Wife

Harry’s Ladies 3

Harry’s Ladies
Harry was ushered into Ragnuk’s office and the Goblin king looked grim. Lord Potter I have had you escorted hear to demand that you return that sword, It is precious to us. Harry nodded and asked “the sword is Goblin made I assume”?
“Correct, Matter of fact the sword was taken in battle, by Gryffindor from my many greats grandfather and should be returned to us when Gryffindor died”. Harry nodded his head knowing the sword could just be redrawn from the sorting hat. He unstrapped the sheath and gave it to the Goblin . “Be careful it’s impregnated with Basilisk venom said Harry. The Goblin nodded an said “I know, it’s what killed Lord Malfoy”.
Harry looked and said “well now that that’s over with could you have a sword with similar enchantments on it made for me with the name Potter engraved on the side”? The aged Goblin nodded his head saying “it wont come cheap and it will take a month and a half to make”.
“I pay you a fifty thousand galleon’s now and twenty five more when done”. The Goblins eyes bulged no Wizard offered fair price on good when buying from a Goblin it was just unheard of. “Ok Lord Potter we will send a missive when the sword is complete.”
“Thank you King Ragnuk a pleasure doing business with you”. “And you Lord Potter.
Harry made his way into a shadowy ally transformed into his Phoenix form and flared out.
“FUCK ME HARDER” screamed Alexia as Harry fulfilled the obligations of the cursed end of the line clause. Focusing on pleasing his lover Harry being driven by his natural instinct pounded her pussy and roughly latched onto her breasts. The young Hufflepuff screeched in pain and pleasure, Her cum gushed out in buckets while Harry’s impregnated her. Several rounds of love making later Harry and Alexia went to shower.
Entering his study Harry over-viewed the itinerary for the next Wizengamont meeting his and Lord Malfoy’s bills were on the agenda along with several others oddly the meeting was on Valentine’s day and from the manifest he had read the Wizengamont did not meet on a holiday. Thinking something was up he wrote to Amelia.
Reading up on his Basilisk form Harry decided to work on it next. A few hours later his response arrived.
Lord Potter
You are correct that the Wizengamont dose not meet on the fourteenth but the day before. You should have received a owl to apologize to you for the Minister’s slip of the tongue. Also this is a full session and if you had not attended you could have been detained for dereliction of duty and fined half of your vaults or a year in Azkaban. I will see you their Lord Potter. Give my love to Susan.
Harry pulled his list out of females to reminisce over and found a astonishing change.
Ginny Potter…x M
Susan Bones…x
Daphne Greengrass..x
Nymphadora Tonks..x
Hermione Granger…x
Luna Lovegood…..x
Padma Patil…..x
Gabrielle Delacour…x B
Katie Bell……………..x
Hestia Jones………….x
Alexia Smith……..x
Tracy Davis……x
Alicia Spinet…..x
Kimberly Anderson..x
Shelly Sinatra…….x
Narcissa Black…..x
Romilda Vane
Sally Anne-Perks
Poppy Pomfrey….x
“Bloody Hell Not More Names”. Harry called a meeting with Albus to discuss the additions. After a long talk the duo decided it was just his magic making it’s last choices. Thankful that he did not get the Slytherin bull or the pug, but Harry had to admit it the pug had indeed start to look better.
Harry the potion will be done soon all we lack is the blood of two more virgins then we can finish. Harry nodded an said well I will have it in a few days.
Harry cornered Romilda Vane in the library explained to clause to her and was jumped as soon as the words left his mouth. He quickly cast the privacy charms. Harry shoved his length into her tight twat and pounded into it fiercely. Harry picked her up and braced her against the stacks and thrust his newly lengthened cock into her quim the teen came screeching and Harry emptied his sack into her womb. Harry collected the blood into the phial and after another round Harry and the happy girl made their way to the great hall.
Harry had Dobby move Romilda’s trunk into his quarters when she asked it of him. Harry introduced her to the rest of his ladies then made his way to Quidditch practice. Angelina put them through their paces and Harry tried a move he devised on his own. After the shower Harry approached Katie after a long discussion the witch striped naked and bent over a bench.
Harry marveled at her arse not believing how perfect it looked he creased it before entering her snatch. Harry made slow love to his old friend being carefully gentile. As she came Harry emptyed his sack for the third time that day. He collected the blood stored it and was jumped again by Katie this round was fast and rough Harry pounded into his new lover with enough force to bruise her and Katie loved every minute of it. After returning to his rooms Harry held Katie close as the two of them fell asleep.
Dogging a bludger Harry continued his pursuit of the Hufflepuff seeker the seeker was then knocked off course by a return bludger from Fred. Harry spent the next twenty minutes watching out for the tiny gold ball until he caught sight of it at the far end of the pitch Harry eased forward acting like he was just changing positions the let out a burst of speed. Rodgers quickly fell behind not expecting the change in speeds.
Harry was closing in on the snitch when it shot off in Rodgers direction, cursing Harry slung his full weight forward his broom did a end over end until he was facing the same way he had just came from and shot off like a rocket. He pulled along side Rodgers who started trying to knock him aside.
Hermione watching in the stands cursed when she was Harry pull the end over end, “I am going to kill him she shrieked” “get in line yelled Daphne” Hermione watched as Rodgers pulled a Malfoy and tried to get some distance and then knock Harry off course on his third try Harry used the sloth grip roll to go under and on to the other side this caused Rodgers to hit the wall of the pitch and go down. Everyone started looking for the snitch which Harry had held high in his hand with a shit eating grin on his face.
