived. We waited at his door until he finally poked his head out.
Once he sees Isabel, Justin’s sour disposition changes instantly. Throwing the door open wide, he takes Isabel into his arms. They hug briefly until he pulls back to look at the beautiful girl, probably only fourteen or possibly fifteen years old. Black hair so dark yet glistens in the lowlight coming for my Master’s home, her eyes are so deep blue, and they remind me of the deep ocean at night. She stands tall for a girl the top of her head reaches my shoulder. Her cloak hides most of her figure, and all I get is a few glimpses in the fire light. However, from the sway of her hips as she walked with me I could tell her body was lean and fit.
Justin orders, “Julius build up the fire.” I bowed and slip past him.
I am beginning my work as I hear Isabel say, “Uncle Justin, Julius save my life tonight. A werewolf had attacked and killed Remus as he stood to defend me. I was too scared to run, and only hid a short distance away. Once the werewolf had finished poor Remus, I am sure the beast would have killed me. Julius arrived just in time to rescue me.”
My wise Master has a smile that plays a crossed his face as he turns to me. The smile vanishes as he begins to speak, “Young Julius how often have I cautioned you, now you will suffer a fate far worse than any you can imagine. By the laws of our clan, Isabel now belongs to you. You are to be considered betrothed until such time as a wedding ceremony is performed.”
Isabel and I are both shocked, now in the light for the first time we get a good look at each other. I say addressing my Master, “My Master is this a jest? Isabel is a very beautiful girl, surely I am not worthy.”
Isabel giggles and questions, “Young wizard Julius, did you just say I am beautiful?”
Turning to her in getting a better look at her beauty before I reply, with a smile I say, “Most beautiful girl I have ever met, I would say the most beautiful girl in the whole world.”
Isabel is well traveled, bright with a quick wit about her she asks, “Julius have you met every girl in the world?”
My eyes taking her face, how the smile plays a crossed her lips her eyes glow with merriment. Her beauty has caught my breath and I must break free of it before I answer. Turning back to the fire momentarily I begin before my gazes pulled back to her, “I could not imagine, a girl who could be more beautiful. Angels weep when they see you, because your beauty outshines them.”
Her beautiful eyes shine even brighter, but her smile does not waver. My Master Justin does not control his laughter before he says, “Isabel I am sorry, but my apprentice has truly been captured by you. Apparently, he ran to protect his heart’s desire.”
Isabel turns to her uncle and asks, “Please check Uncle, I feel it but I wish to know for certain.”
Justin shakes his head, but finally looking into Isabel’s face, he begins the spell of loves discovery. Isabel and I move quickly together unable to do anything but find a comfort of each other’s arms. Once there I never wished to leave, and judging from how tightly Isabel holds to me she must feel the same. My Master stops his chanting, but Isabel and I will not release each other. My Master Justin chuckles and says, “Your bond is stronger than most I have ever seen. Now back to the fire young men you must warm your betrothed.”
Isabel giggles looking into my face she says, “I found a warm place my uncle, which I am reluctant to leave.” I would be very reluctant to give up the comfort I feel holding this beautiful girl against me.
Justin chuckles and says, “You two stand there then, I will stoked the fire. I would probably have to break your arms to pull your part right now anyway.” He turns to the fire, and Isabel steps upon her tiptoes and our lips meet. The feeling is magical, and I should know. Justin turns quickly catching our kiss, he gasps at the site of us. Isabel and I both have our eyes closed. However, Justin notices the bright glow that surrounds the two of us.
Justin finally shakes his head and turned back to the fire, we are lost in our kiss until my Master finally shakes us. We break our kiss only to find that a meal has been prepared during our long kiss.
Justin points to the table and says, “Come and eat you will need your strength, we must return to my brother-in-law tomorrow.”
Isabel says as she pulls me to the table, “It will be a four-day journey, they are in Camarillo.”
Justin says, “That cannot be helped, my brother-in-law must approve the betrothal without delay, the spell has consequences. Unless you are married before the next full moon, your bond is so strong that it would kill you. So you need not worry, he must approve. Julius needs only to worry about the dowry he will offer for your hand.”
The two of us look at each other, Isabel bites her bottom lip and it makes her look even more desirable. I say, “I know I cannot live without you now and forever.”
Isabel smiles and says, “I feel the same way my love.”
Justin chuckles and says, “No truer words have ever been spoken. The two of you are bond together as strongly as any I have ever seen. You will not be able to part for whatever the reason and survive more than a day.”
Isabel’s hand squeezes my hand, not out of fear but love. Justin warns, “You must not consummate your bonding before the ceremony, to do so would be and insult to Aphrodite. I fear no sacrifice you can make would appease her. Now eat, we have much to do and a very long journey to begin in the morning.”
Isabel and I feed each other, as Justin shakes his head chuckling softly at us. Between mouthfuls Isabel and I chat, I want to know everything about her and apparently, she feels the same way about me. She informed me she was on her way here not only to deliver the spices, but she needs an examination by her uncle to determine if she has magic.
Her Uncle Justin shakes his head yes, and says, “Yes you do, I told your father that three years ago. If you did not the two of you would not bond so strongly. Moreover, in the morning before we leave I need to test one other thing.”
When it comes time for us to go to sleep Isabel looked at her uncle and says, “Uncle I know we cannot consummate our union this night. Nevertheless, that does not mean I cannot enjoy the warmth of his arms around me. We will leave our clothing on, and sleep above the blankets. I know I will be warm enough in his embrace.”
The look Justin gave me told me Aphrodite would be the least of my worries if I did anything more than hold Isabel tonight. On top of my bed we spooned together with my arms wrapped around her waist, her hands atop mine, and our bodies pressed tightly together. I smell the slight scent of roses in her hair. Once we were comfortable, I heard the beginnings of the spell from the hallway and we both dropped to sleep until awakened by Justin in the morning.
Justin begin the testing of his niece, it was a simple casting, a light spell easy and useful. As Isabel studied the spell Justin sent me to the stream for fresh water, normally we would use the well but I did not question my Master. Justin seldom did anything that he did not have a reason for doing, and I have long since learned to trust him. When I reached the stream, I heard Justin’s mental command to travel further upstream for the water.
Mental communication is by a spell that enchanted a small locket that I wear around my neck. Justin wears a similar one that allows him to give me mental commands. The lockets are very helpful, in everyday situations and when teaching new spells. Some spells can be very dangerous, and the locket is very useful in directing the apprentice.
After going a quarter of a mile upstream, I gently tip the bucket into the water not to disturb the sandy bottom. It is then that I noticed the black sand in the bottom of the stream. The water was moving quickly, so I moved a few rocks and found small nuggets of gold.
I chuckle to myself, and make a mental note to thank my Master. Here is the gold needed for my dowry. After getting a bucket of clean water, I speak the gathering spell that pulls the dust, small flakes, nuggets and even larger chunks of gold from the streambed and banks. The gold melts in midair, dropping the impurities back into the stream. I continue the spell, until a block of solid gold forms to match the weight of Isabel. By that time, the stream runs muddy from the disturbances.
I think of Isabel, and her weight in gold seems like a petty price for her hand. I hear the thunder of a far off volcano. It lies in a part of the country far from everything. Molten rock often spews from it, and no one will live near it because how dangerous it is. Although some people do venture near it when it is quiet, precious gems are found on the surface and washed downstream from some of the torrential rains that fall on its slopes. I would not deny those brave enough their opportunity to find what Mother Nature has already given.
I think of the spell and alter it, I reached deep into the earth under the Volcano, and within the molten rock, and I move gems quickly to the surface wrapping them in a layer of lava. I caused the gems to fly across the distance and drop into the stream to cool. They sizzle in the rock breaks free of the diamond. Before long a third of Isabel’s weight in gems, sparkles at the bottom of the streambed. The total will be a dowry few could ever match.
I stretch the gold cube into an ornate box roses of solid gold grow then flatten themselves against the edge of the box. I had created an opening large enough for the gems a lid forms as the uncut diamonds float into the box. The stones are of all colors, most shaped in an eight-sided crystal. Some crystals are as large as your fist a few even larger than that.
The gold chest seems to be too audacious, so I gather hard wood and spider web, the spider web become silk the color of Isabel’s eyes. The wood a seamless box that holds the gold chest within, the silk forming panels around the box. I draw forth just a little more gold and imprint the silk panels with a golden rose on each panel, which hides the treasure within it, the last touch I create the image of Isabel’s face in a circular panel on top the box. A magical lock keeps the box lid securely in place, only Isabel or someone who loves Isabel could open the box.
A simple spell causes the box to rise into the air and follow along behind me as I get the mental message from Justin that I should return now. It does not take me so long to walk back; joy is in my step as I returned to Isabel.
Walking in I placed the bucket of clear cold water where my Master points. Justin asks Isabel to perform the light incantation, as he directs me to stand beside her. Her spell, is far brighter than most beginning apprentices, and Justin chuckles, even Isabel is a little surprised at how bright her spell is.
Justin says, “It is just as I had believed, the reason your spell is so much brighter is because Julius being here, he need not do anything but his mere presence adds to your power. Julius please perform the same spell as dimly as you can.”
I concentrate as I performed the incantation. I only want the light of a candle to come into existence. Surprisingly, what I get is quite a bit brighter, only slightly dimmer than the light Isabel has created. I am a little more than confused; I have done this spell thousands of times. I can make it is bright as a candle or a torch or even the noonday sun. An incantation we practiced repeatedly; it is easy to judge and is an exercise in control, something I had believed I had mastered.
The light is easily as bright as four candles. Justin looks on grinning, he says, “The two of you make each other more powerful. You will have to learn to know exactly how close each of you are at all times, because it will make a very big difference in combat, especially if you only want to stun your opponent. You are both easily twice as powerful in the presence of the other.”
That gives me an idea, and enchantment never has worked for me before, I know I lack the power previously. However, with Isabel at my side I am confident that the enchantment will work.
Justin seems to have the same idea, he has a rolled up rug ready. He smiles and asks, “Are you ready to try it again?” I shake my head as I release my spell and the light fades.
Isabel giggles seeing her uncle with the rug. In a bright voice she says, “I have seen a few wizards do that before, it will sure beat walking.”
I smile as I take her hand. I say to her, “My love, I have gathered my dowry. With your help, this spell will have us in Camarillo by this evening. You can have your supper with your family.”
Isabel laughs, “Perhaps we should eat at inn I know. Today is one of my younger sister’s turn to cook.”
Justin unfurls the silk rug, it is at least five paces wide and eight long, quite expensive and richly designed. I have retrieved the book that holds the enchantment spell, I read it once more to freshen it in my mind. I explain to Isabel, “I will direct the magic, hold my hand and let it flow, do not try to push or pull the magic just release it so I may direct how it works.” Isabel smiles and takes my hand gives her head a nod. I begin the enchantment I feel power flowing through her hand into mine, and the rug begins to unravel and reform, gold threads from my fingertips are weaved into the rug as it reforms. It seems like only seconds passed until the spell is completed, and the new rug floats waist high off the ground.
Master Justin grins touches the rug and his eyes open widely, once recovered from his mild shock he says, “That was amazing, even a powerful wizard seldom gets the results you just got. The spell is as permanent as the two of you; it will last as long as you live.”
I gestured to the three packs by the door, and they float over and land on top of the carpet. I gestured to the box and it too floats and lands in the center of the carpet beside the packs.
Isabel’s eyes had widened for a moment, giggling she says, “It looks like you can be handy.” I lift Isabel by her hips, set her on the edge of the carpet, lean in, and give her a passionate kiss before we leave.
Justin chuckles then says, “They will be plenty of time for that when we are in the air.”
Isabel stands steps across the carpet lightly, and I jump onto the carpet. Landing on my butt, I wish I remembered that the carpet could feel like it sets upon a stone floor. Only gentle pressure will cause it to move, something heavy or a footstep will not affect the carpet. Isabel comes down gracefully setting at pace in front of the large box. She grins at my face, and says, “That is an interesting chest you have.”
I resist the urge to tease, smiling I say, “It holds my dowry, although I do not think it nearly equal to what you are worth.” Justin rolls his eyes.
Isabel giggles and asks, “May I please look upon what you think is less than my worth.”
I tell her, “Look about you. Everything that is, is not as precious to me as you.”
Justin can no longer contain his merriment, his laughter burst forth as the rug lifts and we began our journey. When standing on the rug you do not feel its movements, it is as if you were in a room, with glass walls that only let a gentle breeze passed through.
Isabel pouts which I cannot resist, I walk to Isabel and lift her to her feet, we walked to the box and I caress the face that appears to look at us. I move a strand of hair back behind the carvings ear, only then is the seam for the lid visible. Then it lifts slightly slides back, and tilts up. Inside is what looks like a rose covered block of gold that brilliantly reflects the sun. I run my hand across the edge, the lid then lifts revealing the uncut diamonds sparkling and millions of rainbows has the gold reflects the bright light through them.
Justin chuckles, “I think my brother-in-law will be very impressed. You know you are going to have to do many good deeds to repay the gods for all that.”
“Master why you think it is always that I run to danger. I have been working at repaying the gods already for a very long time. I will think them every day that I hold Isabel, and continue to do whatever good I may.”
Isabel has tears running down her cheeks, and I have no idea why, pulling her to my chest I kiss her tears away. “What sorrows you my love? What brings tears to your eyes?”
There is no true sadness in her eyes when she looks at me. With a sniffle Isabel replies, “It is your fault, your beautiful words, and a treasure more than I have ever seen and you say it’s less than what I am worth to you. How can I measure up to this?”
Smiling I say, “You have already my love. To me this is nothing more than a little metal and some crystals. It means nothing without you. You are the mother of my children yet to be born. My friend, my lover the one person I will and can always count on.”
Isabel buries her face into my chest and holds me tight. Justin chuckles, “I think the girl already loves you, you do not need the work so hard to try to win her.”
With a smile, I turn to him, “My Master I only said what is in my heart.”
Isabel lifts her face to me tears still flow, although her eyes glow with happiness now. Isabel says, “I love you. My uncle is right you need to do no more to win me. However, if you stop saying those beautiful words, I am going to hit you. You keep saying whatever my love is in your heart.”
I wave my hand in the box lids close. At speed we are traveling we near the edge of the dragons hold, he allows a safe passage for a price. We carry twenty gold pieces and dropped them in a certain spot he collects them later. The carpet seems to read our minds and brings us down to that spot. Justin drops the small pouch holding our fee, and we lift and away we fly. That would normally take us two days and mark half of our journey, it is been less than an hour at this pace we will reach our journeys end in time for lunch.
On this rare occasion, we actually see the Dragon. He flies behind us and we outpace him he is quickly but a small dot in the sky. I am sure he only come to see what shared his sky, not much would dare unless he grant safe passage.
Most people would avoid crossing his domain, but wizards and dragons have a treaty, we do not try to kill each other on this world. We are probably only two powerful beings here capable of killing the other. A wizard vulnerable to certain attacks, a dagger through the heart always works, but so does dragons’ fire. When it comes down to a duel between the Dragon and a wizard only the Gods know who will win. However, one thing is always true; they are going to be a lot of damage done before there is a victor, if one at all.
Justin chuckles, “The Dragon says thanks for the gold, and it gives him something to trade for the cows he likes. He was down to just a few gold coins, since he normally does not keep them. Preferring to melt the gold and added to the floor of his cave for his bed.”
I chuckle, “We should start just bringing cattle, and cut out the middleman. I think the Dragon usually pays too much for his food.”
Isabel gives me an angry look that causes me to wilt. She says, “Not on the new carpet, no cattle crapping all over the rug. We will give the Dragon extra gold if we have to.”
Justin chuckles, and I say, “My apologies my love, I forgot cattle do that, whenever and wherever they are in the mood.”
Isabel giggles and pulls me into a kiss, and again we lose ourselves to our passion. It is not until we run into a cold rain that we break. I lift my hand and gesture a screen forms acting as an umbrella keeping the rain away. We have already started to descend to land at Camarillo’s outer gate. The bazaar is just inside that gate. We can already see the tent tops for house Morgan.
We could easily land within the city walls, but that would just be rude to the guard whose job it is to protect the city. Camarillo is a friendly enough city, the guards usually righteous, and justice normally prevails. Trade is usually good, it has a large harbor on the North West side of the city, and good roads help the trade locally. The outskirts have some estates, giving way to farmland and many ranches.
The bazaar will have everything one could desire or pay for, except for a slave. At least slavery abolished here for nearly ten years, which is where Master Justin found me. I was the son of a farmer, until Raiders came killing my father and mother. They took me for a slave.
Master Justin did not purchase me he freed me. He brought the images out of my mind of that terrible night. The population here demanded an end to it. They can no longer stand the injustice done to many for the comfort of a few.
Now they use a different system, criminals placed up for sale; even they are not truly slaves they merely serve out their sentence as such. Once their time served, they are free again. They are bondservants, I feel it is a better solution than many kingdoms, were criminals are merely put to death, or starved in dungeons and left to rot.
Even bondservants receive fair treatment, an adequate diet provided for them. In addition, they are never to be beaten, or you may find yourself up for bond if you miss treat them. Of course, the system does have a flaw, if you have enough money you can buy yourself.
My Master is actually my teacher; master refers to his rank as a mage, nothing more. In truth, he is more of a father to me than anything. He is cared for me since that day. It was more than a year before he discovered I had magic and strong magic at that.
My training as a mage began the day he discovered my magic just, by coincidence it was a day that the Morgan clan was passing through, I could not been more than nine at the time. When Justin complaint I needed to light more candles, I performed a light spell as I started to light candles. It was a spell I seen him do often, and I simply copied what he had done.
Isabel could not been more than five years old at the time, and I did not notice her until later. Well to be more accurate she noticed me first she could not have been more than eight, when the clan stayed overnight. I was twelve, and Isabel followed me around like a puppy. I guess I was too young to notice at the time, but thinking back, I enjoyed her being with me.
I think she was eleven on the last trip that I had seen her, she was all elbows and long skinny legs that last time I saw her. Her face was beautiful, that is why are called her a young Angel. To see that smile on her face when I said that warmed my heart. Seeing that smile maybe forget all the pain I had endured before Master Justin took me into his life. That is far more than enough of the past.
Now as the carpet descends I hold Isabel, my future wife. I cannot believe how lucky I am seeing the love in her beautiful face.
I cannot help but notice the slight tremor in her body as I hold her close. Perhaps it is just nerves, now that we need to face her father. I am not that concerned, after all I am sure I got more than her weight in gold, and more than a third of her weight in diamonds.
Only a few kings have gotten a dowry that is so richly laden for the hand of the daughters, a treasure most greedy man would love to possess. However, what I remember of Jeremiah he was not all about the money. Now is my turn to be nervous, after all, I am only a journeyman wizard, apprenticed to his brother-in-law, and a former slave, once for sell at this market, with no name of my own.