The grin did not last long, as soon as he got back to his room Hermione pounced on him spitting like a cat. Harry took her into his arms and just held her. Later that night Harry felt someone slid beside him and grab him man hood.
“Mione what you doing I thought you hated me right now”? “I am sorry Harry I have talked to the other and they think that I have over reacted I just wanted to apologize to you the bushy headed girl said as she took his cock into her mouth.
After Harry had creamed into her pussy Hermione positioned his cock at her rear entrance and nodded her head. Harry slipped inside her arse and marveled at the felling he thrust into her deep and slow until she was begging him to pond her raw. After ten minutes of him tweaking her nipples and slapping her ares red Hermione came gushing buckets and Harry emptied his balls into her rectum.
Harry woke up his dick still buried in Hermione ass and still rock hard. Harry started to take it out but Hermione had different ideas. She rolled over on top and started bouncing reverse cowgirl on his cock Harry moaned, reached up and grabbed a hand full of bushy hair then pulled a fast maneuver and the two of them were in the doggie style position Harry used her hair and pounded her arse as hard as he could while Hermione shrieked in pain/pleasure as her boyfriend thrust into her. A few minutes later and multiple orgasms for Hermione Harry grunted and shot off in her rectum,
Harry sat chatting to Susan at the Hufflepuff table while just about everyone else their glared at him. Harry noticed a girl with red-blonde hair sitting a ways off looking “peaky” as Mrs. Weasley would call it. “Who’s she asked Harry”? “Oh that Sally Anne-Perks Harry the last girl on your list. Harry nodded and said follow me.
After escorting Sally to his rooms Harry and Susan explained why she looked and felt so bad the young girl looked shocked the started crying. After calming her down Harry found that her father had already entered her into a marriage contract with Michael Corner even though she hated the boy. Harry found that if she did not go through with the contract Her father would loose two third’s of their fortune while their family a noble house their vaults could not take a hit like that Harry asked “How much would that amount to?” About a hundred thousand galleons. Harry nodded and said “well since that would happen when the contract broke Harry would replace the money plus another hundred thousand.
The girl was shocked but smiled and said ok that will be just fine before jumping onto the startled boy. And hour later three well shagged teen left Harry’s rooms to go to class. After DADA Harry sent a note off to Sally’s father and another to his account manager to authorize the transaction after the Conner’s Galleons came out. While not happy the man readily agreed to it and Michael was Happy that he did not have to marry a girl he did not like or care for.
That night Harry kissed Susan’s belly where his chilled was growing most of his first girls were starting to show now and were all getting really randy constantly. It wasn’t uncommon to see them helping each other out while Harry was busy…… Thursting into Padma’s quim Harry growled at the site of seeing his cock diapering into her moca colored flesh “FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCKME” The Indian bombshell screamed so loud that he thought that she would be heard through the silencing charms he had placed. Harry widened his girth and shoved a finger up the girls arse to which she orgasmed Harry still far off keep pounding her pussy hard sending multiple orgasms throughout her body Padma flipped him over to were she was ridding him cowgirl style screeching in one continuous orgasm until Harry finally unloaded several shots of baby batter into womb.
Harry smiled when he woke up in a tangle of limbs and a horny metamorphmagus sucking his dick. Harry removed himself from the pile smiling at the sultry look on Tonk’s face he lead her into the shower to emerge satisfied and squeaky clean leaving a tired Tonks putting on her disguise. Harry and his Ladies gathered around and watched as the adults drank the Age restorative. All sings of age quickly melted off of Albus and Abe’s face. Minerva looked to be in her late Twenty’s while Mad eye’s leg had regrown but the eye had been a ritualistic sacrifice and did not regrow. The potion worked to well on Flitwick he looked to be in his late teens early twenty’s. “ I guess the potion works differently on beings with Goblin blood in them”. Dumbledore spoke allowed.
That night the great hall was abuzz with speculation of why most of the staff looked so young when most were positively ancient. Dumbledore stood and spook as you can see most of us have de-aged quite a bit well it happened in a potion’s accident earlier this morning apparently abe tripped over a downed stool and all the ingredience in his hands flew into the cauldron a explosion took place and we were covered in the mess and poof we looked feel and are younger Madam Pomfery has already ascertained that we wont suddenly revert back but will age like any other normal human. All knowledge of the potion we were making and what items we were adding were obviated as this miracle dose not fall into the wrong hands.
The student’s were abuzz talking about the “accident” and on one noticed a Slytherin boy slip out of the hall and run towards the owlery.
The next day both papers were delivered. Harry could not believe how many people still read the Phoenix Chronicles even after the ministry tried to ban it. He smiled at the title
HARRY POTTER. CRAZED ATTENTION SEEKING
LOON OR COSTANIT SUVIVER
Story by Penelope Clearwater
For almost a year now Harry Potter has been called a lair an attention seeker and a nutter by the Daily Prophet. But is he. Several disappearances have happened over the past two years Bertha Jorkins 32, Auror David Thustal 25 and Bartimus Crouch Sr. 55 have all disappeared without a trace. Several Muggals have also disappeared their names are Frank Bruce 61, Natalia Dangleman 10 , Sahara Newman 9, and Jerry Pitts-Riddle All the muggals were from Little Hangleton and the witches and wizards are still labeled missing to this day by our ministry. But are they. Rensontly the Albanian DMLE has found a woman’s body with residual dark magic strong Legilimency probs all over it it was also found that the women was raped repeatedly and was pregnant at TOD(time of death). The Goblins in conjunction with the DMLE found out through blood inheritance test was found to be Bertha Elaine Jorkins Her unborn child was found to be the child of Peter Isaiah Pettirgrew. Barty Crouch’s body was never found but his son confessed to Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and Harry Potter. Before Crouch Jr. could give his testimony to the DMLE Minister Fudge was accompanied by Dementors paid a visit to the bound and Fudge watched them suck the soul out of the man partially responsible for Cedric Diggory’s death. Alas The body of Cedric Diggory had mo life threating injuries when the Healers gave the report to the Diggorys and the DLME the Diggory’s have premited us to print this because they want to know how their son was murrderd.
Harry Potter has answers to all of this he tried to tell the minister who ignored him and called him crazy but with the death and all the disappearances along with Death-Eaters escaping Azkaban dose it not have the same feel as the war in the 70’s and 80’s dose in not signal a Dark Lord is on the rise or Re-rise I for one believe so.
Several students scoffed and tossed the paper and several others gulped and looked alarmed but a lot had a grim look of determination on their face…… Harry hand co marched to DADA for a special lesson when they arrived Professor Dumbledore was standing at the head of the class. “ I have several thing I am going to show you I am not going to Molly Cuddle you or go easy sooner or later this war will come out of the shadows and into the light and when it dose Voldemort will target you specificity to frighten your parents into helping him or for just pleasure of the kill. So now I am going to show you a forgotten shield charm that lashed out at any attacker now no shield know has ever stopped an unforgivable curse if one is ever fired at you it is best to duck or doge never try to shield you with get hit that way now the fortis ague shiel….
The following lesson was one of the best in living memory of the class “Albus really know his stuff” said a elated Ron “and that draining shield he showed us was just a work hove genius” crowed Hermione his ladies conversed amongst themselves while Harry, Ron,and Neville took up their own speech about the lesson and those fire hex’s he showed us to ward off Inferi just Brilliant… Theodore Nott was seething Potter got away with “accendently” killing his father and he was going to make the nascence pay with blood. Nott leaped from around the corner and yelled out AVADA KEDAVERA the green spell fired point blank into Harry’s chest and threw him back into his ladies Neville and Ron quickly subdued the laughing teen and started kicking him while he was down.
Stop yelled a severally angry Snape a hundred points from.. then he saw Harry Potter rising from the floor with a bleeding lighting bolt scar on his chest wave after wave of pure magic poored off him all his witched instantly felt a link form between themselves and their lover until and explosion happened Nott disintegrated Snape felt the Dark Mark melt off his arm through-out the school any Death-Eater student who willingly took the mark turned to dust and the others fell to the ground screaming in pain as the link to their master was severed all thinking what ever deity they believed in that they were free.
Hundred’s of miles away Voldemort the self styled Dark Lord was writhing in pain was he felt his links to his servants at the old fools school was striped away.. His followers were experiencing the pain to. Several spies in the Auror office were captured as they twitched on the floor. Lord Delacour watched a a co-worked and friend cried out and the mark on his arm melt away all over the world several hundred Death-Eaters were released our captured all because of one foolish boy’s idiocy.
Harry awoke naked in a strange place he wished for a simple robe to cover himself and one appeared. Harry heard and mangled sound and looked under a bench that had materialized and saw a flayed looking boy with red eyes crying Harry called a voice tentatively “Harry you cant help him”. Harry turned and saw hi mother standing behind him MUM he gave a strangled cry launching himself at her and enveloping himself in a bone shattering hug Oh my sweet boy I have missed you. Your father and I are so proud we have always watched you my son we shared every pain and heart ace you heve been through and all the good times as well. Though your father is a little miffed that you dont pull pranks
Harry turned to the flayed looking boy thing.” Is that Tom”? He asked,” yes it is Harry and it is about time you send the rest of him here to be judged”. “Harry you Have to return to the land of the living your place is with the family you have now”. Harry nodded and said “I will make you proud mom”. “You already have said a crying Lily by my son she said and she hugged him one last time and gently kissed his lips transferring all her knowledge and memories to him along with several other things she had took form James and the Soul shard of the disgusting creature called Tom.
Time seemed to fly to Harry Nott was shipped of to the Ministry Harry was examined by Poppy and after a clean bill of health was thoroughly Shagged out by all of his witches February 13th dawn and Harry untangled himself from all 19 of the witches that were in the end of the line contract he smiled showered and started sorting through the memories his mother had given him it was heart breaking work to see his mother’s life how Petunia had betrayed her how Potter dogged her begging to go out with her Snapes betrayal and finally falling for his father their marriage and Harry’s birth and the miscarriage a month before Halloween of 81 and finally the ruins and charms she had used to keep him safe from the killing curse that just reinforced the Potter family magic.
Harry cam out of his meditative state with Narcissa’s head bobbing up and down his cock Harry smiled you sure love giving bj cissa Harry groaned the young witch smiled and picked up the pace until she forced the remainder of his cock down her throat Harry gave into her ministrations and came with a grown down her throat. The witch impaled herself on his cock and road him like he would not live to see tomorrow. Harry picked up the pace wanting to bring the petite blonde off before her vice like cunt took him over board Harry showered again with Tonks, Mione and Kim shagging all three before dressing and port-keying to Gringotts. Their Harry got more bank drafts and sold several Basilisk fangs he got a update on his muggles stocks and found that several had split so Harry invested in more aiming for Sony,Yahoo, and a few ventures in the oil business. Harry steeped into Ragnuk’s office and found that his sword was ahead of schedule and would be complete in less that a month the teen nodded thanked to goblin.