The storm had already past here, and the sun is to our backs as we cast a large shadow across the ground. Many in the city notice our arrival. We can already see children running towards the gate; some adults follow their own children at a slower pace.

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Returning Chapter 01

Hi all this is my first story her and I am looking for honest helpful criticism. If all you have is hateful comments please keep them to yourself. If you see I have misused a word then please tell me, that is how we learn. Don’t be surprised if I comment back to learn more about your opinion.
This chapter starts the adventure of Rhys David Cain, Yes there will be lots of sex in his life but there may not be sex in every chapter. (The first name is pronounce Reese for those who want to know.)
Enjoy or not that is up to you.
Thanx
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I guess you could say I was born when I was 20 years old. I know that sounds odd but in a way it is very true. The first thing I can remember is waking up in a hospital, I did not know who I was or where I was, I knew it was a hospital because there were nurses and doctors everywhere.
I was informed by the doctors that I was suffering from amnesia, in other words I couldn’t remember anything. Apparently I had been found in the water off the coast of main by a fishing boat, the fishermen told everyone I had fell out of the sky into the water. No one believed them.
The doctors did what tests they knew how to do back then but they said there was nothing they could do for me and the only thing they found on me was a necklace with a copper pendant on it. The pendant had two names engraved into it; Morgana Wynnifred Oakbloom and Rhys David Cain. They assumed I was Rhys since I did not look like a Morgana.
I seemed to be better educated than the average person and none of my education had left with my memories. That was 80 years ago.
At 100 years old I am still a fairly active person if private. My son owns a ranch in Texas and I had gone down to his place to go kill some feral hogs on his ranch, I loved to hunt and I had agreed to go readily. That is how I found myself walking through the woods on that day.
I was walking tracking a hog that I had wounded trying to follow the blood trail. I had my big hunting rifle on my arm and a pair of Ruger Super Blackhawk Hunter edition pistols on my hips. My backpack had a few boxes of ammo for each and a lot of my survival gear. I also had my big survival knife tucked into a sheath in the middle of my back. The knife was one of my favorite possessions; it was a hand forged Damascus steel blade with a hollow ivory handle.
I had been tracking the hog for about an hour when the radio on my pack squawked and my son asked for my location. I told him I was about five miles north of camp along the creak. He told me I might want to head back that a bad storm was on the way in. I told him I would head back in a few I was tracking a wounded and needed to finish it off at least.
Another hour and the wind and first drops of rain started hitting me, still no hog so I turned to head back to camp. As I turned reaching for my radio I stopped moving in a little bit of shock. Standing twenty feet behind me was a beautiful woman she was about five foot eleven inches tall had midnight black hair all the way down to her waist and some how she was very familiar to me. The pointed ears peeking through her hair on the sides about an inch were very noticeable. Her skin was pale and her eyes were light green. The most striking thing was how narrow her features were. I would almost say she looked like and elf.
The woman looked at me a spoke in a very musical sounding voice “Rhys it is time to come home we need you.”
The lightning bolt struck me dead in the top of the head as I screamed out “Morgana!” and the world went black…
I felt stiff and sore, I thought heaven was supposed to be an end to all pain; maybe I went the other way. As I opened my eyes I had to blink a few times, it was just as dark with them opened as it was with them closed. I was sitting up with my legs folded in front of me Indian style. I reached back and pulled the flashlight off my backpack and thumbed it to life.
I was sitting in a stone walled room. There seemed to be several pieces of stone furniture sitting around the edge and a fire pit in front of me. There was no wood in the pit and I suddenly realized how cold it was in the room. I could see my breath reflecting in the beam of the flashlight.
I got up to see if I could find any wood in the room, but as I stood the fire pit suddenly burst into flame, no wood, just flames dancing over the pit. I could feel the heat coming off the fire almost immediately. That was when I remembered the radio.
I reached back and pulled the mike around and pressed the talk button on the side. I called out to my son to report that I was still alive and got no answer, not even static. I pulled my back pack off and set it around in front of me to pull the radio off. The power light was still on but there was no sound coming out. I turned the squelch all the way down and flipped through the channels. There was no chatter or static on any of them.
I thumbed the radio off to conserve the batteries and got up to walk around the room. As I walked along, torches flared to life along the walls of the room. I stepped in front of a mirror and dropped into a crouch as I spun drawing one of the pistols on my hip. I had seen someone in the mirror but there was no one there. I stood up and turned back to the mirror. There was a young man looking at me, he had jet black hair and a small goatee on his chin. His eyes were a deep brown that women would call dreamy. His face was ruggedly handsome but had a scar that ran from just below his eye all the way to his lip it was a thin scar just a hint of one.
I recognized him I had last seen him eighty years ago, the very first time I could remember looking in a mirror. I had shaved off the beard that day and never grew it back.
As I continued to walk around and look I came across a doorway that was completely blocked by rubble but I could feel a cold wind leaking in around it. Towards the back of the room I found another doorway, this one was dark. As I touched the door frame to look in the torches in this small room flared up. Inside there was a large black horse and a white wolf. The horse was dressed in armored barding with packs on his rump and an odd looking saddle the likes of which I had never seen. It stood at least six and a half feet high at the shoulders and was wider than a large man across its chest. The wolf was large maybe two hundred pounds and all white with sparkling blue eyes.
A heard a female voice, “It’s about time Rhys.” I turned to look for the speaker and the wolf trotted past me to walk over to the fire and sit in front of it. Then the horse walked by me and stood by the fire as well.
I shook my head and continued around the room. A third doorway was there this one also dark, I reached up and touched the doorframe and the torches inside flared to life. Inside was a dummy with a set of light armor and weapons. The weapons were a pair of short swords on the hips, a pair of long swords on the back and a bow across the chest with a quiver of arrows on the back between the swords. There was also a buckler type shield on the left arm and a cloak draped across the back. The armor looked like it was lacquered black. The bow was made out a strange black and white striped wood. The swords all had black lacquered handles.
“Will you quit screwing around and put your gear on those clothes look ridiculous.” The female voice said.
Again I turned to look for the speaker and so no one except the horse and the wolf, the wolf was staring at me. “Did you just speak to me?”
The voice was in my head not my ears. “Of course I spoke to you that is what familiars do, now get dressed and get us out of here, we have been in stasis for six thousand years and I am itching to hunt.”
I stepped backwards into the little room as the wolf spoke in my mind, as I entered there was an odd tingling sensation and I stepped forward again in reaction. As I looked back in the room the clothing I had on was now on the dummy and the armor was on me weapons and all. I looked down the guns were on my hips with the short swords laced under them.
I looked at the wolf, “Where am I, who are you and what is going on here?”
As I spoke the dark haired woman appeared but I could see through her to the wolf on the other side. “Likka He cannot remember anything from before, something went wrong with his crossover, it is for the best. If he does not know, his enemies will not know it is him. I brought him back because the Calin are on the move again. The mage kings are trying to crush all hope from the people and he is the only one that can stop them.” She then turned to face me, “My love I cannot stay long this drains me to project like this, you must travel east from here to the town of Quinn. There you will find answers, talk to the one the town’s people call Father.” With that she faded from view as if she had never been there.
“Who was that?”
“I can’t tell you Rhys, she told me not to.” The wolf said in my head.
“You’re my familiar right?”
“Yes Rhys but please do not do force me.”
“Why?”
“Because while you were living in the lap of luxury for six thousand years in another world she stayed behind to keep the people safe, because you had to leave she ended up… I can’t tell you. Please Rhys trust her and I, she knows more than we do.”
I walked over and knelt in front of the wolf, “Likka?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me one thing and I will let it go.”
“If I can I will tell you anything.”
“Did I trust her before?”
“Rhys you trusted her with your life and your dearest secret.”
“Then let’s get out of here so we can travel eastward.”
The horse snorted in agreement and the wolf laughed in my head…
I had spent the better part of an hour looking at the rocks in the doorway out, from as many angles as I could, trying to figure out if I could even work one of them loose. I somehow got the feeling the wolf was laughing at me behind my back. I had finally gotten annoyed with her enough to turn and say something, as I put the hand on the doorframe to stand up the rocks just disappeared. I turned to see the wolf rolling on the floor with her tongue lolling out.
The wolf looked up at the horse, “This is going to be so much fun” as she continued her wolfish laughter. The horse just shook its head.
I put my backpack on and picked up the rifle. I slid the rifle into the spear quiver in front of the saddle on the horse and led it out into the cold morning air. I mounted the horse and pulled my survival knife out. I unscrewed the base of the knife to look at the little compass inside. “The road heads east so we will follow it.”
We made it down out of the mountains by nightfall into a little glade. As I stopped to look at the area as a possible campsite the wolf wandered out of the woods carrying two rabbits in its jaws. I busied myself looking through the packs on the horse and found a small tent and some blankets. There were even two pillows. I set the tent up and set a ring of stones to start a fire. I used my knife to shave some dry wood to make kindling and then opened the handle to pull out a match. Nine left I thought to myself need to get some more at the store when we get to town. Soon I had a cheery fire going and set about cleaning and skinning one of the rabbits. “Do you want me to clean and skin your rabbit too?”
“Just skin it please I hate getting the fur in my throat.” Likka replied.
“What is the horses name anyway?”
“Reaper.”
“Reaper do I need to tie you up or do you stick around on your own?”
The horse shook like he was trying to get water off.
“I didn’t mean to insult you, just trying to get to know you again.”
I unpacked and unsaddled the horse while the rabbit cooked over the fire. He then wandered over a bit to eat some of the grasses and flowers in the glade.
After dinner I pulled my journal, pen and flashlight out of my pack and crawled into the tent. I set the flashlight up as a lantern and began to right down the days events. I mused to myself in writing just how odd it was that I had just completely accepted this world without question. It almost felt like I had come home after a very long journey.
After I was done I began to strip off my armor and gear, I did not think I would ever get all the weapons off, besides the pistols, swords and bow, there were better than a dozen knives of all sizes hidden on and in my armor and boots. There were also a group of five odd looking blades in both of my sleeves. These were only about four inches long and sharp on both sides but had no handles. I placed them on the growing pile with the others. I stripped down to my underwear just to find out they had changed as well, these were more of a folded over cloth with a string belt.
I stepped out to answer the call of nature then climbed back into the tent. I was just about to turn out the light when Likka spoke. “You have a guest coming to you, she is safe.”
“Who?” I said as the tent flap moved aside and into the tent crawled a woman. She was beautiful, long white hair and sparkling blue eyes. As I started to speak she put her finger to my lips and shook her head. She then leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, at first I was frozen in shock but I quickly warmed to her kiss and began to return it.
She sat back and pulled the straps on the white dress she wore to allow it to slide down her body as she crawled out of it. She had a small patch of snow white hair between her legs and her skin was pale as alabaster.
She leaned forward again and placed her lips to my chest and began to kiss her way downward. Her hands reach out and untied the string of my loin cloth then she pulled it away and tossed it with the rest of my clothes. I felt her lips begin to caress my cock as all nine inches of it stood to greet her.
Her mouth closed over the head of my manhood as I reached out to guide her body over mine. As her legs straddled my head I extended my tongue outward and began to lick from her clit to her puckered rosebud. She moaned around my manhood the vibrations nearly sending me over the edge. I pushed my tongue into her rear ebtrance and she squealed around my cock and began to push down to meet my thrusting tongue. Her mouth worked downward until I felt myself slip into her throat. I moved my tongue to her flower and pushed it into her again she squealed and moaned. Then I felt her spray onto my face and I drank as if it was water and I were dieing of thirst. Twice more I set her off as she worked my passion with her mouth. As she began to shudder into her fourth orgasm I exploded into her throat, she pulled back and took my following spurts into her mouth, I felt her roll my seed in her mouth around my cock as she savored the taste.
She turned around on top of me and began to clean her own juices of my face. With a thrust of my hips I pushed myself into her. She arched her back as she accepted my entrance into her incredibly tight womanhood. She was squeezing me so tight it almost hurt as I bottomed out into her. I could see her biting her lip to try and not make any noise. I began to thrust in and out with long slow strokes as she shivered and vibrated on top of me. I reached up to tweak her nipple and she let out a deep sound it was almost a growl as she arched her back. I pulled her down and sucked the crown of her breast into my mouth and she again made that deep sound. Then I felt her womanhood clamp down on my shaft as she sprayed her nectar onto me. We rutted like animals every time she would come down I would drive her back into the frenzy. As I finally hammered my release into her womb she bit into my shoulder and raked her nails down my sides.
She rolled off of me and lay beside me on her stomach panting. Moved over on top of her and reached for the pillows. I lifted her up and placed the pillows under her hips. She looked back towards me as I took my slimy cock in hand and aimed at her tight rosebud. I began to push she pushed back as I felt the head of my staff push past her entrance and begin to slide in. She again let out that growl as I began to thrust in and out of her bowels. Very soon she was thrusting back and beginning that vibration that I knew meant she was going to orgasm. This time as she tightened around me she howled out and tensed up. Four more times she howled through an orgasm. On the fifth I moaned and began to thrust as deep as I could, I flooded her so much it began to spray out around my manhood.
As we lay there panting I asked “Who?”
She looked at me and touched my lips with her finger again then picked up her dress and slipped out of the tent.
Likka spoke in my mind, “Damn you learned some new tricks over there.”
“You were watching?”
Likka’s laughter was all that came back…
I woke up the next morning and retrieved a small mirror from my backpack to look at the bite the beautiful woman had given me last night; I figured I would have to doctor it even if I did thoroughly enjoy getting it. I wet a rag from a water bottle out of my pack and held the mirror up I washed the dried blood off of my shoulder and looked in amazement. There was no wound, just dried blood that washed away like yesterdays dirt. I stretched and looked at my side as I wiped with the rag the scratches were the same just dried blood down my side. “What the fuck?”
“You really don’t remember anything at all do you?”
“But she bit and scratched me I know she did there was the dried blood.”
“Strong emotions cause you to heal faster; Lust, Love, Rage, any strong emotion will make you heal faster, the stronger the emotion the faster you heal and the strongest is lust, especially battle lust.”
I shook my head and headed for the stream to wash off. The water was cold enough to make me worry about little Rhys shrinking away to nothing, but it got me clean.
After I put my armor back on I started to put weapons back, when I reached the odd little blade to put them back in my sleeve I found that the little pockets they went into were already full. I pulled one out to look at it and when I went to put it back again they were full. I just shook my head and dropped the rest of them into my pack.
We broke camp and I mounted Reaper to head east…
About noon I was just starting to get hungry again when Likka spoke in my mind, “We have a group of Lithan coming and they have your scent get ready to fight.”
“How many?”
“Twenty-five.”
I pulled my rifle and dropped off of Reaper. “What direction?”
“They are coming strait down the road ahead of you.”
I dropped to one knee and waited with my rifle up at my shoulder. I pivoted the scope out of the way and waited. I didn’t have to wait long. Around a bend in the road ahead came a group of howling creatures, they were about five feet tall, had a sickly green color to there skin and looked like something out of a child’s nightmare. They had the snout of a pig and a mouth full of teeth that belong to a shark. In there hands they carried stone axes and clubs. I pulled the trigger and my rifle roared to life. Six times I shot and six of the creatures fell dead in the road. I dropped the rifle and stood up drawing both Rugers. Alternating left to right I fired twelve more times, eighteen down. I holstered the Rugers and drew my long swords off my back, I had never fought with these but I did not have time to reload. I waded into the creature swinging, as the first one reached me I took his weapon hand off with one sword and his head with the other. The second one fell to a blade through the eye from my left sword while the third was nearly cleaved in half from a downward blow from the right. My left hand blocked a descending club as my right stabbed under it to pass clear through the creature’s throat. I turned to see Reaper crush the skull of one of the creatures with his hooves as I took the head of another. The last creature fell to Likka as she ripped out its throat.
“You’re rusty.” Was all Likka said as I stopped to clean my weapons.
I walked over to my back pack and pulled out 2 boxes of ammo and reloaded my Rugers and the rifle.
“Those are very nice magic weapons you have there did they come from the other world?”
“Yes the small ones are called pistols, they are for short range and the long one is called a rifle it is for long range.”
I un-slung my bow and as quickly as it was in my hand drew and fired an arrow to my left without looking. One of the Lithan stumbled out from behind a tree with an arrow in its eye. “It seams I am not the only one that is rusty.” I said pointedly to the wolf.
As I place the ammo boxes back in my pack I wondered to myself how I had learned to do that with a bow.
I realized that ammo was going to go pretty fast if I had to use that many bullets at a time here. I now had three hundred rounds left for the rifle and three hundred for the pistols. I pulled out the last of the rabbit and mounted back up.
As evening fell I stopped again to make camp when I made my fire ring I pulled out a match and looked in the knife handle there were nine left. I screwed the back on the knife and then removed it again there were now ten matches. “Thank you Morgana.” I thought quietly.
“She didn’t do it.” Likka thought back.
“Who?”
“You.”
I mused about this as I got the fire going and then retrieved my bow for some hunting. As I got the bow curiosity bit me like a bug, I opened the boxes of ammo out of my pack to look at the ones I had removed from and they were full again.
“Me again?”
“You were the only one that ever mastered that trick.”
“This time you make the bed while I hunt” I thought as I stuck my tongue out at Likka.
“Don’t stick it out unless you intend to use it.” She laughed back…
I walked back into camp carrying both haunches off of a buck I took down about a mile out from camp. I threw one of them down for the wolf and she began to gnaw at it like she was starving. The other one I butchered out into thin fillets and put them on a spit over the fire. I reached into my pack and pulled out a bottle of water knowing it would be replaced as soon as I closed the pack. I also pulled out a bowl and poured about half the water out for Likka.
After dinner Likka moved off to scout the area as I moved over to the tent to find the bed made completely. I just shook my head and began to write in my journal again. As I reached to shut off my light, the woman again crawled into the tent and put her finger over my lips. This time I reached up to remove her dress as she smiled at me. She dove towards me as we kissed deeply. When we came up for air I pushed her back and down onto her back. I slid down her body kissing and nibbling at her neck and chest until I reached her breasts. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and began to suckle at it as she moaned. I moved to the other breasts and kissed and sucked at it until she began to vibrate beneath me. As she moaned out her pleasure I slid down kissing my way to her white patch. I reached down with my tongue and began to flick at her clit. With my first contact her legs locked around my head and squeezed. I reached up with one of my hands and dipped it into the wetness that was collecting on her lips and slid my finger into her tunnel. With a come hither motion of my finger I began to rub the spongy flesh inside her and she went wild and began to buck against my face. As my other hand came up and my finger pushed into her back entrance she squealed and cried out, “Rhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyssssssssssssss!!!!!!!”