Whizengamont Session
I call to order this 16400 th meeting of the Wizengamont to order Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge presiding Ok Lords and Lady’s our itinerary for the day will be trials of Theodore Nott for attempted murder of Lord Potter head of the ancient and noble house of Potter and the trial’s of Jeffrey Bates, Morgan Daliy ,Shelly Cornfoot, Carlie Norton, Scipio Goyal,and Penelope Clearwater. Harry and his Lady’s eyed each other. Then we will move on to bills proposed at last session the new bills for the next session held on May 21st the on to budgit cuts and taxes for the coming year….. After the trials of petty criminals mostly ones just stilling to survive It was Penelope’s turn. “Ms. Clearwater you hear to face charges for conspiracy to overthrow the rightful government and Slander how do you plead” Not Guilty said the witch not looking up. Ms. Clearwater please look at us when we question you. The witch looked up and the members of the court gasped at her face. It was swollen and a multitude of black, Blue and green one eye was swelled shut and her lips were bleeding.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS AURORS WHY IS SHE IN THIS SHAPE” yelled a seriously angry Madame Bones “I DEMAND TO KNOW WHO DID IT NOW” . Two aurors stood up and said we did it questioning her under the Ministers orders. The very angry head of the DMLE had both men arrested and transported to the holding cells she gave a scathing look to the minister and said “I DEMAND TO KNOW WHY ONE OF MY PRISIONERS WAS BEAT LIKE THAT”? Fudge twirled his bowler hat in his hands and said we are running low an Vertiserum as you well know and we needed to know the truth to were the offices of the Phoenix Chronicles are she she is a reporter writing for an unlisioned paper so we took drastic measures to find out. Well spill it what did you find out? Well the property is hidden by the fadelious charm and that she was given her assignment by house elf. So in other words you beat her to within a inch of her life and you have nothing.
“It dose not matter what you have” yelled Tonks “lets get on with the trial”. Of course sai dthe minister. Harry watched seething in rage at what the imbecile minister had pulled Harry watched as a mock trail was played out with clearly fabricated evidence the young hero stood and said enough eather produce some legitimate proof other than the BS you just tried to feed us or let us vote. In the end Penelope was cleared in no small part thanks to Harry, Sirius and Co the aspiring reporter was sent off to Saint Mungos then the the Chronicles office to wright a smear campaign against fudge and his illk
After more tiring Bs Malfoys last bill was shoot down had Harry’s barely passed thanks to the newly reinstated Greengrass family the tried teen returned to Hogwarts and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow
Voldemort snuck by the sleeping unspeakable to row 97 he found his quarry right at the end as his former spy once told him the grabbed the prophesy sphere and quickly retreated unknowingly tripling several alarms just as he entered the atrium several aurors and Fudge in his nightwere spotted him he’s back whispered Fudge before a exploding hex took off his head the dark lord dissapperated.
Tom smiled of course he was sighted but he had the prophesy and it was all worth it he gathered his remaining and new followers and broke the orb to finally hear the words he had been wondering about for over thirteen years “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him born as the seventh month dies”… “AND GOT YOU TOMMY BOY YOU FINALY THOUGHT YOU GOT IT DIDNT YOU WELL GUESS AGAIN OH AND COJUR A MIRROR”. AHHGGHHAAAAA! His face resembled a muggle clown Tom tried to vanish the suit but was unable PPPPPPOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTEERRRRR!!!!! Voldemort then started sending killing curse’s into the massed throng of his followers At Hogwarts Harry woke up laughing

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Don’t Tell Mommy | Part Two

Part Two – Pushing Boundaries
Evening of June 21st, 2011 – Earlier today was the first time I felt sexually aroused while overhearing my daughter masturbate.
This story begins before today as I will soon discuss, but first I’ll finish the summer solstice story; when it all began for me. I think you will agree, the evening and night were even better than my lunch voyeur experience.

Master PC – Kyle’s Adventure pt1

Hey All, this is my first attempt at writing a story in a sexual/erotic nature. Please shoot me your feedback! I have quite a few more chapters I’m working on now and would love some constructive feedback of this and my future works.
Guessing I need to add this… if your under the age of 18, please stop reading now. All characters in this story are 18 years or older.

Magical Hearts chapter 9

In our last chapter the rescue of Lady Carissa, seem to generate more questions than answers. Why would she not want to go home? Why was her father not searching for her? Why had her father not asked the King for help in finding her? I wanted answers to those questions before I would force Carissa to return home and face her father.
Magical hearts chapter 9.
A Lady misplaced:
As the sunset, I carried my wife back to our bedchambers, on the way we passed Rebecca. Rebecca ran to catch up, but seeing how upset Isabel was, she remains silent. Rebecca opens the bedroom door for us and turn down the bed. With a wave of my hand, I undressed Isabel before sliding her under the covers. Rebecca’s eyes widened for only a second, before she retreated. Now alone, I undressed the same as I had for my wife, I slip beside her. I hold my wife as she cries herself to sleep.
It is a long night, and I am tempted to erase Isabel’s memory of the previous night. I could not tell you why I did not, but each time I started to do the spell to make Isabel forget I could not. I lay there and cuddle to her, wanting to remove her pain but could not.
When Isabel finally woke, it was long before dawn I still had not slept. As always, when Isabel and I cuddle together a soft glow surrounded us. Isabel turns to look in my face. She asks, “You wanted to erase my memory of last night, but you could not. Why?”
I say, “I have been asking myself the same question. Each time I start to spell to remove the memory from you, I cannot.”
The room brightens, and sitting on the foot of our bed is the Goddess. Looking at the two of us she says, “I am sorry to burden you with such memories, but they are necessary. Those who have raided your lands have offended me greatly, and through you, I will punish them. I was the one who brought you back in time so that you could destroy those who would destroy my children. The memories of what could have been gave you the strength to destroy them. It is not done yet, when it is I will release those memories and burden you no longer.”
As suddenly as she came, she was gone. I hold Isabel, and she looks into my face before she says, “I have never hated anyone before. Not even the evil Duke who lived here. Those Raiders filled me with such anger, it frightens me.”
I tell Isabel, “Before we attacked the ships, I reached out to find if any innocence were aboard the ships. You know well what I found. Only evil, the men aboard had no love or kindness in their hearts. They wanted only to cause harm, it was only right that we prevented them. Do this for the love of our people, not hatred. Having anger is not the same as hatred.”
Isabel finally whispers, “You need your sleep my husband. I feel they will be much for us to do today.”
I relax holding Isabel. I finally let the stress of the day go. Falling to sleep as she too goes back to sleep. My dreams filled with beautiful and peaceful faces, the women we rescued no longer scream in horror. Many sleep soundly in the homes of their fathers or in the arms of husbands, with their family alive and well around them.
In the morning, Isabel looks at peace, looking at me she says, “I dreamed of the women we saved. That makes it a lot easier, knowing what good we done. I would never want to take another life, but I will not allow this evil to take the lives, and destroy the happiness of others.”
I kiss my wife, the door opens and Rebecca runs in. Giggling she runs and jumps on the bed. Excitedly she says, “You to hurry up and get dressed there is things to do. Your son is with Mom, and he wants his Mommy. Hurry up.” Rebecca jumps off the bed runs out the door shutting it behind her.
We wash and dress quickly, down off the great Hall is the dining area. Unlike in New Cowan, breakfast is a shared event here. Many members of house Morgan, along with father, Jeremiah and Mom, and our son Patrick are already in the dining room. Little Patrick is in his grandfather Jeremiah’s lap, it looks odd to see the King without my son, but Dad knows how much Jeremiah loves his first grandson. The two tried to share the boys affections, and Isabel and I encourage Little Patrick to do that.
For Dad’s part, he tried to spend as much time here as he could, allowing us to spend time with Isabel’s family too. We spent so much time here, that we had designated rooms. Christina and Rebecca had the rooms closest to us, and father was closest to Jeremiah and Mom’s room.
The guest quarters were in a wing by themselves, and Lady Carissa is just making her way from her bedroom. She looks much more rested, and wears an elegant dress. Very different from yesterday, she now carries yourself with the bearing of a Lady.
She goes to her knee in front of the King, and gives bow to Jeremiah and Mom. Dad pulls her back up into a hug and says, “This is an informal gathering we are all friends here. We do not stand on formality Carissa, I am sure there will be times when we do but not now. After all, you are part of my family. Your father was not only a friend, but also my cousin.”
Carissa hugs my father back, unsure what else to do. Dad gives her a kiss on the forehead and sets her down beside him. Isabel and I moved to set down beside Carissa. Before we can take our seats Carissa again comes to her feet, the remembering what my father said she simply step forward and gives Isabel a hug first then me.
Carissa says, “I am sorry I did not think you properly, I was so confused about what occurred. I now understand I not only owe you my life, but you saved me from a month of torture.”
Dad chuckles and says, “Apparently, it was a lot more than just you. The Raiders had orders for a hundred and twenty slaves. When they take a slave, they will kill everyone of no use to them. A family of five may have only two survivors if that. By destroying the two ships, they may have saved as many as a thousand lives. I am very grateful you were one of them.”
Isabel and I are a little shocked at my father’s words we had not thought it so great. However, our dream showed us last night the truth in our King’s words.
Jeremiah and Mom laugh at our expressions, Lady Carissa smiles warmly and says, “They will always be my heroes. Now I know you are heroes to many others that will never know of your heroism, like me you change their path for the better.”
Dad toasts, “To the Prince and Princess Heroes both recognized and hidden.”
Isabel and I lean in and kiss, the glow that reaches out heals the rope burns on Carissa’s wrists. Carissa’s eyes widened as the marks fade leaving only healthy skin. Rebecca giggles and says, “I never have to worry about a skinned knee with those two around.” The room breaks out into laughter, causing Isabel and I to break our kiss.
Ben chuckles and says, “You should see the crowds that come to the temple of Aphrodite every Wednesday when those two are in town. The priestess gives her sermon, and thanks to the goddess as those two kiss, and the crowd shuffles past being healed as they do.”
Ruth asks, “Are you two even aware of how many people you have touched, how many lives have been changed by you two.”
Isabel says, “It is the goddess’s love that changes their lives, not us. We are only the instruments for it to shine through and bless those deserving.”
Samuel chuckles, “I do not care if it is you or the goddess. I just know. People are much better off now, our King’s home, with his son. The Prince and Princess can destroy many of our enemies with little help. I am just glad I can be helped to them.” Our guards nod their head yes, and I can see that they would gladly give up their lives in defense of us. Maybe because they know, we would do the same for them.