As she came down she began to twitch with every flick of my tongue. Her hands twisted into my hair and pulled me away from her as she whimpered and tried to cover herself from my oral assault. I withdrew my hands and kissed my way up her body until she again began to lick her own juices off of my face. In one thrust I pushed all the way into her tight pussy. She cried out as she bit her own knuckle and I began to thrust in and out. She began to grunt with each thrust as I pushed into her, she again began to vibrate and shake as she climaxed. As she climbed into her fourth climax I thrust with all I had literally picking her hips up off of the bedding and pushed into her womb as I spurted. It felt like I released a gallon into her womb as she quivered and moaned beneath me.
Before she could recover completely I pulled out of her and lowered my aim. She smiled up at me as I began to push into her rear entrance. Soon she was making that deep growling sound again as she climaxed into yet another orgasm. I lost count of how many times she growled out her orgasms before I spent myself inside of her.
As I lay down next to her trying to catch my breath she started to gather her dress and slip out of the tent. I reached out and caught her hand. “You don’t have to leave Likka.”
Her head turned quickly to look at me, “When?”
“When you called my name, your voice is the same.”
“I have to patrol.”
“Reaper can warn us, sleep with me and share more than just lust with me.”
She placed her dress with my clothes and crawled back up next to me. Soon I felt her breathing deepen and then I drifted off with her in my arms…
I awoke to the sound of birds in the morning air. Likka was still asleep in my arms and it took a bit of effort to get out of the tent without waking her. I stirred the fire up and looked through the horse packs and found a coffee pot and some coffee. Nice this world was at least partially civilized. I started a pot boiling as I started getting Reaper ready for the day. I checked his hooves and saddled him. Then placed his packs and barding on. Just as I was finishing Likka slipped out of the tent smiling then dropped down on all fours as a wolf again. We ate leftover venison and I drank coffee and gave her more water…
Around noon we crested a rise to see a small town below us. The town had a stockade of wooden posts all the way around it and the trees had been taken down for farmland for a mile around it in every direction. We rode down and towards the town. “Is this Quinn?”
“I don’t know I have been in stasis for six thousand years while you goofed off.”
“You do know I wasn’t exactly goofing off over there don’t you?”
“How many creatures did you fight?”
“Well I didn’t fight any I hunted a bit.”
“How many towns did you save from mages or monsters?”
“Well none really, but…”
“Goofing off.”
As we rode up to the gate the guard standing there looked at me and said, “The wolf will have to be in a cage when in the town.”
“You tell her that, she might only rip you hand off and not your head.”
“I am sorry she stays out here or you cage her.”
I pushed past him and Likka started to follow. The guard reached to draw his sword, mine was much faster. By the time he had his sword half drawn I had dropped off Reapers back and the tip of my long sword was under his chin. “I would suggest your hand come off your sword before it comes off your wrist.”
As I spoke a horn blared in the distance back the way we had come from. I looked to see the farmers outside of the town dropping their tools and running towards the town. At the top of the hill I saw Lithan come out of the tree line, there were thousands off them.
I watched as they began to charge down the hill towards the town. I watched as the farmers ran and a young girl fell she struggled to get back up but was dragging her leg. I vaulted onto Reapers back and yanked him around to ride out towards the girl. My rifle roared in my hand. Likka howled as we both ran towards the girl. Six times my rifle roared six Lithan in the lead fell. I stuffed the rifle back in the spear quiver. I drew the pistol on my right hip. Six times it roared before I reached the girl. I reached out with my left hand and clasped her outstretched arm. Without thought I swung her behind me on Reapers back and yelled “Hold On!”
Reaper skidded to a halt as I holstered my right pistol and cross drew my left one. As Reaper turned to head back to the town my pistol roared six more time and the 6 closest Lithan fell. Reaper and Likka ran through the gate with only about thirty feet between us and the lead Lithan. The gate slammed behind us as the bar was dropped into place. “Her leg is broken; do you have a doctor here?”
“What is a dok tor.”
“Medicine man, Leach, Healer?”
“Our healer was killed during the last raid.”
Why I did what I did I don’t know, it was just an instinctual reaction. I reached back and brought the girl forward into my arms. I looked down at her leg twisted and already starting to swell. I touched my hand to the leg right above the break and tried to extend my healing into her. I watched as the leg untwisted and snapped back into place with an audible cracking sound. The girl screamed and passed out.
The girl’s mother ran up crying. I handed hear down to her mother and said, “She will be fine now. Take her home and let her rest.
I dropped down off of Reaper and grabbed my back pack off of his packs. I reloaded my pistols and ran for the stairs up onto the battle stage for the stockade. I looked down over the top at the sea of Lithan below. There was no thought just rage that ran through me as I leaped over the top of the wall drawing my long swords as I fell. As I struck the ground the world turned red in my vision. I struck out with both swords and creatures fell. Then it was just a blur of movement in my vision as I began to dance the deadliest dance known to man. Block, strike, parry, slash, guard, stab within seconds there was a ring of dead at my feet. In minutes I was cutting my way through the Lithan faster than they could get to me. I heard the guards on the wall telling someone that I had slipped into the battle lust. When half the number of Lithan lay dead in the field the other half broke and ran. I dropped to one knee as I readied my bow and then began to fire into them as they ran. I killed nearly a hundred more before they made it into the tree line.
I stood up and started walking towards the town when I reached the gate the guards on the wall had there bows drawn and pointing at me. “Open the gate and let me in.”
A murmur ran through the guards as one with a crest stepped forward. “Look up at me warrior.”
I looked him straight in the eye.
“How did you come back out of the battle lust, no one does that once the craze is upon them the fight until they are killed, friend and foe alike.”
“Reaper open the gate!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
The gates swung open with a loud crash as my horse kicked back and broke the bar holding them in half. I walked in and mounted Reaper. I looked down and asked a young girl that was standing there. “Is there an Inn around here where a man might find a hot bath and a hot meal?”
“The Headless Griffon sir, it is but a few blocks that way.”
I reached into the pouch on Reaper’s saddle and pulled out a gold coin and dropped it to her. “Thank you.” I rode in the direction she indicated.”
Likka looked up at me. “You starting to remember aren’t you.”
“No.”
“The how did you know about the gold pouch and how did you slip so easily into the battle lust and back out?”
“I thought about something that happened when I first woke up in the other world.”
“What?”
“I still had all my skills and knowledge just no memories. So I just let myself do what felt natural.”
“Interesting.”
I looked up to see a sign in front of an inn. It was of a fancy griffon but somewhere along the line the corner had broken off the sign taking the head of the griffon with it. I chuckled to myself as I slipped out of Reapers saddle and walked in through the front door. I walked up to the bar to find a middle aged man standing behind it. “I need a room for the night, a hot bath, a hot meal, a bottle of good whiskey and stabling for my horse with an extra measure of oats for him.”
He turned to look at me and when he saw my blood soaked armor his eyes got wide as silver dollars. “Yes sir and could I interest you in my wives cleaning service for you armor and clothes.”
“Armor I will care for, clothing yes.”
I reached into my pouch at my hip and pulled out five gold coins and laid them on the bar. He looked at them and then scooped them up to disappear into his apron. He then reached under the bar and pulled out a square bottle of whiskey and sat it on the counter. He then called out “Peotter get in here boy.”
A boy of about 12 years of age ran out of the kitchen area. “Yes sir.”
“Take this lords horse and put it in the stable give it a double measure of oats and brush it down real good.”
The boy looked at me wide eyed, “Peotter if you will move my stuff from my horse to my room this will be yours if everything is there when I get to the room.” I held out another gold coin.
The barman said “I will have Missa draw a bath for you M’Lord. Will you be eating in your room or will you come to the common area?”
“I will eat down here good sir and I am not a lord just a common wanderer.”
“I must ask sir is the wolf dangerous to my other guests?”
“Only if they are dangerous to her.”
“I would actually be more afraid of the man in front of you right now Kinal.” A voice said from behind me. “He single handedly killed 2100 of the Lithan just a few minutes ago. The only reason he didn’t kill more is because they ran.”
I turned to see a young man dressed in fine clothing of soft cloth. “I am sure you exaggerate Lord. I am sure if I killed that many I would be at least a little tired.”
He laughed. “Well Armsmaster what brings you to the western town of Quinn?”
“I am traveling east and had hoped to speak with father before I continue my trip.”
“I am sure he would be glad to speak with you I can ask him to drop by tomorrow around noon.”
“You do me a service Lord.”
“You have done us a much greater one. After your fight with the Lithan it will be at least a year before they come back here.”
I bowed lightly as he turned to leave…
I had gone to my room to strip out of my armor and weapons my gear was laying on the floor in my room. I pulled out my cleaning kits and started cleaning my armor, guns and weapons. As I was finishing there was a light knock on my door. “Come in.”
A young girl of about seventeen years old opened the door. She had a shock of red hair that hung down past her waist and was thick and curly it looked more like a mane than hair. She was thin with small breasts about the size of a couple of tangerines. Her eyes were a beautiful emerald green. “Sir your bath is ready.”
I followed her to the bathing room to find a steaming tub of water I place my clothing and pistols on the table next to the tub and then stepped into the tub. Now that felt good. I dunked my head under the water and as I came up I felt the girl step up behind me and begin to wash my hair. As she used a scoop to rinse my hair she stepped around in front of me. She was completely naked. She washed my back and chest then had me stand up so she could wash my legs and when she began to wash my private area I turned red in the face. Likka began to chuckle in my mind. “What’s so funny?”
“You act like you have never had a bath before.”
“Well I have never had a bath from an underage girl.”
“Underage for what?”
“Underage for sex.”
“Rhys she is a bar girl, if she wasn’t she would probably already be married and have kids by now. Most girls are married at age thirteen.”
As I stepped out of the bath Missa began to dry me off and Likka jumped in the tub. I
chuckled “Missa will you help me bathe Likka?”
“Will she bite me sir?”
“Not while you are bathing her.”
Likka stuck her tongue out at me.
“Don’t stick it out unless you intend to use it.” I thought to her.
After Likka was clean and dried I got dressed in a clean set of clothes. I reached into my pouch and pulled out 2 gold coins and handed them to Missa “Thank you Missa.”
She took them with wide eyes as she got dressed.
“Missa who do I give my clothing to so they can be cleaned?”
“I will take them sir.”
“Thank you.”
I headed down to the common room to eat with a wet happy Likka following me. As I sat at a table I could hear whispers of conversation going on around me, everyone was talking about my personal war that afternoon. I just shook my head.
The barman Kinal came out of the kitchen with a platter with a roast, a tankard of ale, a loaf of bread and a slab of cheese on it and brought it to my table. As he sat it down I held out a gold coin “Would you bring out about twenty pounds of raw meat for my friend here.”
As the coin disappeared into his apron he said, “Certainly sir.”
After I had eaten my fill I sat back to just listen to the crowd. It was the voice saying “He doesn’t look so tough to me.” That pulled my awareness in his direction. A young street tough was trying to pump his self up after a few to many drinks.
As he stood up I spoke just loud enough for him and his friends to hear, “Sit down boy before you get hurt.”
He turned red in the face and started walking towards me. He stepped over and stabbed a knife into the table right next to my hand. “What do you think about that mighty warrior?”
“Thank you for the knife I need a cheep piece of shit to clean crap off my boots with.”
He snapped his hand out to grab up the knife. Then fell to his knees as I twisted his fingers back and outward. As he reached with his other hand for the knife my right hand shot out and slammed his head into the table. As he fell back with a bloody nose and busted lip I said “Go home to your mother boy your not ready for the big leagues.”
He screamed as he got up off of the floor. As he lunged at me I came up from the table and spun him and slammed him down on the table with his own knife at his throat. “Do you really want to die boy?” I screamed in his face. “Is this the day you have decided to be judged in front of your gods?”
He started crying as he wet himself. “Please don’t kill me.”
“Go home boy and don’t pick fights, you will end up dead when you pick the wrong target. Grow up to be a farmer or tanner, not a bully who thinks he can fight.” I let him up and pushed him towards the door. As he fled the crowd started laughing. “What are you all laughing at? Have any of you ever known real fear? Have any of you stood in the face of death and held your own bladder? You should all be ashamed of yourselves. I didn’t see any of you out there on the wall willing to defend your own families from the Lithan.”
Likka stood “Rhys! Enough! They are not warriors. They are barely even able to make a living scratching the earth for vegetables. They are afraid and that fear makes them act in ways they shouldn’t.”
I looked down at Likka and spoke out loud. “I know Likka they are afraid, that is why they should be ashamed of themselves for laughing at another’s fear.”
I walked out of the common room and up the stairs to my room. I pulled the bottle of whiskey out and took a pull from it. Likka spoke from behind me. “The battle lust always has left you unable to find peace. Relax my love put the bottle back in your pack and just relax for a bit, you will have relief soon.”
I lay down on the bed and put the plug back in the jug. “Likka why is it like this?”
“Guilt my love, you always feel guilty for the lives you take, that is what makes you who you are, rest now you will need strength later tonight.”
As my eyes grew heavy “Are you coming to bed my love?”
“No Rhys you will have other company this night, you have already paid for it…”
It was about midnight when my door opened waking me instantly. I slid my hand down to the butt of my pistol at my hip when I made out the shape of Missa as she approached the bed. She stopped at the edge of the bed “Are you awake sir?”
“Yes.”
“You need to take off your clothes.”
“Why are you here?”
“You paid for me sir.”
“I gave you a tip for helping me with the bath and bathing my friend.”
“Sir you gave me more money than I have ever seen.”
In my head I thought quickly “Likka how much would she normally make for a tryst?”
“A couple of lead coins at most.”
“And how many lead to a gold coin?”
“There are one hundred lead coins to a copper, one hundred copper to a Silver and ten silver to a gold piece, so about one hundred thousand lead coins.”
“So she would have to sleep with a hundred thousand men to make the two gold I paid her?”
“That sounds about right.”
Talking back to the girl “I am not going to be able to convince you to not climb in this bed, am I?”
“No sir.”
I stood up and began to take off my weapons and hang them on the bed post. Missa lifted her dress over her head. “I took a bath for you sir, a man as rich as you deserves a clean girl.”
As I dropped my loin cloth off she reached out and ran her finger along my manhood causing it to start to rise. “I am a little afraid sir, I have never seen a weapon that large on a man before.”
“I will be as gentle as I can.”
She stretched back onto the bed and spread her legs. I leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth as she began to kiss back she reached out to stroke my manhood. It responded rather quickly and she gasped as it grew in her hand. As I released her from our kiss she sat up and began to lick my staff. I stood there as she took my manhood into her mouth and began to suck on it. My knees nearly buckled as she slid her mouth almost all the way off then forced her head forward until her nose nestled into my pubic hair.
“She’s talented.” Likka commented in my head.
Missa continued to massage my rod with her face until I could not take it any more and I told her “I am about to cum Missa.”
When I said this she buried her nose in my pubic hair and her tongue slid out to lick my balls, I exploded down her throat and she swallowed. The contractions of her throat made me orgasm even harder as I pumped spurt after spurt down her throat. As my orgasm started to subside she slid her finger into her mouth next to my staff and got it wet with her saliva. As I was about to slide out of her throat she slid the wet finger between the globes of my ass and slid it into me. With a couple of twitches of her finger I exploded into her mouth a second time. Even Likka looked up and commented “Very talented.”
As she lay back onto the bed with a satisfied little smirk on her face I dropped to my knees and just buried my face between her legs and into her sweet young flower. She cried out “Oh gods sir no one has ever done that to me.” I lifted her legs up and pushed my tongue into her rear entrance and she squealed and moaned. I continued to lick her tight little rosebud and sweet flower until she was just about to explode then I nipped her clit with my teeth. As soon as I did this she slammed her legs closed on my face and screamed. My face was covered in her cum as she squirted all over me. When I licked her clit again she pushed my head out from between her legs and covered herself as she lay on the bed and twitched.
I kissed my way up her body and when I looked into her face. She wrapped her legs around my waist and used her hand to guide me into her. I pushed slowly into her as she laid her head back and rolled her eyes into the top of her head. As I bottomed out inside her she moaned out “So full, oh Gods sir you make me fill so full.”
I pulled out slowly until only the head of my staff was still inside her then began to thrust back. With each thrust she would let out a low moan and each retraction brought out a light whimper. I continued to thrust into her listening to the music of her sounds as she built upwards into her orgasm. I felt her start to tense up and then she began to shake. With each thrust her legs around my waist would vibrate and shake. Her legs suddenly clamped down on my waist as she screamed out her orgasm. When she relaxed a bit and I could move again I continued to thrust into her, six times I drove her to those heights. On the seventh I thrust as deeply into her as I could and moaned out my own orgasm. As my seed spurted into her she arched her back up off of the mattress and tensed as she screamed through another orgasm. As suddenly as she had arched her back she collapsed onto the bed. She had fainted from the pleasure.
As I extracted myself from the tangle of her arms and legs there came a light knock at the door. A woman’s voice asked “Is everything alright in there sir?”
I chuckled to myself as I got off the bed and walked to the door still naked. I opened the door to see a woman of maybe thirty-five years old with dishwater blond hair and very large breasts. She was fairly attractive but not a knockout. “Sir she is my daughter and I just heard such noises.”
“She is fine, come in and see for yourself.” I stepped out of her way as she nearly ran to the bed to check her daughter. As she picked up her daughters hand Missa’s eyes began to flutter open.
Missa smiled at her mother, “Oh Momma he is like a god. I have never felt anything so wonderful in my life. He made me feel special and like I deserved pleasure as much as he did.”
“More.” I said quietly from behind them as I walked towards the bed.
Her mother looked at her with doubt in her eyes, “Those screams were from pleasure?”
“I’m sorry momma I couldn’t hold them back he made me feel things I have never felt. Momma I think I had an orgasm it felt like I went to heaven.”
“Several Missa.” I chuckled as she looked at me and blushed.
Her mother turned to me and looked into my eyes. “Sir I don’t know what you did to my daughter but thank you, I have never seen her smile like that. I will leave you now to your beddin’ and sleep.”
After she left the room I climbed into the bed behind Missa. I kissed her gently on the neck and felt her relax into my embrace. “Sir what is your name?”
“Rhys.”
I felt her tense up almost instantly, “Sir you momma must have been a brave woman to name you after the legendary Warmage.”
“Relax Missa nothing will hurt you tonight, I won’t allow it.”
As she relaxed and drifted off to sleep I looked pointedly at Likka. “I am not named after the Warmage am I?”
She sighed and sat up. “No your not, and for now you need to keep that to yourself, you will be making enough noise soon to wake the dead mage lords from their graves. Now rest Rhys you will meet father tomorrow and maybe you can get some questions answered.”