Father with pride in his voice says, “You should saw the two ships they destroyed. I seen catapults do less damage to ships, than these two did in seconds. The prisoners fear you more than death itself. They tell of how you flew past, and destroyed them in only two passes. How your lightning bolts nearly ripped the ship from bow to stern, then two fireballs killed nearly every raider aboard.”
One of father’s Knights says, “If we had these two during the Orc war, I doubt it would have lasted more than a week, if they were the spear point to our Army.”
My father looks at him and chuckles, “If the gods have been so kind to send them back to us, perhaps we could have met them at the borders and saved many lives. We probably could turned the Army of orcs away from our land, and away from the lands of the allies.”
Jeremiah points out, “Isabel was not born then. She had not drawn her first breath until three years after those battles.”
The King looks at Jeremiah and says, “Perhaps, that is why the Gods saw fit not to give us their aid, because their help did not exist yet.”
Justin says, “It is too great of a think to change. Not so much time has passed, from when the ships would have made landfall to today, and see how many lives have changed. How much more would have changed, if Isabel and Julius prevented the invasion of orcs. Not just a thousand, but hundreds of thousands of lives, too great of a change even to imagine.”
Mom says, “One of those changes would have been us not losing my sister.”
Justin says, “If I could I would change it all, but because I did not have your sister I was in the market the day Julius came up for sale. Apparently, the Raiders had tried to sell him in their homeland, and could not because he was too young. They brought him here and no one recognized who he was, when I saw him my heart went out to him. He looks so afraid, so hopeful that someone would take him away from those who killed the man and woman acting as his parents. I brought forth the images from his mind, showing the entire crowd the evil the slavers had done to him. They freed him, and all the other slaves. The people here insisted that this Duchy never allow slavery again, that was under the Duke you placed here sire. Later he was replaced by one appointed by Duke Egger.”
Father says, “That was one of the rare times I was in the kingdom. When several slavers came to me to get the Dukes law over turned, I heard the story. I searched out other slaves, after freeing one she too told me of how she and others were treated. That is when I decided to make it a kingdom wide law, to abolish slavery. Son I had no idea it was because of you.”
Justin says, “Perhaps his suffering was not for nothing. It ended the suffering of many. As Julius grew into a man, he saw himself the same as any other. He respects one’s deeds more than royalty or wealth. He would help any in need be they peasant or King. He would not claim the title of hero but he acts as one.”
The Knight who my father claims his friend says, “More his father son than any would suspect. I swear I saw you drop more gold sire than you ever collected. If I did not know better, I would say you were clumsy and careless, but you mastered that act. I think you could roll a gold piece around two corners if you wished.”
This is the first time I actually saw my father blush, and his Knights chuckle and nod their head yes. My father finally chuckles along then says, “And I thought I really mastered the art of secret charity.”
The Knight speaks again, “It is our job to watch, no one else knows how truly generous you are.”
My father chuckles and says, “You praise me for a few gold coins, and my son and daughter sets at the temple for hours as the sick and injured pass by. They ask nothing of them, and they will not even allow the priestess to demand tribute, or even announce them as the Prince and Princess.”
George smiles and says, “The first time I saw them heal it was Craig the Smith. Learning that they had the blessing of the goddess, he begged him to come to his house because his son little Patrick had been injured. His arm was broken so badly the physician so no other treatment than to remove it. Prince Julius set the bone, and then he and Isabel healed the boys arm. I do not think they were going to take credit preferring to give it to the goddess.”
Ben says, “It was George that name them, when Craig ask who they were. It is because of that the entire city knows who sets behind the screen in the temple.”
Lady Carissa says, “Their fame has spread far past the city, even unto Edmonton all know the Prince and Princess are blessed by the goddess. My father has considered requesting that you visit, so you can do for the citizens of his dukedom what you have done for the capital.”
Isabel and I look at each other and a smile crosses our face as returned back to Carissa. Isabel says, “That would be a far better reason to visit than any other I know. We could easily make the journey on the carpet. It would be but a few hours, then to stay overnight visiting the Temple, and then return to New Cowan.”
The look on Carissa’s face gives me no doubt she does not wish to return to her father. I am not the only one who sees it, Dad asks, “Carissa could I get you to accompany me back to New Cowan. Perhaps sometime in the Capital before you return to your father. I would love to get to know the daughter of my old friend. There is many things there to I would love to show you. Did you know that you are the namesake of Julius’ mother?”
Carissa’s eyes widened for only a moment, apparently, she did not know who her namesake was. Once over her shock Carissa smiles brightly and says, “I would love to accompany you sire. I understand the Palace of Cowan is quite beautiful.”
Father smiles and says, “It settled then, Julius and Isabel can travel on South checking for more Raiders, hopefully none, when they reach Edmonton they can stay for the night, the priestess of Aphrodite can easily arrange accommodations for them and their guards for tonight. The priestesses arrange for the healing services tomorrow. Additional service another time to return in possibly a month, perhaps at that time you may wish to return with them Carissa.”
Carissa asks, “If I find I love it in New Cowan, may I stay?”
Dad senses there is something wrong, why would she not wish to return to her family? Perhaps in time she would feel comfortable enough to share her reasoning. Dad says, “You are family young lady, although a bit distant but I feel that is my fault. Therefore certainly you may stay.”