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Modern Mage – Chapter 11

Another chapter written, please enjoy. For those who have been following the story thank you, the same for those who have left me comment. As for the person who left the email in the comment, it was no good, I got an unable to send message when I entered it. I suggest signing up to the forums on this site for free and I’ll be able to PM you through them. I have a few other tales and stories to tell within this world and once I reach a point where this tale can be reasonably stopped for a while I will be doing so, but I will give a heads up to my readers before hand. There are other characters and Supernatural races I’m sure you’d like to meet in this same world, and even some of them here in Vegas as well as that was the setting for many of our games that inspired the stories I’m writing.
Sindee and I met with her parents for a late breakfast before spending the day playing tourist on The Strip with them. For those you who aren’t familiar, The Strip is the unofficial name for Las Vegas Boulevard. We visited casinos, did some shopping, pretty much just spent the day with her parents. Letting them get to know me and I them. It was a good day; however I was very distracted by everything that had happened the day before. My mind kept going back to the fact that Sindee could be dead because of me and the fact that she’s in more danger now than ever before. Mages hide that we exist for a multitude of reasons. Not even all the other Supernatural Beings believe we exist, those that do want to kill or control us. I checked my phone for texts, emails or anything from Marcus every time we stopped for more than a few seconds. This behavior did not go unnoticed.
We had stopped in at the Mirage to visit the white tiger habitat when Sindee’s mother stopped me as her husband and daughter entered the hall before us. She turned, tilted her head so she was looking me in the eyes, “Andrew, you seem very distracted today. You keep checking your phone every 20 minutes, and you’ve been looking around like you expect someone to jump out and attack you at any second.” She just stood there staring me in the eyes, waiting for an answer.
“I’m waiting to hear back from a researcher on an important matter in why I can’t stop looking at my phone. As for the wariness or watchfulness; we told you how Sindee and I met initially and it relates back to that. I’ve been a little paranoid in large crowds since then,” I replied in a quiet tone. While not entirely true, there was enough of the truth in that answer that I didn’t feel guilty for lying to her.
She gave me one of those appraising looks that only mothers really know how to do properly before she replied. “I know what you just said is mostly true, however you’ve left something out of what you’ve told me. I don’t expect you to tell me all your secrets, but you best make sure that my little girl doesn’t get hurt.” In her words and tone I realized where a lot of Sindee’s strength came from. I also now knew not to underestimate this woman again.
“Sindee’s life and well-being matter more to me than anything, including my own life. She is also a strong, powerful woman whose love I will never take for granted.” I said this to her without any reservation or attempt to hide any part of my emotions.
She stared into my eyes for another few seconds before replying, “I believe you.” With that we strolled slowly along the habitat. By the time we caught up to Sindee and her father it was as though nothing was said. I made a mental not to find out what field of research Sindee’s parents were in. I’ve never had anyone, even those who knew me well; call me on a lie so casually.
I could bore you with details about the rest of our day, but since you can look up Vegas tours and travel ideas on the internet I won’t. During dinner that evening we spoke about their vacation and when we planned to hold the wedding ceremony which we haven’t figured out yet. Her father was a bit of a traditionalist and insisted on taking care of the wedding despite all my protests. I managed to get him to agree to share the costs, he could take care of the ceremony costs and I’d handle guests and reception costs. This agreement was acceptable to him. I would have preferred, just as I’m sure he would have, to take care of the entire wedding myself; however when Sindee kicked me under the table I decided a compromise was reasonable. I’m willing to bet that her parents had a similar exchange of opinion as well.
When we got home at the end of the day, Marcus still hadn’t called me back on anything. I didn’t expect him to have any information so quickly but one can hope. As we walked to the front door I stopped at my car and pulled out a small locked case, Sindee gave me an inquiring look as we headed in. I walked into the dining room and set the case on the table. I pulled out my keys to unlock it as Sindee stepped up beside me. The case held a few items that could be used for protection, the two obvious ones were a pair pistols that I’ve been lucky enough to have used only at the firing range so far. First time I got shot pissed me off so I purchased my own protection. They were not, however, what I wanted from the case. This was a converted rifle case holding the pistols and a few other useful items, and I was after some of those. Quite often Magick is not the best tool for a mundane situation. I pulled out 2 packets of single use pop alarms. If you’ve never seen them, they are designed for over the road travel to be placed on the door and windows of hotel rooms in the event someone tries to open them. They are a lot like a fire cracker in they have a small charge that does nothing more than make a high decibel noise to warn the person who set them up. I placed a few on the front and back doors and on the door and windows in our bedroom. If anyone tried to get in, we’d hear them. I placed the extras back in the case and relocked it. “I’ve led an interesting life before we met the second time as you heard from some of the stories Marcus and I told you. I’m going to need to take care of the current problem before we start your training because we need to keep the fact that either of us are mages quiet. If they somehow know that the assassin managed to shoot me they’ll assume I had a spell hanging to save myself if they even know I’m a Mage. In the morning I’m going to make sure the letter is safe and open it to read the so called warning. I’m then going to hunt down those who sent him into our home and put you in danger.”
She was still looking at the case sitting on the table, “I understand that you’ve had an,” She paused for a few seconds, “interesting life since our first meeting. I would however like to know why you actually have guns when you can use Magick?”
It was time for her first lesson, the differences between coincidental and vulgar Magick and the need for mundane weapons. “While we have access to and the ability to shape Magick to complete our goals, we have to be careful to hide that ability. Hiding our powers is only related to avoiding the scrutiny of government agencies in a minor way. The prime reality is consensual, meaning that things exist at only because the general population consents that these things are truth. The greater reality is that other things do exist, and keep themselves hidden. The difference between a Mage using magic and the other supernatural creatures using their abilities is that those abilities are still constrained by the limits of the real world. Vampires can control people only so far as reality will let them. As a Mage we can ignore reality to a point, bending it to our will. Doing so has drawbacks, the more you bend or outright break the laws of reality the more likely you are to suffer a backlash for it. Magick should blend with the consented reality as much as possible. What we did yesterday, your healing my wounds, Marcus cleaning the entryway and my changing out clothes are all what we call vulgar magick. Things that break reality instead of blending with it fall into the category of vulgar spells. We were able to use them in here because I’ve been building wards here to allow the practice of Magick without interference from the consensus unless there were sleepers here to see it. Marcus taught me how to use blades while he trained me and I still prefer knives and swords over firearms. As we train you it will not only be in how to use Magick, but how to combine it with mundane fighting and to make that usage invisible to witnesses.”
“Andrew, you know I’m a doctor and that I take my Hippocratic Oath very seriously. I’ll learn to defend myself and help you how I can, but first and foremost I’m still a doctor. I will not intentionally set out to harm others.” She had a determined look on her face when she said this.
“I understand what you’re saying and agree with it for the most part. I don’t go out looking for trouble, but when it comes to my front door and endangers the woman I love I’m going to end that trouble. I’m not looking to kill or main anyone or anything, I just want them to know coming after me or mine is a bad life choice. Learning to use the weapons will aid you in a few ways. Learning to use a weapon will aid in teaching you to defend yourself against it both through mundane and Magick methods. As a doctor, seeing firsthand how they inflict damage will help you learn how to treat trauma cases that come to you with similar injuries. And finally, it will make me feel better about your ability to protect yourself, making me just protective instead of overprotective.”
I started her training on how to use sensory Magick that night. I started her actively using sensory spells from the Life Sphere to get her sure about her senses in a field she had knowledge of. I learned a lot more about living things from bacteria to bed bugs than I think I ever wanted to. Kind of puts a damper on any romantic ideas when a doctor explains the intricacies of dust mites and bed bugs. I didn’t sleep very well that night and now had new spells to work on for the house when it was finished being built. Like I’ve said, being a Mage isn’t all fun a games. Sometimes you learn things you never wanted to know about.
I’d say I woke early the next morning but since I didn’t really sleep we’ll just say I got working at around 4 in the morning. I took a quick shower and dressed for my morning workout which I had skipped since coming to Vegas. Getting shot put me back in the mind set of paranoia, meaning I needed to get back to some of my old routines. Sindee was awake by the time I came out of the bathroom. I walked over to her as she sat up in the bed and leaned down to kiss her, “Good morning my love. I’m getting ready to go for a morning run. Join me?”
She got up and jumped in for a quick shower. Her workout attire was a pair of tight runner’s shorts that fit her like a second skin and a sports bra. She was a gorgeous woman and I knew no one would notice me while we were running together. I’m not going to say that I don’t get jealous, but I knew with Sindee there was no need. We loved each other in ways words couldn’t express and unlike some who say those words; we had the proof from when our minds were linked through Magick. Besides, being a typical guy I knew how much some of the people watching her would envy me and that did stroke my ego some. “I’m ready to go.”
I let her set the pace for the run which was my first mistake. The second was letting her pick the course as well. The pace was quick for her but forced me to shorten my gait to maintain speed with her. While this was good exercise as it caused me to use muscles differently than normal, however it caused them to burn and hurt sooner than my usual runs. As for the course she picked, it started off with a run uphill towards the foothills surrounding the area. Then she started picking a path where her shorter stride and height allowed her to travel easier. I on the other hand kept brushing against decorative trees or tangling my legs up in the brush. I liked this competitive side of her, even if she was trying to kill me. We had been running for about a mile when we turned back towards the house. Both of us were showing signs of exhaustion due to the time it’s been since we last exercised like this. The heat of the desert was new to me as well. I was starting to cramp due to dehydration from the heat by the time we got back to the house. After some cool down exercises and stretching we jumped into the shower again and got ready for the day.
I checked my phone before we left the house and headed for the construction site for our new home. The basement had be dug out and framed and the foundation for the rest of the house had been poured. I spoke to the foreman, getting an estimate of the construction time for the different stages. Marcus finally sent me text saying that he had preliminary information on the ring and the seal. We left and headed for the Campus.
When we arrived it was to see Marcus on the dorm steps flirting as usual. The surprise came when I saw the young woman with who he was flirting, Kyra. I couldn’t say I was totally surprised to see her, we were told she was a student here. Marcus walked over to the car with Kyra trailing behind him. He walked around to the driver side to speak with me while Kyra waited nearby. “Hey Andrew, I found a few possibilities for the symbols. It’s nothing definitive but possible, some of the options much worse than others.”
“How about the short list of the most likely and as it is likely the same list, the worst of the possibilities,” I replied grimacing.
“First two options are the Order of Hermes and or House Tremere.” My face must have shown how much I appreciated this news, which happened to be none. The Order of Hermes was one of the Traditions, or organized groups of Mages that focused on a particular Sphere. House Tremere just so happens to be a Major Clan and Bloodline among the Vampires. What makes the matter of their involvement worse is they are fallen Order of Hermes Mages who were trying to increase their power and became Vampires, and they are Masters of Blood Magic, a practice of Vampiric powers that can mimic to an extent the powers of true magick without the risk of a backlash. If those were the first two options I didn’t want to know the rest.
I dropped my eyes from his face and shook my head, “If that is the first two, what are the rest Marcus?”
I knew the next words her spoke were going to just ruin my day because he took a deep breath before speaking. “Next options come from the Illuminati, the Freemason societies. Your issues there aren’t as bad as the final possibility, the Technocracy.” I knew I wasn’t going to like the answer. The Illuminati was a group of rogue mages, nothing overly frightening, but they had numbers. The Freemasons were a slight issue as we still hadn’t figured everything out with them. We believe they are an organization of mortals and that there are fully mortal, but some of the Templars who left the Masonic tradition are hunters. The Technocracy is the bad one, I’d rather it be the Vampires. The Technocracy is the other side of the Ascension War and they wanted all free Mages captured and controlled or Dead. The thing that made them the worst threat is they had the power to do just that.
“Marcus, you’ll probably never hear these words again. I’d prefer the entire Vampire population of this city to be after me rather than the Technocracy. Here’s to hoping for good luck for a change.” The irony of calling a Clan of Vampires after me good luck did not escape me. The only thing I had going for me at that moment is that the Technocracy was unlikely, they have the power to stop Mages and wouldn’t have used such an ineffective weapon. “Thank you again. I’m going to go check out the letter and open it; I’ll let you know what it says later. You take that girl there and get her lunch as she might just be your type.” With that I waved to Kyra and pulled out of the dorm parking area and headed for the I-15 South. I figured heading out of town to the south would keep us out of the werewolf pack’s territory.
While we were driving I had Sindee work on her sensory Magick. I had her try to focus on forces as driving can cause a lot to sense. There was the kinetic energy from the movement, the heat caused by friction as the vehicles moved through the air, and more. Her aptitude for Life would make training in that sphere easier than the rest, she didn’t seem to have an existing talent for Forces though and that would make teaching her to sense it more difficult.
I drove until we were out in the open between the Vegas Valley and the Stateline area. I didn’t know what to expect from the letter which is why I was treating it like a WMD. Once we got out to the old Nevada Landing Hotel used to be I pulled off into the parking area. As the placed has been closed it gave us a conveniently private location where I could work. I pulled around to the back area of property where the pavement ended and the desert started again. We got out of the car and I pulled the letter out looking again at the archaic seal. Considering all the possibilities of where the letter came from I wanted to thoroughly examine this letter with all the spheres. I knew where I was strongest and my weaknesses, I also knew Sindee was a naturally powerful life Mage. I guess it was time to teach her how to work a spell in conjunction with another Mage. Crash courses in Magick are not recommended, it’s like teaching bomb disposal to a nervous individual with a live nuke. Sometimes you just do what you need to get things done. I told her to focus in her mind a firm image of the envelope and seal, hold the image in her mind until it was as real there as it was to her eyes. Then I told her pull her power through the Avatar connection and wrap the Magick around the envelope and hold it there letting it infuse the envelope’s pattern with Prime energy. As I’ve explained Prime is the sphere dealing the nature of Magick itself.
While she had the envelope wrapped in her Magick I touched my Avatar pulling the power through to prepare for the spell. The energy flowed faster and easier that it had before, a benefit of the seeking I assumed. I reached my mind out for Sindee’s not to connect to her but to connect to the spell she had already woven in her mind. I wrapped my power around her spell using the Prime Sphere to alter the two spells, binding our powers together. I bound my strengths on Time, Entropy and Forces to her senses; then had her repeat what I did with her strengths. As I had already discovered she was a powerful Life Mage and would be a Master of that sphere in short order, she was also talented in Matter and Correspondence spheres. I wove in my knowledge of the remaining spheres and since I had Sindee running the initial spell I told her how to infuse the envelope with the Magick so we could sense any power that wasn’t ours.
As the power passed into and through the letter and seal we found no hint of true Magick beyond our own. We did find that there was old dried blood inside as well as some kind of Spirit bound to the seal. I had only limited knowledge of altering spirits via Magick so I chose a simple spell to release the spirit before we broke the seal it was bound to. The blood gave me a clue as to who I was going to have the problem with but wouldn’t be confirmed until I read the letter.
I broke the seal and started reading the letter; by know you may have guessed that it was written in blood. Got to love the overly morbid Vampires of House Tremere; Blood Magic being their specialty would make my life interesting from here on in. The bloodsucker I killed in my hotel must have been one of theirs. They didn’t name me as a Mage in the letter so I hoped I still had some surprises in store for them. I was going to find the being who sent me the letter and handle things from there. It was time to find a local Elysium, I needed to find some info and it had to be from someone who knew what was going on the greater world. An Elysium is best explained as neutral territory. Using and powers within these places on anyone unwilling was not a good idea. Think of it like some rough bars that had a “You pull it, you eat it” policy on weapons. From my tale and explanation you have an idea of just how powerful Mages and some of the Supernaturals are. Imagine how powerful the individuals who run and enforce the rules in these places must be and you’ll know why the rules aren’t broken very often.
We headed back into town; I called Marcus and asked him if he wanted to come to lunch with us. He asked if he could bring Kyra with him. I liked her when we met and his voice sounded like he would decline to go if she couldn’t join him so the answer was an easy yes. We got back in to town around 2 and headed for the campus to pick them up. We picked them up and headed down to the Carnegie Deli for a nice mean for all of us. The conversation was great and Marcus couldn’t keep his eyes off of Kyra for more than a minute or two at a time. Her tall athletic build with the dirty blonde hair and blue eyes was attractive, her personality was even more so. She had a great sense of humor and was witty. That wasn’t the look he was giving her however. I recognized the look on his face as the one everyone accused me of when Sindee was in the room. I told all three of them who I figured the warning came from, explaining to Sindee and Kyra what House Tremere was. Kyra knew of Vampires and I’ll tell you, judging by her reaction, that Vampires and Werewolves got along better in the Underworld Movies than in reality. Unfortunately Kyra didn’t know where there may have been an Elysium in the city. I had my work cut out for me if I were to try to find one.

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Modern Mage – Chapter 14

Sorry about the delay between chapters, working on a lot of things in my life so writing when I have the time to work on it. I hope those who have been enjoying the story so far continue to do so. Thank You all so much for reading.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d be laid up for a few days, the side effects of the electrocution were nasty. The healing took several days even with improvements I made to my body. First problem was the twitching, it wasn’t constant but that just made it worse. I was drinking a hot cup of tea when my arm twitched and then I was wearing a hot cup of tea in my lap. Then there was not going out to see anyone until the marks and friction burns healed as it would be difficult to explain the scarring that occurred and then disappeared to medical professionals like Sindee’s friends and parents. By far the worst of the side effects were when the nerves would just go dead and my arm or another portion of my body would go numb for hours. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I lived through it but I’m going to have to craft a ward against electricity for the future. In the end I was in bed healing for a full week before the electrical burn scars were fully gone. In that time we had no further issues with the Tremere. Actually there didn’t seem to be anything going wrong. I took this as a bad sign of things to come; the proverbial calm before the storm.
The next three days went quickly as we spent them with Sindee’s parents on their last few days in town. It was nice to be able to relax and go anywhere in town with them and not be looking over my shoulder. Sindee’s mother noted the difference in my behavior and took a moment to speak to me about it. I still kept aware of my surroundings; I just wasn’t constantly on edge the whole time we were together. The one advantage about having a Nephandi as my enemy is that he had to hide his Magick just as I had to. Her parents drove out of town the second week in September and Sindee returned to work.
The first time I was alone for the whole day I went out to the construction site on the house. They were making excellent progress on the building having completed the basement and the framing of all three buildings. The house would be completed relatively quickly if they kept up their pace and I would be able to get in and start building the wards around it as a Sanctum. I got back to work on my investments to ensure that my clients and my own finances stayed in good order so I could worry about my new unknown enemy.
I knew from the time of my awakening that my life would never be simple again, however the events of recent months have brought me to the understanding of how complicated it would be. Only 3 months had passed since my arrival in Las Vegas and I’ve almost died 3 times as well. I knew that something could easily happen to me with what was coming. I could have run, taken Sindee with me and start a new life somewhere else that would be safer for both of us. While I could have done that, I wasn’t going to. I was needed here to fight in the ascension war, to stop what was coming this way. I could have left the fight to someone else, but that wasn’t who I am. The only way to protect Sindee and ensure no one ever came after her was to stop them from being able to do so. I’m not the heroic type then again I wasn’t being a hero. I was choosing to defend my home, my family; the result that I would be protecting the city and the world simply was a side effect of doing what I needed to do. I made a decision that could be the end of me so I had a few calls to make. I started with my lawyer, as an awakened individual he would be able to handle the instructions without any issues. I decided it was time to make out a will.
The legal matters were handled quickly with little fuss so that I could conclude the rest of my business for the day. The first order of business was to create a minor talisman warding against electricity. While I have only faced him once, the Nephandi was very quick to use the electricity as a combat spell making me confident in taking the time to ward against it. What I was making really wasn’t a true talisman. I was making an imbued item or charm that was limited in the spells used on it and the magick stored within; it still needs to be activated by any Mage who wore it. A talisman when created is imbued with its own power and abilities including a connection to the plane of Magick. Talismans can be used until their stored power is depleted and can be recharged over time while the charms can only be used until depleted and new spells must be cast to create them again. The final difference between a charm and a talisman is that anyone can use a talisman if they learn what it is including Mages, Vampires and Mortals alike. In order to make the Warding charm I did some research online and found out that the best conductor for electricity was silver which I would use to draw the power in, and then I found a Discover Magazine article about a super-insulator that could be used to store the power drawn into it. I gathered the materials I needed to make the charm and then I just needed to decide on the way I wanted it to work and which spells I would use. I could have made the charm from anything as it doesn’t usually matter with Magick at your disposal. I chose to use specific materials because it gave me an advantage in granting me more options with the material effects. What I had in mind was not just a ward against electricity but a capacitor that would store the energy and allow me to tap into it for my own spells. Another clue about the nature of Magick is that one form of energy can be changed into a different one. I used Forces and Matter to shape and craft the materials increasing conductivity and capacity for storage then applied Prime to change the electricity into quintessence or primal energy within the charm itself. The reason I did it this way was to allow the charm to last longer by feeding off the primal energy stored within. This isn’t a spell I tried before but it should work the way I planned; either way I’d find out the next time I fought with someone using electricity. I’d decided to make two of them which took up the rest of the day while Sindee was working. I made them both into watch bands to replace the ones currently on Sindee’s and my own watches.
I made a nice dinner for Sindee and we spent the night curled up together on the couch watching a few old movies we liked. I needed to accelerate her training as soon as the house was complete if she was going to be able to protect herself when I’m not around and I wanted her to get as much rest as she could before we started in earnest. We did work on little things like more sensory Magick to ensure she had a grasp of what things were before I taught her to start changing what and how they worked. The more she leaned about the nature of anything the easier it is to understand how to change them.
I had a lot to do in the next 6 weeks, training Sindee in all the sensory Magick while waiting for the house to be finished. We went to the construction site together daily because I wanted to check the progress and in the evening make some changes internally where the walls had been put into place. Since the changes couldn’t be seen or detected without opening the walls up so the effects were coincidental and therefore no backlash involved. I had decided that I was going to make this location both as secure and protected as I could as I was going to attempt the creation of a Node. A Node is a place where the tapestry of the Tellurian becomes knotted, becoming places of power for Mages and other beings. Nodes form naturally in the world, and I was going to try and create one. Nodes are one form of power the Vampires have no use for beyond denying them to their enemies. They are however unable to detect them for themselves so they can be kept secret from the kindred. Creating a Node is not a task that should be undertaken lightly. My choosing to do so was for multiple reasons that I felt make it worth the risks involved in the creation and defense of it. First and foremost the vision of a fight with a Nephandi gave me the idea to bring together a group to defend the city and the tellurian. A Node is an excellent place to form a chantry, a school for the awakened to learn and work to improve their powers. Were-creatures also use Nodes though as I understand it they have a different name for them. They seem to be a place where the Spirits they get their gifts from gather. I hoped to work with some of them in order to protect the place from all of the possible enemies we could face in protecting the city by sharing the node with them. If this worked and a Node forms I may not be around to know. I mentioned before that there were worse things for mages to suffer other than death. I’ve mentioned a couple and will explain more as they come but the one that had me worried the most was because what I was attempting was not a simple alteration of something within reality. What I was going to attempt was to alter the fabric of the Tellurian itself and that could put me into a Quiet.
A Quiet is one of the worst possible things a Mage can suffer, being turned into a Vampire and having your Avatar destroyed in a better fate. A Quiet is a deep state of psychosis in which the Mages reality is the only thing to exist anywhere. No contact with anyone or anything. A personal madness created by the Mages own mind that has destroyed more Mages than those that came out of it stronger on the other side. A quiet can cause a Mage to become what is called a Marauder. Marauders are the most dangerous and unpredictable beings that exist. They no longer suffer from paradox backlashes as their mind has become so fractured that they live in their own reality within the Tellurian. Who knows what twisted effects these demented minds will come up with. Think of a serial killer with the power to change reality to fit with their fractured views. I liked to think I would get through any challenge or trial I went through but the possibility of becoming something like that frightened me more than I will ever be able to put into words.
As far as I know, I’ve never met a Mage who has even attempted what I am contemplating doing. It needs to be done and I’m not going to pass the responsibility and danger of my idea onto another being. I had plenty to do in planning it. I needed to contact Seeker of Truth to let her know what I was planning and see if her pack or one she knew as friends may want to help protect it if the effect worked. I wanted to talk to Arthur at his club to see if he might be able to acquire some items I could use to aid in a successful casting. I had a lot to do before the house was completed and very little time relatively speaking to accomplish it. I called Marcus first to see if he could get ahold of Kyra to ask Seeker to meet me somewhere we could talk, I recommended the Existence as it was neutral territory. I also chose it because it would allow me to kill the proverbial two birds with one stone by allowing me to see Arthur while I was there.
I arranged to meet Seeker of Truth on that first weekend coming and decided to make a night of it for Sindee and me. We got ready and went out to the Existence for lunch so I could speak with Arthur before the club got busy. Something I didn’t mention before is the Chef who would look at home on death row is a true gourmet and should run a five star restaurant kitchen, any time you eat there it’s a delight. Just tell the waitress you’ll have whatever the chef wishes to prepare and you’ll never regret the choice. Once we arrived I asked Arthur if he had time to talk as I needed some information that he could be able to provide. Sindee was over by the bar talking to Elayna when Arthur and I sat to talk.
“I’ll come straight out and tell you what I plan to attempt and I’d appreciate any advice or information you can provide,” I stated as a way of opening our conversation.
Arthur’s expression turned serious and contemplating which I have no clue how anyone can show two expressions at once and replied, “I’m listening, however I don’t think I’m going to like this am I?”
“I don’t know and won’t guess how you’ll feel about it. I will tell you that I’m planning to try and create a Node.” I informed Arthur, the silence that followed was tense.
We sat staring at each other until he replied, “I think you’re insane if you think it’s a good idea to try doing that, but you aren’t the first to try it. Are you aware of the dangers involved in what you planning?”
“Yes, the dangers include my death, the destruction of my Avatar causing me to lose the ability to use magick, horrible levels of injury that would be worse than death, and most of all the possibility of a Quiet and the end results of that including becoming a Marauder and needing to be put down,” I replied in an even tone. I asked, “Did I miss anything?”
“That pretty much sums things up neatly. Before I give you any information, tell me why you want to go through with such an insanely dangerously stupid plan.” He said the last like an order not a request and I knew if I didn’t explain he wouldn’t aid me.
“I plan to create the node within a Sanctum and use it for several reasons. The first is because I had a vision in which the city had been destroyed and deserted. In this vision I had a battle with a Nephandi and came out of it with Injuries from the fight. I don’t know when this war is coming here and I know that the vision is as much symbolic as real but a dead and deserted Las Vegas is a bad symbol either way. My second reason is I want to use the Sanctum as a training facility to improve my abilities and to teach other awakened. I also plan to share the Node with at least one of the local Were-creature packs in order to help maintain and protect it; that is if they’ll agree to. Fate and Destiny are playing around with my path in life and as much as I wish it weren’t happening I have no choice but to prepare for what I feel coming and to trust my instincts to guide me.” I looked him square in the eyes and asked, “Now, you said that I wasn’t the first to attempt this insane course of action. How many have tried and were there any who succeeded? If anyone did succeed did they survive said twisting of the Tellurian itself?”
Arthur got a distant look in his eyes as though deep in thought. It was interesting to watch his eyes, the shift around the grey scale of color as he thought looking for all the world like a gray clouded sky, “There have been several attempts I’m sure; however I know of only 3 personally. The first two were abysmal failures. One killed the Mage who attempted it, he was trained in all the spheres but attempted something he wasn’t ready for. I taking hold of the fabric of reality he couldn’t handle the raw Quintessence that flowed from it to him and he was burnt to ash from the inside out. The second failure was from a powerful Mage who became an Archmage of the Correspondence sphere. His hubris was his downfall. He believed that he was powerful enough to change reality where he saw fit, his intent was to force ascension on followers that were barely beginning to understand what is possible and their disbelief put him into a quiet that he hasn’t come back out of yet, that was back in ’92. The one that succeeded was an interesting and unique case. He shouldn’t have had the power to pull it off, however he had prepared for it creating a ritual and having a firm grasp in mind of what he wanted to have happen. The planning and ritual paid off and a Node was created. It was a small Node, limited in power but a Node none the less. He was put into a quiet and managed to come out of it relatively sane. While this mage can still work with magick any spell he attempts is very limited in scope and power, he can’t focus on anything detailed or powerful any longer.” He poured himself a drink from an old bottle, took a good drink and continued, “Now that you know more about the dangers and end results are you still planning to try to do it?”
I looked over to where Sindee was talking with Elayna and took a minute to think before answering. “If I’m going to protect Sindee and by extension the city if not the Tellurian itself I must do this. I don’t intend to try it as a normal spell either. My intent is to create a ritual as your one successful Mage did. I was thinking that if I intend to alter the Tellurian the more representations of the truth of reality I incorporate into the ritual the better chances for success in creating the Node. To that end I am looking for representation of the factions, species and whatever classifications we use for different beings.”
“Sounds to me like you’ve thought this out and despite the dangers; you are intent on attempting it. When you say representations of the various supernatural entities, please give me specific examples of what you mean and I’ll see what I can do about it.” He sat looking at me expectanly, waiting for my response.
“In the simplest terms, I know as Mages we use Quintessence and the it has a physical form of Tass of which I have a little. From the Vampire who’s blood is both their source of life and the power behind their magic, I wish to get as old and powerful a sample as they are willing to part with. From the Were-creatures I plan to seek a truce and see if they will share the knowledge of their source of power and possible provide some for to purpose of making this node a reality. I know that there are Fallen Angels or Demons and Mummies as well as many Supernaturals I have no idea of what they are or their source of Power and Magic which is why I come to you. As you said, you’re something else and you know enough to be able to run this unique place. I think you may be able to assist me in this goal if you’re willing.”
“I may be willing to assist however there are some terms to work out between us. First is that if you are successful I have full access to the node for my use and for those I wish to have trained. Second is that we share information in this war you feel coming; you are not the only protector of this city and the world. Third requirement is that you will train those I send to you; I will not send many but those I do will also have a destiny upon them. The last is that either way; if you survive the attempt in success or failure you will owe me a favor at the time of my choosing, no questions asked.”
“I’ll agree to the first and second with no qualifications. The third is an issue, the Node will be in my home and Sanctum and while I am willing to train those who need be, I will want to ensure that anyone I train is someone I’ve met and come to trust before allowing the knowledge of the Node to spread to them. I have a plan for shielding its position from being sensed beyond simple wards. The last one is almost agreeable. I will owe you the favor but I will not do something that violates my ethics and code of honor, nor will I let the favor endanger Sindee or my family. Beyond that the condition are acceptable.” I waited for Arthur’s counter offer.
Arthur’s reply was, “We agree then on points one and two. For point three, you will train anyone I send to you for training; however I will provide a location for doing so until and if you come to trust them enough to take them into your home. The final point, I swear to you on all that I hold dear that when I call on you for the favor it won’t be lightly and it may put your family into danger, but no more than not doing what I ask of you will. I have been guarding this world and fighting in the multiple supernatural wars going on, the ones you know of and those you do not. This place is a bastion against those wars and will continue as such for a long time to come. Do you agree to my terms or not?”
I took my time to think this through carefully. I didn’t like all the terms, but I doubted I’d be able to succeed without his assistance and that would make things worse not better in the long run. I decided there wasn’t much choice, “I’ll agree with the caveat that if anything happens to Sindee or my family while I’m away that I could have protected them from, no power in the universe will stop me from seeking out all those responsible. Therefore I require that you arrange for the protection of those dear to me while I do whatever favor it is you call upon me for. If you find that acceptable we have a deal.”
Arthur smiled and while friendly it did nothing to comfort me, “I can live with that. Now while you have the meal you ordered and enjoy the conversation with your other guest today I will get started looking into what I can do to assist with collecting you ritual materials.” He nodded his head towards the door. I turned to see Seeker of Truth walking in the front entrance, Marcus and Kyra coming in behind her. “Go ahead and use my table here, looks like you’ll need the room anyway and no one will bother you while you sit there.” He walked into the back area of the club.
Sindee returned to the table as I stood to greet the new arrivals. I gestured them over to the table to sit. As we sat five plates arrived from the kitchen smelling better than anything I’ve had to date. The fact that there were five plates didn’t get past me and I now knew that Arthur had seen this coming before I spoke with him today. “Hello Seeker of Truth, let me introduce you to my fiancé Sindee. Sindee, this is Seeker of Truth.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Seeker of Truth. I heard a little about you and Andrew’s misadventures in the desert and am glad to meet Kyra’s grandmother. She is a wonderful young lady and a close friend to Marcus after such a short time.” Sindee’s tone was friendly and her words came from the heart.
“I am equally pleased to meet you Sindee. As for calling me Seeker of Truth, outside of the pack and our gatherings, please call me Talia.” She smiled and took a bite from her plate. The smile of contentment spoke volumes in silence about how good the meal was going to be. “Now Andrew, you asked to meet with me for a reason, why?”
“In order to answer that I need to ask what you know of Mages, Nodes and the Ascension War?” I replied.
She took a few minutes to gather her thoughts while we all enjoyed our meals be she answered. “In regard to Mages, I know you’re power is more about changing perceived reality by will and Magick. It was explained to me once that mortals and most other supernatural beings share a static reality. Everything we do conforms to a defined set of rules, while some of the rules are outside mortal normality they are still there. To Mages however the easier explanation is that their Perception is reality. They can alter the world to become what they perceive it should be, within limitation based on their own power and how much they try to change at once as well as witnesses to the changes. Is that about accurate?”
“A simplified version of things but very accurate none the less Talia,” Marcus answered before I could.
Talia continued, “Nodes are places of power to Mages and other supernatural races. They are knots or weaknesses in the fabric of the veil between planes where for Mages quintessential energy flows and for Werewolves and other shifters the spirits gather and crossing the barriers becomes easier. These places are usually full of life and are constantly fought for among the supernatural races. The Garou as we Werewolves call ourselves care for the grounds around and protect these places from the Wyrm. Currently my pack doesn’t have control of a Node as there are few in the area around Las Vegas with the major one being the Springs Preserve is under to care and guardianship of a pack of Glass Walkers and Bone Gnawers. They allow us and others in the area to use the area but a Pack is strongest when they have a Node for their totem spirit. Is that enough or do I need to know more about them for our discussion to continue?”
I replied before Marcus this time, “That’s plenty of knowledge of Nodes, and I appreciate the lessons of your people as well Talia. “What about the Ascension War?”
“The Ascension war is being fought between Mages of varying alliances and faction to impose your views upon the world, to bring a higher level or being or consciousness to the people or to deny it to them. This struggle is between the Mages, but is being fought for or against all living beings. We have our own struggle that reflects some of the Mages Ascension War. We fight to stave of the apocalypse, the end of all life. Our battle is with and for the trinity. Gaia is the mother of all and her first children are the Wild, the Weaver and the Wyrm. The wild is life is all its varying forms from mortal to Garou to Mage. The Weaver is the domain of constructs and the artificial. The Wyrm is darkness and strife, death and evil. All of these Aspects create and destroy and balance must be maintained in order to stave off the coming end.” She looked thoughtful, “Now for a question of my own. Why do you need this information?”
“I intend to create a Node instead of finding one.” Marcus’s jaw dropped and he stared at me wide eyed, the kind of look one gives when you offer up a truly bad idea. Seeing his expression, Sindee turned to look at me with concern in her features. Kyra just stared at her grandmother who sat there waiting for me to continue, so I did, “What I am planning is possible and has been attempted before. I have been told of three of these attempts. Two of these failed and the success was not total. I am planning to create a ritual as well as gather some things that may help me in succeeding. Why I asked you to meet in twofold to begin. Would you and your pack like to help care for this node and the land around it with the requirement of sharing it with Mages in the even I am successful? If not could you recommend a pack for me to approach with the same offer? The second thing I need to ask is if you will aid me in the ritual?”
Talia sat quietly eating, taking her time to decide how best to answer I suppose. The five of us sat there eating a wonderful meal waiting for her answer. “If I agree with this plan of yours, I’ll need to take it to the pack to see if they’ll agree to share it with a Mage and your allies. I may choose on my own to help you with it either way, but I must ask what you need from me?”
I stayed with the direct approach as thus far with Talia and Arthur it has worked for me, “In the ritual I’m planning I want to properly represent as many if not all of the supernatural races and power types, tying the fabric of reality and those together. I believe this will increase my likelihood of success and well as make a more powerful node as all of the world’s people will be represented. I’m not going to lie to you. If the spell goes wrong; or even if it goes right I may be out of the picture for some time or even permanently. In either case my properties including the land where the node will be crated fall to Sindee and her training to Marcus. If I am simply incapacitated they will be given custodial rights, in the event of my death it goes to Sindee with the exceptions of what I detailed with my lawyer for my will. My lawyer is awakened and has instruction regarding the Node and Land based on both contingencies. Now as I’ve pretty much dropped a bomb on all of you, I’m going to take my fiancé, play a song on the jukebox and dance with her while we talk about all I just said.” I took Sindee by the hand an led her over to the jukebox.
“Andrew, are you positive you need to do this? I mean we just found each other so recently and I don’t want to lose what we have.” There were tears in her eyes as she spoke, but they hadn’t started falling. It broke my heart seeing her like that.
I leaned down and kissed her, warped my arms around her pulling her against me. “It has to be done and I’m the one who came up with the plan so I have to do it. I have more incentive than anyone else to succeed as well because I have you and you have my heart.” We just stood there wrapped in each other’s arms while Talia, Kyra and Marcus talked at the table. “I’m not a hero Sindee and I’m not trying to be. I’m doing what needs to be done because I can do it and no one else is.”