Carissa visibly relaxes having my father’s assurance that she need not return to Edmonton. However, that only deepens my suspicions of what is occurring in that city. Father must feel it too, because he suggested we stay at the temple, not at Edmonton keep. We probably can get away with it because we are going there for the temple. Father also knows the temples have a way to communicate with each other outside of any normal fashion. A visit to the temple here and we can have word sent before we reach Edmonton, if we delay a day, word could be sent back from Edmonton. Perhaps that may be best.
Our little Patrick seems to like Carissa, although he is having trouble with her name. He calls her Cary, which causes her to giggle. Isabel and Carissa take the youngster off to play with him for a while.
I wish to speak to my father, and Jeremiah, we need to go to the map room I know there is more than one island like the one here off the coast. If Raiders have been using this island, there possibly use another further south. Even if they are not active, we could identify the ones they use, and arrange for better fortifications to deny the Raiders their use.
I know a little of the trade winds, and their best at this latitude, that is why they made landfall on the island, and leave from it later. However, further south there are others the Raiders still can use. Rebuff their use of this one would only cause them to use one not as favorable further south.
Second thing we need to find out, is it just that one Dukedom of Izmira, or the entire country. That is a job for our diplomats. Visit their King and discuss with him the problems we have occurring with Raiders. Then inform him where the Raiders originate. I am not sure if their kingdom has done away with slavery, possibly they have. Of any accord, I hope they would mind their ships not welcome in our ports or shores, turned away without resupplying. That will close trade with his kingdom, cutting them off from the source of star silver.
Perhaps that will be enough to stop the Raiders for a few seasons. However, the life of a slave a short few last more than a decade. Therefore, there is always a demand for new slaves. Babes and toddlers seen as useless; therefore, slaves are not allowed to reproduce. The societies that uses slaves get there from Raiders most often. Even if the King decrees our territories are off-limits, eventually we will still see Raiders on our coast. If not from Izmira then elsewhere, many of the Raiders have no true homeport or country they simply contract out to whoever needs slaves.
The Raiders without homeport could be the worst to deal with. They serve no King, accepting no King’s rule they would come to any kingdom, which allow them to buy, sale, or is easy enough in the capture of slaves. The only good part, they also are under no King’s protection, no threat of war for destroying them.
In the map room we looked at the maps closely, it is remarkable how poor our maps truly are, several show islands were others shown none. Many are misplaced, showing the same island with the same name only hundreds of miles apart from each map. Father shakes his head and says, “I am ordering a new set of maps made. We will use one of the carpets, along with a mapmaker perhaps we can come up with something a little less confusing.”
I finally say, “I wish I had the luxury to wait until they were complete. I will have to check out each area that even indicates the presents of an island, even those we believe is false. I will make notations on each I find, perhaps that will help the mapmaker complete their work quicker.”
I start going to the maps again, some do not have longitudinal and latitude lines they predate the use of those. It was a new discovery compared to most of these maps. Using one from our coastline, I give a best estimate on where each of the suspected islands could be located. Most are located between twenty-five and fifty miles off are coast. Therefore, if we fly in a pattern down a coastline we should locate most of these islands. With the view the carpet gives us, we should be able to spot most at a great distance.
We can easily see the island from above the city, were going to take a short trip today and check out some of the suspected islands, fishermen from the docks have confirmed that one located to the South West, of course the one due West of the city. Considering they sail these waters but not to a great distance from the city, I am sure will find another island to the Southwest.
Flying west out to sea, just keeping the coastline insight, only a few minutes before the island comes into view. We change the course of the carpet now flying directly towards the island. High above, we can tell that this island is not suitable for the Raiders. Its coastline is rocky and provides no safe harbor. Is rather small probably less than an acre in size, due south of this island we can see another island possibly larger difficult to tell from this distance. Readjust our course heading due south now. We make note of both.
We find it large enough, possibly one hundred acres or more in size, a safe harbor on the south side of the island show signs of the Raiders not of this season but possibly as many as four years ago. A hill overlooks the harbor. It would be a great place for a tower, both on the west side of the island and denying the use of the harbor. With a protected harbor here, this would be a great place for a fishing village, enough arable land for a few small farms.
The island has three other hills, only one higher. The northern coastline is unsuitable for landing a ship and the West coastline only a little better, most captains would avoid both. The Eastside of the island has wide Sandy beaches, but a reef offshore would make landing anything other than a small boat nearly impossible. Perhaps this would be a good place to harbor a few ships to intercept any Raiders attempting our shores. The two hills on the west side of the island would provide excellent ground for our troops, given them the advantage of height over any landing party. The beaches there walled off by steep bluffs, with only a few passageways inland would give the advantage to our troops.
Half the day we spent plotting location of small islands, only a few are large enough, and even fewer show signs that Raiders have ever landed there. Return to Camarillo with our notes, we flown back and forth from the coast several times to get an idea of exactly where the islands are in comparison. Father reads my notes smiles and says, “Perhaps, you should be the mapmaker. I know little of navigation, and I could find all the five larger islands you wrote about.”
I smile appreciating my father’s complement. I say, “If that is what my king desires. I am sure it would not take Isabel and me but a few months, certainly not more than a year.”
My father laughs, “No, I have better use of you. I would not see you away that long my son. Besides that, your son is a better artist than you.”
I chuckle at my father’s joke, along with everyone else in the room. I say, “That is true. I would probably go through all the parchment in the kingdom just to draw the outline of a single island.”
Isabel hugs me and says, “No one can be perfect in everything. Even your father’s son, but what you can do you do very well.”