“I know, it’s one of the reasons that I fell in love with you from the start. I read the intake report and got a copy of the police report to find out what happened to you when you weren’t waking up. Your brother’s and you own statement to the police said that you were injured defending your mother and father from the person who attacked you. It said that you risked your life to save them and that makes you who you are. No matter what you say nor what others tell you, you are a hero precisely because of the choices you make. I may not like the possible results but I would hate for you to change and lose that part of yourself. Do what needs to be done and come back to me.”
“There is something you missed in what I said. I want all of you there to help me, you more than anyone else. I want you by my side as my wife and partner in all things. You are yourself a mage, with all the power and responsibility that comes with that. You are far more powerful than me with Life magick. When you awakened it was probably the second greatest thing that has ever happened in my life. Meeting you and coming back together here in Las Vegas was the greatest.” We danced slowly to a couple of songs on the jukebox before returning to the table to see where the conversation was headed there.
I pulled my chair out to sit when I looked more closely at the table. It was about eight feet across, large for a bar room table. It was divided into a dozen edged panels of hardwoods alternating between a dark and a blonde wood. His seat faced the front door with the back directly towards the bar. It struck me as an odd design for a bar, though as he used it for conferences and to meet people who came into the place the size made some sense. “So, do you have any more questions for me?” I asked those gathered at the table.
Talia spoke up first, “I have one. When do you plan to do this and how soon would you need my answer?”
“In about five weeks or so, and I would need your answer as soon as possible in the event I need to search for a different pack to work this spell with. Marcus, do you have anything to add or ask?”
“I’m sure you’ve already been asked if you’re insane and know the possible ramifications of such an action so I have a request. Let me do it for you, explain the spell and ritual so that I can do it.” Kyra looked at him with a worries expression and I knew then that she had fallen for him and I already knew he was in love with her.
“Marcus, as much as I appreciate the offer, you know that I need to be the one to do this as this ritual is one I am creating. Your willingness to offer is more than enough for me. Any other questions?”
“Why do you feel that you need to do this?” inquired Marcus.
“I had a vision in a dream about a possible future in the Ascension War. In this vision, the city was dead and deserted and I fought a powerful Nephandi. I think it was less a vision and more of an attack via time, correspondence and mind by the Nephandi because I woke in this reality with electrical burns and other injuries I received in the fight. It falls to me to stand between this being and the city, my friends and those I love.”
Kyra spoke up at that, “Grandmother, even if the pack refuses to aid him, I will leave the pack to start a new one and aid them. They are more than worthy of the support of a Pack. Andrew’s intent is to defend all the denizens of the city and surrounding area, accepting that it may cost him everything without blinking. He has earned the support I offer him.”
I was pleased and humbled by Kyra’s words after Sindee’s earlier statement. When Talia spoke up I was overwhelmed, “You speak the truth young one and no matter what the rest of the pack decides I will support him as you have chosen to do so. If the pack chooses against this course of action, I’m coming with you and I’ll being any that wish to follow. The pack will need to find someone to replace me.”
“I haven’t the words to describe how much what each of you said means to me. Thank you isn’t enough but it’s all I have for the moment.” I couldn’t speak another word after that.
The rest of our evening passed quickly, we drank, danced and just had fun for the night because we were planning for a war starting tomorrow. Sindee and I were as inseparable as always, as were Kyra and Marcus. Talia spent most of the night speaking with George for most of the night whenever he had a few minute. It was dawn before any of us left and we stopped for breakfast on the way to our respective homes. Talia stayed behind to continue her conversation with the gigantic werewolf.
We met every week at the existence so I could get the information I needed from Arthur as well as catch each other up on what we knew was going on in the war. Arthur was able to procure for me many representations of the different supernatural members of society. Kyra and Talia did wind up leaving their old pack to start another. The split they say was amicable and the two packs would ally and work together, but that the original pack saw the Ascension War as something for mortals and Mages and believed that they weren’t involved in it. I can’t abide willful blindness to the truth but I won’t condemn anyone for it either. Talia said that she would move near the Node once we created it and Kyra was already living in the city so the living arrangements were going to be easy to make. A few members of the pack did follow Talia and Kyra, mostly younger students like her.
When the house was completed and ready to move in I collected the keys. We weren’t going to move into the house until after the node was completed and we had it furnished. Sindee was packing her clothes and personal Items, and the beds into storage. She was going to rent the house out to Natalie to save her some money and since she trusted her to keep the house in good condition.
The days passed quickly and on the last weekend before I intended to cast the ritual Arthur surprised me by coming to the building site I had chosen with most of the supplies he had been gathering. He told me there were three more items that he would bring with him to the casting and would act as a battery and stabilizer for the energy flow of the spell I was about to perform. What he was offering was a compliment and great responsibility. While he was acting as a flow conduit, I would be shaping the spell. In the end, whatever happened to me he would also suffer as a part of the spell. To perform the task he was offering our minds would be linked and he would be as susceptible to everything that I was as the Mage casting the spell. If things went bad he would suffer the dangers as well.
The day had finally come to create a Node. I had spent the entire night in meditation open to the flow of Magick, infusing every cell of my body with stored potential to create and alter all that exist. You feel like a true god when you have that much power within, and this is where most Magi fall to hubris. I knew I wasn’t god and rooted that firmly in my mind to keep pride out of my way in this casting. I wrote the symbols of all the spheres around the sanctum, I sank the etchings into the surface using matter magick. I placed each representation of the supernatural races around the spot in a close circle leaving the North, South and center positions open for the three items that Arthur was bringing.
The group gathered that evening, Arthur even closed the Existence and brought the core members of his staff to aid in what was happening. They all spread around the room, where the item representing their race or faction was placed they stood. Arthur entered the circle with me with a few items in his hands. In the North position he places a small black ball of crystal, perfectly smooth that had an oily evil sense to it. He said that it was Black 13, the most dangerous glass of the Wizards Rainbow. The item he placed at the South position was the sword that I had seen Sam wearing in the Existence that first night, this was a powerful weapon and some form of talisman. Not powered by Magick but by another source, the blood magic of vampires I believe. The last item was in a case when Arthur set it down to open it. I felt nothing special from it until the case was opened, the Magick and Spiritual energies poured from the case were like a sensory overload. Arthur withdrew the sword inside and held it before him, pointing skyward. This was not just a Talisman but one of the few Wonders of our world, created by a combination of Magick and Legend granted power by belief and epic tales. It was a one of a kind item that will never again be duplicated. Arthur turned it point downward and drove the blade into the floor. The was no sound of metal striking ground, just the sound of blade slicing through clean until it was buried to the cross guard. I reached out to each mind surrounding me and brought it into the spell, giving them just pieces of the overall to hold on to. I took my time to shape the spell and set firmly what I wanted to have happen in the end. I had to weave all the spheres into this to ensure that the Magick flowed easily here. I kept working the image and spell in my head as Arthur flowed more energy to me through the link between us. It was hours before I was ready to cast the final portion of the spell and bind the planes together here creating the Node. I gather all the power I had stored in my own cells and wrapped into it the flow coming from Arthur. I drove the energy through the nine sphered braiding the stands together in my mind, forcing the energy into the ground and across the planes. I twisted the Magick into the fabric of the Tellurian mentally knotting the planes together and released the Magick into it. I felt the power flowing through me in a strength I didn’t know was possible, it felt magma in my veins and silk across my skin at the same time. There was a bright glow in the room and then total darkness and silence around me……………

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Modern Mage Chapter 19

I woke up late in the morning with Sindee’s petite frame still pressed into my chest with our left hands intertwined. The feeling of joy and peace was still with me and I would have stayed in bed like that forever if it were possible. I refused to get up while she still slept. Her hair felt like silk rubbing between our bodies. The warmth of her body against mine filled me with wonder just knowing that she was mine and I hers bound by love and Magick. I knew realistically we couldn’t stay like this for eternity, but I was willing to lie here all day to preserve this moment. Once we got up again I’d have to get back to preventing the new possible future I had envisioned. My desire to protect humanity as I have chosen to aside, Sindee needed to be protected from what I’d seen as well. While she is becoming a powerful mage in her own right and will soon be more than capable of aiding in my goals I will protect her with every power and ability I have until my last breath. I continued to lie with her and watch her sleep.
Sindee’s breathing changed and her pulse increased a few min later. She started to move and rolled onto her where we could see one another. Her gaze sought out and focused on mine, a sleepy smile spread across her lips. I leaned down, gently caressing her lips with my one once, then again and a third time. When I kissed her the third time she reached up with her free hand, pulling my head down towards her and deepened the kiss. This amazing woman took my breath away simply by being here with me. I brushed her cheek with my right hand, slowly and gently brushing it along her skin; moving it down her neck, over her shoulder brushing down her ribs until I reached her hip. I pulled her closer to me, pressing our bodies together. As we continued to share our bodies, the Magick we both contained within us reach out for the other. We came together mind, body and soul; becoming one being instead of two. Everything beyond the two of us ceased to matter for a time. All that existed was emotion and pleasure; even time stopped as we lived an eternity in that moment.
When we were finally ready to start the day, we showered and dressed for a casual day. Sindee still had another few days before she was scheduled for work and while we were more than financially secure, she enjoyed her work helping people. I wouldn’t change anything about her as she was the other half of me. I had heard people speak of soul mates and other such poetic expressions regarding love. As much as I had been in love with Sindee and knew life was pointless without her, I never understood the truly profound effect of a true soul mate. As we went on through the day I continued to sense her presence, knew when she was focused on me. She seemed to do the same because whenever I looked at her she would lift her head and smile at me. She would laugh when she caught me staring at her and smile when I caught her doing the same. As new and strange as it was, I hoped that the newness and wonder never faded.
We made breakfast together, working as though we were one being instead of individuals. I didn’t feel awkward or weird because as attuned as we were to each other we still were individuals with our own thoughts and feelings. I just seemed that we were part of each other as well. After breakfast we headed out to make the rounds, visiting friends we hadn’t seen since the wedding and our honeymoon.
We stopped by the Existence late in the afternoon as our dated started late and visits were enjoyable, we didn’t want to leave even though we had other people to see. As it was still early the bar and club weren’t packed and there was no line. We walked into to see Arthur at his usual table, chatting with Jaq as they shared a meal. Arthur looked up as we entered and waved us over. As we neared the table they both stood to greet us even though we had seen them only two days ago when we arrived back from the honeymoon.
Arthur stepped forward, took my hand in has and pulled me into that half hand shake half hug between guys. As he pulled me in tight I felt a slight flare of Magick between us; he jump slightly as though surprised when this occurred. Arthur stepped back and looked me over, then directed his gaze to Sindee and she and Jaq were in a friendly embrace. Turning back to face me his eyes lit up and tears seemed to from in them; beyond the emotion in his eyes he betrayed nothing. He and Jaq switched places embracing us both fully.
We moved to sit down, Arthur pulling out Jaq’s chair as I did the same for Sindee. While it may seem old fashioned to some, chivalry is a lost art that should be fostered in the world and not ridiculed. We were barely seated when dinner for four was served with a bottle of wine that complemented the meal perfectly. Arthur may have been surprised by something but it wasn’t the timing of our arrival. I decided right then that I would someday get a straight answer from Arthur about what he really was. The last time I asked he said “I used to be a Mage, now I am something else.” I may want to know what that is someday; however, I am content to know that he is a friend and ally. Dinner conversation consisted of nothing more that the trivialities of everyday life, our honeymoon and Jaq and Arthur’s social life while we were gone.
After the meal and dessert we spent the evening dancing in the club. Arthur had taken the night off in the sense he may have been in the club but anything short of an emergency would be handles by Sam or Elayna. After the previous day, this had been a much needed respite along with being the first relatively ‘normal’ day Sindee and I had shared in some time. By the end of the evening, we were still sensing each other and Sindee caught me staring at her like a love struck teenager many time causing her to laugh. The behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Jaq or Arthur either.
As the night wound down Arthur invited us all up to his place over the club to relax and to spend the night. As we had been drinks, dancing and celebrating we took him up on the offer and closed off a perfect day with drinks and company in front of a fire in his place. Arthur sat on the love seat with Jaq beside him, her feet curled up under her as she leaned into his side with his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Sindee and I were in a similarly comfortable pose on the couch.
I looked them both over, “I’m glad to see how close the two of you have become. I’ve seen you in social settings, but never more comfortable than you seem to be now.” A grin spread across my face at the smiles they wore.
“I owe you a debt Andrew. If you hadn’t made the impression of Jacqueline that you did we most likely would have been in this city and never met. I can’t repay you for that,” I had never heard the amount of emotion in Arthur’s voice before. He sounded as though the weight of the world had been removed from his shoulders.
Before I could reply, Jaq spoke up, “We owe you that debt Andrew, as well as to you Sindee. “ She looked directly at Sindee, “After meeting Andrew, I wanted him almost immediately. He had a quiet confidence and strength under the young exterior that is attractive as you well know. If you hadn’t had his heart from the time you both met he may not have run abruptly as he had. It was his desire to get back to you by making sure things happened as they should that made him disappear, prompting my search. When I arrived and saw the love he had for you, I understood more about him. I wouldn’t have met any of you if it weren’t for the love you two share. From that I met Arthur,” she placed her hand on his thigh and leaned in to kiss him. “That meeting has opened my eyes and brought me a happiness I didn’t know could exist between two people before seeing you and Andrew together.”
I didn’t have a voice to speak from the emotion in her words and in her voice. Sindee was much better than me with words and replied softly, “You helped Andrew when he landed in a small town as a man out of time. You made sure he was taken care of for the few days he was there, ensuring that he could get back to me. He told me of the kiss and I was a little jealous; and extremely proud at the same time. I first met the sixteen year old Andrew after you met the man I had come to know. He was a patient who had gone into a coma after the trauma of losing his family. I had read not just the new articles, but also the police reports and anything else I could get my hands on. His brother has even told me first-hand what he remembered from that night. Andrew had tried to save his family from what, at the time, was a serial killer. His heroism at such a young age drove me to work harder to help people instead of going into medical research like my parents. If I hadn’t taken that path I would never have met him again the night he arrived in Las Vegas for the first time. If you hadn’t taken care of the man I came to know when he arrived in your town and what happened had been changed I wouldn’t have met him either. So as far as I’m concerned there is no debt and no jealousy, just mutual gratitude. Andrew and Arthur though similar are each one of a kind and need someone who is a match for them. After Ander told me the little her knew about you from your conversations and time together I had hoped that you and Arthur would find what Andrew and I share together. I am just happy to see that my hopes were not in vain.”
Very few times in my life have I been stunned totally speechless, but in that moment there were no words to convey the emotions I was feeling. From the looks on Arthur and Jaq’s faces, I think they were in the same boat I was. I dropped all the mental barriers or shields between Sindee and I and just let the raw, unaltered emotion flow between us. Sindee moved in closer to me and responded by doing the same.
Jaq had tears slowly running down her cheeks and the emotion in her voice was indescribable when she replied, “Sindee, I can now more than ever what captured Andrew. Thank you for sharing that with us.”
Arthur, like me, seemed unable to speak past the emotional lump in his throat and simply pulled Jaq closer to him. We sat like that for a few minutes before any of us were able to speak of anything. As we sat there speaking the level or quintessential energy continued to grow. This isn’t an unusual occurrence when several mages gather together for long periods of time as we attract strange and powerful things all of the time. It’s one of the reasons that Mages exists in the first place. If the people who had the potential to awaken in the first place didn’t attract an Avatar to them there would be no awakening. Quintessence, or raw Magick energy, exists in the world as all energy does. Everything has some of this energy and it is produced continuously. It is possible to strip objects, spirits and even people of quintessence but it is a brutal destructive act and most Mages won’t do it unless an emergency happens. Of those that do it even then most try to stick to objects as the act can kill a living thing. I won’t even train a Mage in this ability until they understand the fundamental nature of Magick. As the evening continued none of us tired and the additional energy continued to be converted for us. While this was unusual, it wasn’t unheard of. Around three or four in the morning we all decided to retire for the night and sleep a few hours for the next day.
Arthur had a spare room Sindee and me as well as a change of clothes for the morning. We got ready for bed and curled into each other falling asleep almost instantly now that we were no longer sitting in the room with all the energy. We were both content and happy being together anywhere. Nothing struck as strange about that night until about an hour later when I suddenly woke sitting straight up and a pulse of Magick flowed through the entire building. Sindee was sitting up next to me at the same moment as our eyes locked together. It hit me right then that while there were four of us sitting in the room, only three of us had Avatars to pull in the energy. Jaq had as much energy as the rest of us. I jumped out of the bed and threw on a robe before leaving the room. Sindee did the same and came out right on my heels.
We both ran for Arthur’s bedroom door as we felt the pulse of Magick and were concerned for both of them. As we got to the door Arthur was pulling it open; he took one look at Sindee and I in the hall and pulled us into the room. I have mentioned in the past that Awakenings were different for everyone. While mine was an explosive event caused by my need and desire to protect my family and stop the monster trying to kill my family, and Sindee’s was emotional caused by the trauma of seeing me dying and refusing to let me go; they were not the only way that awakening occur. Awakenings can be simple epiphanies about the nature of the world and what is possible, as many awakened as there are there are that many ways for it to happen. I can only guess at why Jaq awakened and how it occurred, but after talking it over with Arthur at a later time he agreed with my line of thinking. Jaq whose exposure to the Supernatural started of slowly with meeting me and putting together the clues to track me down began to understand that there were things that she couldn’t explain in the world. As a cop and then Federal Agent she had seen more than her fair share of these things in her career. She had tracked me down and seen the impossible without her mind breaking and refusing to see the truth. Since then she has spent more and more time around very powerful supernatural beings including two Mages and whatever Arthur was.
That night, the four of us spent the entire afternoon and most of the night together. We spoke of what happened to my family in a way we hadn’t before. Sindee’s explanation of how if it weren’t for both of their actions, neither of them would have met me as the man I am. The emotions and energy we were enveloped in during all of this was raw Magick and would draw all kinds of spirits and extra-planar beings to our gathering. After we finally laid down to rest, her subconscious mind would have continued to work on understanding everything that had happened and been discussed. Sometime during the night her mind must have come to some understanding of what happened that brought the four of us to this place, this night through a series of unexplainable events. She had an epiphany giving her the potential to become an awakened. As the energy had been there from out gathering there were spirits with the potential to be Avatars there as well. When you combine her potential with the availability of an Avatar you get a Mage.
While her Awakening was a good thing it also brought with it some concerns. Mages for the most part are rare. The fact that both Sindee and Jaq had connections to me and through me to Arthur and the fact that both awakening had occurred with me in the vicinity had me worrying about the implications for the futures I have seen so far. For the most part Mages do awaken near someone who will know what they are and can teach them how to use their new abilities. Having two new Mages awaken within such a small social group and in such short a period of time was something I hadn’t heard of before. While I wanted to believe it was for the better and that Arthur deserved the kind of happiness it would bring him, I was still concerned. Arthur could have extended Jaq’s life with Magick but using it on a mortal would present problems over time. The mind ages no matter what it done to the body of someone mortal. Mages can extend their lives indefinitely because of the changes made to the mind as part of an awakening. While my concerns for the future were more than valid, there was nothing I could do about them that night; and this was a welcome change. While none of us had slept for more than an hour the residual energy from her awakening and our own excitement of this change more than made up for the lack of sleep.
Sindee and I ran back to the house to get our tent and a few camping supplies as well as a couple days clothes together. I packed a few items that I used for teaching Sindee and others that Arthur planned to send my way to take with us. Once we got back to Arthur’s and parked the car had finished loading an SUV that he kept there, transferring the camping gear from our car to it. We all hopped in and headed out of town, just the four of us. Arthur told us he had left a note for Sam leaving her in charge for a few days and not giving her our destination. He said if he woke her up or gave the destination that George at the very least would be heading our way. Jaq, Sindee and I laughed at him for ‘sneaking out’ like that for a few minutes. When the laughter faded he explained that Sam is a little over protective and he can’t wait until she hears about Jaq. I laughed at the idea of a US Marshall being escorted or followed everywhere by someone like George. Jaq laughed until she realized that it was a distinct possibility as she had gotten to know Sam and her loyalty to Arthur while not in any way romantic was total and devout.
We took a drive out into the mountains of Wyoming avoiding the area near the cabin and Jaq’s home town as many questions would be asked that we didn’t have answers to. We picked up food, water and other items at a store before heading up into the mountains themselves. Once we parked the SUV, we spent the rest of that first day hiking as far from civilization as we could get. We finally settled on a campsite late in the evening and set up. After a good rest we woke in the early morning. We traveled out here for privacy so we could work with Jaq exclusively while hiding the fact that she’s a Mage from everyone for the time being. The reasons behind it were varied; primarily for her protection from what we faced. As we hiked and discussed this, Arthur stated that by hiding that she is a Mage will give us another surprise to interrupt the Naphandi’s plans. While I was viewing the possible futures and fighting to change them, he may not be aware of my visions in the here and now. The longer we can keep them and any other secrets from him the better for us and everyone else.
We spent three days doing nothing but work with and train Jaq using magick to give us additional time and energy to just keep going. In those three days we packed in at least a month’s worth of training. Jaq was an exceptional student and adapted to new information quickly. Sindee taught her about Life Magick, focusing on how to heal herself and enhance her physical abilities when needed. Arthur taught her about Prime, the control of Magick itself including how to counter all types of spells and how to shift the backlash when possible. We all spent time learning from one another as we trained Jaq and shared information. I worked with Jaq with a focus on Time and Entropy Magicks as having the ability to alter or control chance and probability and the ability to accelerate your body and slow enemies can be useful in her line of work. The most important thing we stressed in the training was how to blend your spells into reality as seamlessly as possible. The greatest secret of all types of magic, and more so the Magick of Mages is that while most people don’t believe in it, they will accept coincidence as a matter of course.
We headed back to Las Vegas with a stop in Wolf Creek. Jaq wanted to introduce Arthur to her mother as well as Sindee and I. Since it had been a few days and I hadn’t bothered shaving the slight change to my features was enough to mask the fact that I hadn’t aged. We ate a nice home cooked meal for lunch once we stopped. I had liked Jaq’s mother before and her open friendly manner was still the same as before. She took to Arthur quickly when she saw the way the Jaq and he looked at one another. She was gracious when we gave her brief and simple explanation of my disappearance by not asking for details. As a cops mother I figure she knew something wasn’t being said, but accepted that it didn’t need to be. She simply adored Sindee and threatened to adopt her so Jaq would have a sister. After too short a visit we got back on the road headed back to Las Vegas and Arthur’s confrontation with a pissed of Vampire.
We all knew that while Sam was utterly loyal and wouldn’t harm Arthur for all the power in the world, she had a temper that made the devil quake in fear. I told Arthur to ensure that we arrived during the daylight so that we could avoid her wrath until Sindee and I got out of there. He looked at me like I was throwing him under the bus and I said, “Arthur, you of all people know that discretion is the better part of valor. It’s not fear… Okay, it’s not only fear but prudence that has me wanting to avoid her temper.”
Arthur burst out laughing for a few minutes as we got closer to the city before replying, “Andrew, you are an intelligent mage, but you’ve missed something obvious in all the times we’ve worked together and visited.”
I sure a look of confusion crossed my features and I tried to think back and see in my memory what I missed in the first place. While I was searching my memory Sindee gasped and started a quiet laughter. I guessed that she figured out whatever it was I had missed and the laughter was at my expense. When Jaq started laughing as well, I knew it was at me. I finally spoke up, “I know I am missing something that should be readily apparent to me and I’m going to feel dumb in a moment but what am I missing?”
Before Arthur or Jaq said anything Sindee asked, “What time was our wedding ceremony?”
That was obvious to me as I would never forget the image of Sindee walking in from the front doors of the church. The sunlight shining in her hair and sparking of the jewelry making her eyes stand out more than ever as the cool grey color reflected the glint from the gemstones. “Is started at noon and the sun’s light was pale compared to your beauty to the point where Marcus had to poke me in the back and remind me to breath.”
Sindee smiled at me and laughed again. Jaq was also laughing only more and harder now. I knew I was going to be the fool here in a few minutes but I did it to myself by missing the obvious. Sindee got enough control to speak again, “While the compliment is appreciated, it has distracted you and not me from the topic at hand.” I blushed as she poked fun at me. I wasn’t upset, far from it really. I just couldn’t get over the embarrassment of being this oblivious. She asked her next question between giggles, “And where was Sam at during the ceremony?”
Easy question, easy answer. “Obviously right where she belonged with the other bridesmaids standing across from the groomsmen,” I quickly replied. At this point all three of them were laughing so hard that Arthur had to pull over to the shoulder and put the car in park. I still hadn’t gotten what it was I was missing. It was going to be a long time before I would ever live this down.
Sindee was smiling in gleeful and mischievous delight when she asked the next question, “And how did she get to the ceremony so that she could stand with the other bridesmaids?”
“She rode to the ceremony with you and the other bridesmaids around ten in the morning to make sure you all had plenty of time to complete your makeup and other preparations before ……” I trailed off there when my brain finally caught up why everyone was laughing at me. I completely deserved the laughter, more so because I had always been a devil in the details kind of person and it took me this long to notice the blindingly obvious. I hung my head for a few minutes during which Arthur got the car back onto the road.
Arthur looked into the rearview mirror to catch my gaze when I finally life my head back up. “Now that you’re caught up Andrew I’ll explain it better. Yes, Sam is a Vampire. Yes, the sun is dangerous and deadly to most Vampires. Sam is one of very few Vampires that are usually called a Daywalker. She is as different from the other Daywalkers as you are from a hedge wizard however. Sam moved beyond being a normal Vampire around the same time I became more than a Mage. It is not time for you to know anything else about either of our unique statuses as they have nothing to do with the Ascension War or the Nephandi you’re fighting. The good news about that is he knows nothing of what we are, as that is a secret held only by my inner circle of friends. You and Sindee are both becoming part of the inner circle as well. While I count you among it, it is for both our wars that I don’t explain anything else as secrets once spoken can be heard by those who were not meant to have them.”
Quiet reigned in the car for a few minutes before he spoke again, “Besides, if you think I would let you sneak off and avoid any of the blame while I faced the Wrath of Sam alone you got another thing coming.” He laughed, “At least she likes Jaq and Sindee so we should be safe from any harm that would deprive them of us for any amount of time.”
Sindee and I both laughed at that statement before I spoke up, “Arthur, you’re missing the obvious now.”
Arthur looked perplexed then just asked, “What is it you think that I’m missing?”
Sindee spoke up while I laughed, “Sam knows that I’m an accomplished and well trained Doctor along with being, and I believe the words you used were, ‘an exceptionally talented and powerful Life Mage’ Arthur.”
The look that crossed Arthur’s face at that moment was priceless; right up until the thought crossed my mind that my head was back on the chopping block with his. Arthur watched as the emotions flitted across my features before speaking up, “Not so funny when we think about it now. Perhaps we can go to your place for a day or two?” he asked.
Sindee and Jaq both answered at the same time, “NO!” and that was the end of that idea. Arthur and I dragged them out to the mountains so we were going to take out punishment from a Vampire like the men we were, or else.
We pulled into the spot at the top of the parking garage just a night fell over the valley. Sam was at the SUV and opening the doors for everyone before we even saw her coming. The emotions playing over her features were many and varied with a lot of them reflecting anger and concern. She checked Arthur over for any injuries before moving onto Jaq and Sindee finishing up with me. Arthur and I are both relative large and physically well-built men. Within seconds after she finished her inspection of us for injuries Sam grabbed Arthur and I both by the backs of our necks one handed and carried us that way into the common room above the club. I was too frightened for embarrassment or anger at this treatment. Looking over at Arthur, his features seemed to show the same. Here we were two reasonably powerful beings who could easily destroy any vampire we ran into and we were helplessly at the mercy of a woman who was barely 5’3” tall. Once she got us into the common room Sam went into a rant, chewing us out from here to hell about recklessly endangering not only Arthur but all four of us by taking off without telling her with no one to watch out backs in the event something happened. Leaving the city without three of the key players in the battles we were waging. A few of the guards and other staff members were in the hallway outside. JD and Guido were sitting on the other side of the room watching the ass chewing when as things continued that way.
Sindee started to move forward towards Sam when Jaq stepped passed her to get to Sam first. She stepped between Sam and the two of us, grabbed her shoulders and started in on Sam with, “Just you wait one minute Sam. They didn’t just take us against our will and both Sindee and I are quite capable of taking care of ourselves and them as you are.” Jaq removed her hands from Sam’s shoulders, bringing her right index finger up and poked Sam in the chest over her heart, “And another thing, as surprised as I am at meeting him and finding out about everything else in the world that I didn’t know before; I am handling myself quite well.” She poked Sam in the heart area again, “I also happen to be totally in love with Arthur and wouldn’t have met him if I hadn’t known Andrew so I’m not going to let you stand here and yell at them for the four of us taking a weekend trip together.” Jaq continued to poke same over the heart as she read her the riot act. “I like you Sam and can see you as a sister that I never had but I won’t put up…..” As Jaq was yelling, she continued to poke Sam. I’m sure we’ve all heard the saying about not poking the bear. I personally imagine poking a Vampire was an even worse idea.
Sam reached up and grabbed Jaq’s hand just as it poked her again. Her eyes flashed and her expression changed from anger to confusion at being yelled at, to shock over something. She looked across the room to JD and Guido and said, “Out.” It was one work spoken in and even tone. That word made my back tense as though I had a gun to my head. It had no less of an effect on the two of them as they were out of the room faster than I could track their movement. Sam then turned to look at Sindee, “Close and lock the door from the inside her then hit the second switch from the right.” Sindee complied as fast as the two who took off out of the room, then walked over to sit with between Arthur and I. Sam guided Jaq to a seat beside Sindee leaving them between Arthur and me. “Now, tell me when she,” pointing at Jaq, “became a Mage?”
Jaq, Sindee and I tried for blank expressions as though we had no idea what she was talking about. Arthur on the other hand had a ‘the cat is out of the bag’ expression. I’d seen the man play poker and knew he had a better blank look than I did. Jaq replied to the query, “What are you talking about?”
Sam’s features were exceptional at conveying her thoughts just by adopting certain expressions. The one she put on her face then was something between a ‘do you really think I am that stupid’ and a ‘If you lie to me again I’ll rip your head off’ expression. Her words were heavily sarcastic, “Of course you have no idea what I’m talking about. I’m only over five hundred years old and know nothing of the supernatural world.”
Arthur opened his mouth to speak and Sam cut him off, “No Arthur, not listening to you at the moment.” He closed his mouth right back up. She shifted her glance over each of us I turn before continuing. “I just so happen to like you as well Jaq and when you said you were totally in love with Arthur I reflexively used one of my powers to view your Aura and saw the telltale signs of a magic user in it. While there are many types of magic that mortals have the ability to use; they always leave a trace of evidence. You don’t smell like someone using blood magic which would be obvious to a vampire. You have not scent of potion ingredients that would indicate Wicca, voodoo or other hedge wizardry. More to the point, three known Mages took you on a sudden trip to the middle of nowhere for three days. I’d assume you were receiving a crash course in using and more importantly hiding your powers.” All four of us being lectured had out jaws hanging. “Now close your mouths and I’ll explain a little before you answer.” We closed our mouths, “First as to where you were, leave the cell phones behind. While you had not service in the deep mountain forest, the GPS chips still worked. Second, you all lit out of here with just a note when Arthur normally gives me detailed, annoyingly detailed, instructions about what he wants done. Odd behavior for him to say the least. So with the lack of other ways for her to have an aura that looks like the three of yours I guessed that she awakened. I wasn’t positive until all four of you needed to pick your jaws up off the floor there, but still an educated guess.”
I broke the silence that followed first, “Remind me never to play poker with you Sam.” The irrelevant comment made everyone laugh and allowed a relaxed atmosphere to enter the group.
Sam took one more look at Jaq, “As for you Jacqueline Dupree, I lover Arthur as though he were family and am glad that you two found each other and love each other as much as you do. However, the next time you poke me in the chest for any reason I’ll break the finger doing it. Other than that, welcome to our small but growing family.”
I don’t know if we were all more surprised by the threat or the instant forgiveness and end of the rant. Either way we took it in stride and didn’t poke the Vampire any further than we already had. We spent the rest of the evening catching Sam up on what had happened while we were gone. As soon as all that was complete, we called it a night and headed for home. Sindee had work the next evening at the hospital and I had more people to train. As I drove us home I could feel Sindee staring at me and was more thankful than ever that the bond we formed five days ago was as strong now as it was then.
We got back to the house grabbed ourselves hot showers, took care of things such as shaving our respective needs and dressing for bed. We curled together; I pulled her against my chest and took in the scent of her hair. We fell asleep from exhaustion barely seconds after lying down together.
After what felt like an entire to short period of time, I opened my eyes to find myself outside the ruined city……

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Modern Mage – Chaper 5

Another Chapter down, hope those of you who like the story are continuing to enjoy it. I got a little more character development done and brought another important player for the direction I have in mind for the story into play. I know the story is going slowly, however I’m writing that way because I want it to unfold properly and keep the quality of writing up. As always please leave feedback or Message me with questions. Thank you all again for reading.
I turned and put the envelopes into one of my bags before heading to the Valet with Sindee to retrieve my car. We drove back to Sindee’s and moved my bags in. Besides the two from my room there were 4 more bags in the trunk of my car. When I decided to move to Las Vegas, I packed up my clothes and personal belongings, sold everything else. Traveling is a lot easier if all you have to carry with you are 6 bags. We spent the rest of the afternoon getting my stuff organized and relaxing. My mind was on the letters sitting in my bag. I didn’t know which one worried me more, the one from my brother or the one with the old wax seal. I hadn’t seen or spoken to my brother since I was 16 until chance brought us together at the hospital a few weeks ago. We barely said anything to each other at that time either. It was unlikely that the letter contained good news.
The one with the wax seal presented a different issue. The archaic seal could have been used by almost any type of supernatural being or even a mortal with a flair for the overly dramatic. The first thing that concerned me about it however was that among the Supernatural races the ones most like to use such a seal were Vampires. While there are many younger vampires in the world; they are usually the foot soldiers and modern face of the species. The older Vampires are much more dangerous than the young lady I fought with. The older the vampire the more time they’ve had in order to gain in strength and abilities; and to make matters worse they have the patience to play the long game. Marcus taught me to avoid Vampire politics at all costs; to not reveal what I am to them. Thinking back to the night I fought the bloodsucker in my hotel room; I had yanked the curtains open to give me light to see by meaning someone could have seen the fight if they were watching her. There were too many possibilities; I needed to stop speculating and do some research.
I also had to tell Sindee about my world and soon before we moved any further in our relationship. If I was going to try to awaken Sindee to the greater reality I needed to prepare a few things and make a couple of calls. I wanted to make sure that if and when I did this, it had the highest chances to succeed without having a detrimental effect on Sindee. What scares me about doing this is simple to explain. Most Mages I’ve met are singular beings. While some Mages form cabals, basically a group of mages working together sharing knowledge, they are still disparate individuals. I have yet to meet a Mage is a relationship other than casual hook-ups. This concerned me when I first thought about why that would be and I came to an answer I didn’t much like. Because as Mages we had the ability to impose our will on the world, including on other people, we tend to do so without thinking about if we should do so. This idea bothered me because of what I did the first night here in Las Vegas. I didn’t actually change her mind as much as lower Sindee’s inhibitions leaning her in the direction of doing what she felt like over what she thought was best. I always saw the distinction as a gray area before. Now, if I knew a Mage or other supernatural being used a power on Sindee I would seek their destruction with the full measure of my abilities and willpower. It’s strange how emotional ties can alter ones perception easier than Magick.
The first call I made an attempt to get ahold of Marcus again. Many Mages, including myself, tend to stay on the move. It gives us more opportunity to learn and makes it less likely that someone will come to know us and accidentally discover our secret. The longer one stays in one place the more complacent and relaxed they become. The measures taken to keep our secret become lax. There are so many dangers in our secrets getting out that we are very protective of them. I’ve spoken of Hunter’s briefly before, I’ll go into a little more detail now. I had been staying with Marcus training for 9 months and was learning how to manipulate the Spheres at this point. Learning to Sense each of the Spheres comes quickly as once you understand that while they are each different, sensory magic is very similar no matter what you’re trying to detect. We had gone into the woods outside of town so he could teach me how to manipulate Life so that I could learn to heal myself and others. He was showing me how to speed up growth and regeneration on plants before we moved up to complex life forms. Never perform Magick on anything unless you understand what it is you are trying to do. While we were working a man stepped out of the woods into the clearing. He was around 6 feet or so, looked to be in his 60’s though he could have been older; it was hard to tell in the shade of the trees. He wore a pistol on his hip and had an old Winchester rifle aimed at Marcus. “Been a while Marcus, you aren’t an easy man to find,” he spoke loudly from across the clearing. “You gonna try to hide from me forever?” There was a trace of southern accent in his voice but I couldn’t place it exactly.
Marcus turned to face this man and spoke clearly, “I told you last time Jackson, stop following me or it will end badly for you.”
“That was 30 years ago, and I didn’t have a clue as to what you could do then. I know now and you’re going to pay for what happened.” I looked closer at Marcus closely when Jackson said this. Marcus looked like he couldn’t be older than 25, even when using my senses with the Life Magick we were practicing today I wouldn’t put him any older. Marcus stood about 5’8” and weighed in around 180. “You’re all abominations and shouldn’t be allowed to live in this world.” As he said this he pulled the trigger, I felt Marcus pull Magick and knew he was doing something. I immediately turned to dive behind the closest tree. As good as my reflexes were, they were no match for that old man’s speed with a rifle. Jackson worked the lever on the rifle as he swung it towards me; guilt by association I assumed. I was in the air as I felt intense pain in my left shoulder from the back. This being the first time I’d ever been shot, I was unable to focus past the pain to help Marcus.
“Jackson stop now or I stop holding back,” Marcus was back on his feet staring down the older man. “You have no idea what happened or why I left. It happened before you were born, and all you’ve been told are the memories of a bitter man.”
Jackson swung the rifle back at Marcus firing as soon as he was lined up in the sights, “You’ve been too long in the world and it’s time for you to die!!!!!!” he screamed as he worked the lever firing 4 shots in quick succession.
They each stopped about a foot in front of Marcus as though they hit a wall. I felt and saw Marcus throw a crackling bolt of Prime energy itself at Jackson. He screamed and fell to the ground curled in pain as Marcus walked over to him. Marcus tossed Jacksons rifle and pistol away and placed his hand directly on the man’s forehead. I had no idea what Marcus was doing and couldn’t concentrate enough to read the Magick he was performing. A few minutes later Marcus stood up and walked over to me. He placed his hands over the wound on my shoulder and I felt the flow of Magick. The pain ceased immediately, but the shoulder started to itch as I could feel the wound start to close. The itching came for torn flesh and tissue stitching back together. When it was finished even the skin of the surface showed no sign that it had ever been damaged in the first place.
When we stood up and I looked around, Jackson was gone along with his weapons. Marcus looked like he was in pain, his joints were creaking and his movements were slow. I understood then what the Prime energy he threw at Jackson was. It’s one of the first active spells of Prime mages learn. It makes you feel as though all of your bones are rubbing against each other, grinding into dust in the body. Nothing is actually happening except the sensation is excruciating to the subject. Because he actively threw the effect it caused a backlash for Marcus. Marcus would be suffering similar effects as Jackson. Marcus could have avoided the backlash by casting the spell in a way that if blending with reality instead of breaking it. The more seamlessly our spells blended into reality and were acceptable to everyone the less likely or severe the backlash. There are other ways to reduce the likelihood or severity of backlashed but those take time and power to learn. I had known Marcus was a knowledgeable and power Mage, I now knew he was a Master of at least the Sphere of Life to be as old as the conversation hinted at.
“Marcus, how old are you in years, not body,” I asked.
“I’m a little over 80 years old and have been a Mage for more than 60 of them. I told you when we met that most Mages don’t die of old age or natural causes.” He smiled, “It’s up to each mage to learn how to extend their life on their own because there are many ways magic can do so. We aren’t immortal as you just learned the hard way. I had known his family before my change and shared my secret with them after. His father was a friend as kept wanting me to bring his the same kind of power I had, not willing to believe that I couldn’t do so. Mages can’t just be made at will. While a mortal can be awakened to the greater reality, it is rare that this becomes the Awakening of a Mage. When I explained this he accused me of betraying him and his family and tried to kill me. I was forced to stop him and it put him in a wheelchair the rest of his life. I didn’t have the knowledge to repair the damage I’d done. That’s what started my wandering. Now you know my sad tale as I know yours. You’re ready to continue on your journey Andrew, as I need to continue on my way.” With that he handed me a simple card that had a phone number on it, “That is so you can try to get ahold of me if you need to. It’s not a direct line, but a point of contact that I check from time to time. Leave no details, just a way for me to get back to you.”
We left the woods shortly after that and parted way at his home. He took a few bags out to his car and headed north as I did the same and headed to the west. We haven’t seen each other spoken since, the only contact we’ve had were the deposits I made into his accounts from the investments we made together. That was the first encounter I had with hunters, there have been others but Jackson was the only “Witch” hunter. Most hunters I have run into were Vampire hunters. I’ve seen many of them die because they were messing with things beyond their understanding. I’ve also seen groups of hunters that were very well equipped both with knowledge and weapons. These groups are the most dangerous as I’ve seen psychics and hedge wizards and others working with them as I traveled. I had a close call or two in my time travels but have so far as I know remained unidentified to them.
The second call I made was to the realtor to check on the purchase of the land and to get the architects number to schedule an appointment with them. I wanted to get the land purchased and include the mineral rights in the deed. I also wanted to get with the architect as a lot of design went into a Mages home. We needed to have all the usual amenities that every home had, but also needed some space to build a Sanctum. A Sanctum sounds so mysterious and I know you just pictures a dark stone room with an alter and strange symbols carved into the wall, or something similar from literature or movies and while some magic users; hedge wizards and Mages alike; go for that kind of gothic or dramatic look as that’s how they were taught a Sanctum doesn’t need to be that. A sanctum can be as small as a closet however I do prefer a little more space. What takes a sanctum and turns it into a Mage’s Sanctum is the time and power expended to place Wards all around the room. Again, I’m not speaking of carvings or spells written in blood or other such materials, wards are protections from each Sphere imbued into the physical construct. When you have a room properly and powerfully enough warded you can practice all forms of magic in there both coincidental, the blending of magic with accepted reality to hide it from sleepers, to what would be called vulgar magick, spells that break the fabric of accepted reality. A good example of this would be if a mage had to fight in the open and had no choice but to resort to using fire to stop their enemy. While a mage of even moderate power could easily throw a fireball down the street after an enemy everyone who saw it would create such disbelief that the backlash could easily kill the Mage as the spell backfired on them. A smarter mage would look for a way to make it blend into reality to be possible, like as the person was running past a utility box or near to maintenance access, having a gas line burst, engulfing the target in a ball of fire. While unlikely this is more acceptable to the masses and the mage may get away with no backlash at all or one of minimal effect on them. Even when there are no sleepers around outside of a properly warded sanctum, Vulgar spells usually cause some form of backlash as it is the break in reality not just the witnesses that cause this.
The next item on my list was to get registered as a student at UNLV. I was already an Investment Broker and Councilor as a profession, that had nothing to do with taking a couple of classes while here in the city. Students have access to the colleges’ library including any special collections related to the classes they take. As I have said before what a mage can do is limited to the Magick they could draw upon and knowledge of what they were trying to do. You’ll find that if or when Magick becomes acceptable to the general world that most of the Mage’s are students of some kind, always trying to increase their knowledge there by allowing them to cast many more spells based upon that knowledge. I still had to choose other classed, however I chose economics as 1 class as it dealt with my profession in the event anyone did look into my while I’m here in town. More than anything I was hoping to find some other Mages to share knowledge of the city with; it was a long shot but still possible.
The next week flew by as I waited to hear back from Marcus and started my first class. Sindee and I didn’t see each other as much as we did before I moved in and I was missing the time we spent together. Between my classes and meeting with the Architect during the days and her working night shift at the hospital we only saw each other in the early mornings when she got home and sometimes for dinner before she left for her shifts. I know I was getting depressed by this, as I wanted to spend more time with her. I decided to surprise at lunch this evening. I picked up dinner from one of the restaurants I knew she liked and took it in to her at work so we could spend sit and talk. We laughed and talked and all too soon she had to return to work. When I left for the evening, I felt better but all the more urgent about trying to arrange for her to be awakened. I didn’t want to lose her, and while that could still happen, it would if she didn’t know about my world and how to protect herself from it when I wasn’t around. I went back to the house after we finished and pulled out the letter from my brother. I’m not going to go into what was in it other than to say two things. My father was still ok, and it wasn’t good news that could bite me in the ass down the road some. Basically, it was for the most part what I expected as well as something I didn’t. We’ll come back to this in the future, say at the time that it bites me in said ass.
When Sindee got out in the morning it was the start of her weekend. We both decided to get some sleep before going out for the day. We took Sindee’s car and went out to Lake Mead, spent some time on the water with rental jet skis. When we arrived back at her house there was someone sitting on the trunk of my car, mostly hidden in shadows. I told Sindee to pull up along the curb and stay in the car. I hit the power locks as I got out of the car, “If any trouble starts call the police on your phone and drive away.” I closed the door before waiting for a reply. I moved sideways into the yard, putting distance between Sindee and I, yet not moving closer to the person sitting on my car. I called out, “Can I help you with something?”
The figure shifted, sliding of the trunk still standing so that the face was still covered in shadow. I called out again, “If you’re here looking for trouble you’ve chosen the wrong place. It that’s your intention, leave now or else.”
“Strong words from someone so young,” was the reply from our shadowed visitor. There was something familiar about the voice, but I was sure I’d never hear it at the same time. Then the figure stepped out of the shadows into the light, “Is that how you talk to all your old friends when you called them, and they drop what they are doing to come see you.”
The young man that stepped out looked to be around 14 to 16, he had short trim black hair, was about 5’6” and I couldn’t give you weight but he looked healthy, not heavy or muscular but he wasn’t skinny either. I was about to tell him I didn’t know who he was and we weren’t old friends when I noticed his eyes, those I knew. You know how they say the eyes are the window to the soul, in some ways it’s true. A person’s years can be read in their eyes if you know what you’re looking for, additionally, even as your appearance can change though many means, the eyes don’t unless you intentionally cover them. “Marcus!!!” my surprise at his appearance filled my voice at first, “How nice to see you again.”
Marcus laughed at me, “that’s at least a better greeting between old friends. Who’s the young woman in the car, and what does she know?”
“Sindee is the reason I called you as she doesn’t know anything yet.” I turned to wave Sindee into the driveway smiling as I did so to reassure her nothing was wrong. I walked over and opened the car door for her. “Sindee I’d like to introduce you to Marcus, he was a neighbor before I moved her. Marcus, this is obviously Sindee.”
“It’s my pleasure to meet you ma’am,” was Marcus’s statement and he took her hand. His body jerked a little as he had to stop himself from kissing the back of her hand. Something of an old fashioned gesture for someone appearing as young as he did.
Sindee took his hand, “Nice to meet you as well Marcus. Please call me Sindee, ma’am makes me feel like an old lady. So what brings you to Las Vegas?”
Fortunately she was looking at Marcus as I’m the look on my face revealed that I had no idea what to tell her. Marcus on the other hand was apparently better at thinking on his feet this evening as he replied, “I’m getting ready to start classes at UNLV. I’ll be staying in dorm on campus; however the room won’t be ready until tomorrow, fumigation. Andy there had sent me an email when he moved into town and then again when he moved here. I can’t check into a hotel, they won’t allow minors to stay alone even if they graduated high school at 15. I came hoping to ask him to get me a hotel room for the night.”
Thank god for Marcus’s brain and Sindee’s heart because her response. “Nonsense Marcus, you’re staying here tonight, and you’re welcome to stay a few days to visit if you’d like. I’m sure Andy would like the company.” She smiled as she called me Andy, so did Marcus as he knew how I felt about that particular nickname.
“Thank you Sindee, I appreciate that. Tell me how is it you know Andy please.” Marcus picked up his bad from beside my car as we continued the conversation.
The rest of the night passed with Sindee and Marcus getting to know each other. Her relating the tale of how we met and then came back together while Marcus told her, and by extension me, about his current back story shortened to match a 16 year old genius instead of the man he was last time we saw each other. I planned to talk to him at length and find out what happened to him soon. Sindee and Marcus hit it off like old friends, which would make things simpler having him around considering their age differences, both their visually disparate ages and well as the years that separated their actual ages.
We all spent the next day together just hanging out, introduced Marcus to some of Sindee’s friends and got him settled into his dorm room. He wasn’t kidding about setting himself up as a current student at UNLV. I still hadn’t had the time to talk to him about any of the many issues I was juggling at the moment, nor about what happened to him when we left him at the dorm that evening. We were leaving the campus when a feeling passed over me that I can’t properly explain. I know it came from my connection to the Magick but had no idea what it meant. My life was getting to be way to interesting even for me. We drove back to Sindee’s, the whole way that feeling becoming more and more oppressive. It didn’t feel like I was being watched either directly or by Magick as I would have felt that; not being able to identify the feeling was putting my nerves through the wringer to the point that I was unable to keep my face from showing some concern.
“Andrew, you look like someone stepped on your grave. What’s bothering you?”
“I’m not sure, you ever just get one of those feelings that you can’t explain? The kind that you know there’s something wrong or coming but you have no idea what it is?” I replied without thinking. “I just got this sense of something …..” I trailed off as I realized two very important things. First, I was very close to talking of Magick and my gifts with Sindee, and second I remembered when I felt something similar to this; the night it woke me up a little over five years ago.
As I went quiet, Sindee looked over at me and immediately pulled over. She put her hand to my neck checking my pulse, “Andrew, you’re very pale, is everything alright?” I didn’t know how to answer that one, my heart was racing at the thought of losing Sindee like I had most of my family.
I knew my heart had to be racing and I didn’t want Sindee to decide I needed to go to the hospital. I focused on my breathing and slowing my heart down. “I’ll be fine Sindee, just an Anxiety attack for some reason. Let’s just get home, have a glass of wine and relax. You’re the only doctor I want to see tonight.” I was sure about the feeling but didn’t know what it meant. Did it have to do with a new Mage awakening, was it something to do with another attack like back then. My heart rate was starting to pick up again so I looked over into Sindee’s amazing eyes and slowed my breathing. I used her eyes for a focus in meditating, thinking of the time we’ve spent together, the stories she told me of her growing up. My heart slowed and my breathing became normal after a few minutes.
Once I had calmed down Sindee reluctantly agreed to drive back to her house and not the hospital. The feeling faded as we moved closer to the house and I was able to relax more, it was still in the back of my mind but felt more distant. It still concerned me a lot as I didn’t know the meaning behind it. Sindee and I decided to go to bed early, after lying down I feel asleep easily with her in my arms but the sleep was restless. I dreamed of the night I awakened and lost my mother and sisters. Dreams and memory usually fade with time; however one of the Mind Magick spells I used on myself was to improve my memory giving me total recall. A very useful gift in most situations but when you have to relive the worst night of your life in horrifying detail, seeing things that you didn’t process at the time like the blood pooling out on the floor from my father’s skull or the look of pure terror in my mother’s eyes when that man grabbed me by the neck. Every second in the dream felt like an eternity and even though I knew it was a dream I couldn’t wake myself. I finally snapped awake after reliving the entire attack, Sindee was leaning over me looking at me face. She pulled me against her and held me tight after seeing the look of anguish on my face.
I’d not dreamed of that night since shortly after getting out of the hospital that first time. After reliving it in such detail I felt raw and drained, like I went through a wringer. Sindee just continued to hold me and whisper soothingly into my ear that I would be ok, she was here for me. I pulled her tight into me wrapping her tightly in my arms and just let the tension leave me. It had been a half hour before Sindee fell asleep. I already knew I wasn’t going to sleep the rest of the night between the strange sense I’d had earlier in the evening and the nightmare of my Awakening. I got out of bed careful not to wake Sindee. I walked into the other room and got a small case out of my suitcases. The case held what Mages call Foci, object used for focusing our Magick. Mages who belong to the organizations that specialize in different Spheres are trained from the beginning to use Foci. Those Mages are unable to cast spells safely without their Foci, the tradeoff for them was that it made learning to cast easier. I never learned about Foci until after I learned to cast. I kept the Foci in the case for use with certain spells and effects. I looked through the case to the Foci I used for Correspondence, the Sphere related to distance and space. I pulled out the little charm I had given to Jamie and brought with me when I left home. It was a gold infinity loop on a necklace. I had to reasons for giving it to hear, first as I used it for focusing my spells I had a connection that would allow me to find it over great distance. The second and more important reason is the infinity loop was a representation of my feeling toward Sindee. Somehow looking at the Infinity Loop I knew we were meant to be together.
I took the necklace and charm in their little box out of the case and put the case back in my luggage. I looked at the clock and knew Sindee’s alarm would be going off in about another hour. I decided to make her breakfast in bed, I know it’s not a grand romantic gesture but I’ve also come to know it’s the little gestures at the right moments that most women remember with the most fondness. I’m no chef but I can cook, so I made her a nice fluffy omelet with sausage, cheese and salsa. A glass of Orange Juice and the all-important cup of coffee as well as some toast completed the meal. I threw a robe on and quickly snuck out back to pick a rose for the tray. I found a small almost dead rose plant poking over the fence. I pulled a bud that hadn’t bloomed from it and went back into the kitchen. I focused on the flower and my feeling for Sindee into the flower. The dry stem turned from brown back to green and thickened as the Magick gave back the life that the desert had been pulling from it. I slipped the stem into a thin vase allowing the stem to pull in the water. The flower itself started to grow and open revealing a perfect white rose, as the spell came to an end a single petal of the rose turned into a copper red color like Sindee’s hair. I carried the tray in just as her alarm went off. Sindee reached over and hit the switch killing the alarm. She reached over to her side finding the bed empty I heard a mumble that sounded a lot like my name before she sat up in bed and looked around the room.
I walked over to her side of the bed when she looked around and spotted me, “Good morning Beautiful, I thought you deserved to be pampered this morning.”
Her eyes lit up as she changes positions letting me set the tray down in front or her, “Thank you Andrew, you know you didn’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I knew that, and you more than deserve it. Last night was hard, and probably would have been impossible if we weren’t together. I have no idea what I’d do without you. I have something else for you as well.” I pulled the little box with necklace out of my robe pocket and handed it to Sindee, “That was something I gave to Jaime when she was six, I told her that the infinity loop symbolized forever and that was how long I would love my little sister. I love you and want you to want you to know that love is also infinite.” I stopped talking and could see the tears in her green eyes as I said all this.
Sindee lifted the tray off her lap setting it to the side on the bed and stood up, “I love you too, I was afraid to say anything about it because we’ve only really know each other for a few months and didn’t want to scare you away.” She stopped talking and stood on her toes as I leaned down to kiss her. This was a slow gentle kiss, with all the passion and attraction we felt for each other tempered by the emotions we shared. I felt something strange in my connection to the Magick, but it felt right, not like the sensation from the night before. When we broke the kiss, Sindee pulled the necklace out of the box and handed it to me. Reaching back behind her head, she turned to face away from me and moved her long silken hair out of the way so I could put in on her. We sat down on the bed and shared the breakfast I made for her. We both wanted to stay in for the day but Sindee had an early morning staff meeting at the hospital today and I had to meet the architect again to work on the plans. Even being a Mage with an affinity for Time Magick there sometime weren’t enough hours in the day to do what you wanted.
Sindee and I got ready for our days, she had her meeting and lunch with the girls before needing to come home and sleep for work that night. I needed to see the architect then needed to go find Marcus and get the real story of what happened to him. Last item on my list was perhaps the most dangerous. I planned to do a Seeking…..

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