Soon we have our dinner, conversation is light and we distract ourselves from the events of the previous days. After dinner Isabel and I again wonder to the tower, this time we join father along with Jeremiah and Mom. Rebecca and Chris brings Carissa just before sunset. We all watch in silence as the setting sun paints the sky, and great shadows cast after the sun has set.
Rebecca, Chris, Isabel and I walk Carissa back to her rooms. The five of us set and talk, for nearly an hour before Rebecca and Chris begin to fall asleep. We take our leave of the Lady Carissa, tomorrow she will be traveling with father to New Cowan. We will spend another two days checking the coast before we visit the temple in Edmonton.
The high priestess had sent word, and a message returned just before dinner. The temple suggested that we allow them time to spread the word of the healing services. That would allow time for the outlying communities to send their sick and injured. Carissa did not seem upset by this perhaps that is a good sign.
The next day we start by just flying over the larger islands, we still check for Raiders although very seldom they send more than one ship during the year. The two ships this year was probably because we had captured the one the two years before. We find no other sign, and spot nothing out of the ordinary. We left shortly after breakfast; we have a lunch packed, after we have crossed the most southerly island we have found so far. We continue on South a large gap is in the chain of coastal islands, both by our maps and what the fisherman from several villages have described.
An hour passes before we come onto the next island. Little more than just rocks breaking the surface, but we can see others to the south. After another fifteen minutes, we spot a huge island. As we approach, I can see that we are on the eastern edge, the western edge disappears over the horizon, as we crossed the most northerly part of the island. We can see a little line of blue on a southern edge along with another island easily as wide. Judging from the distance, we can see from this height, I would believe it to be nearly twenty to twenty-five miles from northern edge to the channel. Probably more like 30 miles east to west, possibly slightly more. Flying to the western edge, my estimation is nearly correct I had under estimated it by a few miles.
This island has several high hills, and a wide Valley are part of the terrain. A clear stream runs the length of the valley and flows into a bay on the southeast coast. As we fly over the island Isabel asks, “Was this on the maps?”
I remember the maps, this part of our coastline curves into the east one of our larger rivers empty into wetlands along the coast. Even the coast road moves inland quite a distance. Because we flew south, we could be more than an hour away from the coast here. I shake my head and say, “I do not think so.”
The next major landfall is much further to the west, a whole continent easily double the size of the continent that contains Cowan and the land of the elves and dwarves. There is a narrow sea to the south of it, and yet another large continent in the southern hemisphere further to the west.
Flying over the land now, I slow the carpet. We see ruins of buildings, mostly stone fireplaces whatever was here has been gone a very long time. Head towards the bay, we see the remains of a large settlement, on both north and south of the channel. Stone walls with trees growing right up next to them. The outer walls of a collapsed building, with a tree growing in the center give the impression whatever happened here was well over a century ago judging from the size of the tree.
A wide channel divides this island from the next that is easily as large. Remains of a huge stone bridge is evident; a smaller ship could easily pass under the arch. Other than that, there is not a single home, farm or anything else on this island. The two islands together would be the size of a small duchy. However, when you add the fisheries off its coast a large population could have lived here.
We circle both islands a couple times, we spot nothing larger than a rabbit and we had a fly extremely low to find that. The southern island is actually larger; hills create two wide valleys both with clear streams that join before running into a bay. We fly due east from the channel to our shoreline, there is a small fishing village three and a half hours from that island. That would most likely equal to a four-day walk with only water between.
Talking to the local sailors, they have no idea that it is out there, none fish out at sea that far. We speak with the village elders at a small inn in the village. None ever remembers hearing any stories about a large island due west. The local sailors say there is no islands close to the coast here. From what we saw, that seems to be true. We ask if they saw any sign of Raiders. With a smile, the oldest says, “Not this year. I hope never again. The sea take them.”
Perhaps someone in Edmonton where more long-distance shipping occurs, possibly sailors or navigators who travel more than the coastal waterways would know.
We continue down the coast, and it curves to the east before turning south again, Edmonton sets upon a wide isthmus that jets to the west and spreads out. A large bay on northeast side of the city provides a protective harbor. A clear stream runs into the city from a valley that starts midway on the isthmus. Aqueducts provide clean water for most of the city. The stream quickly becomes a filthy sewer that empties into the bay.
The west side of the city is obviously the wealthier section. The keep on the far west side is a prominent feature; it overlooks the sea and the city alike. Not far from the keep is the temple of Aphrodite, slightly east by a few streets is the central bazaar. There is a marked difference between the areas west of the bazaar and further east. The homes near the bay, although well-kept are rather small, obviously those of sailors and laborers.
The city nearly covers the entire end of the peninsula, the high city walls end at the dunes that run along the beaches. The southern edge of the peninsula is marked by high cliff that drops directly into the sea, a tower set back from the edge of the cliff. A large magical fire burns atop; a wizard nearly two hundred years ago built that tower. The legend has it, she loved a sailor and she built the lighthouse to ensure his safe return. The fires has burn steadily all that time. He was lost at sea and she had enchanted it to burn until her love returned.
Tower’s name was eventually change to, the tower of eternal love. A small shrine to Aphrodite is located near it. A place traditionally where many couples come for their honeymoon. They give offerings at the shrine and pray their love last as long as the flame. Magic seldom last longer than the wizard’s life, for this flame to burn this long it had to be with the blessing of Aphrodite.
Isabel and I decide to give an offering at the shrine. We both know our love will last as long as our lives, it is not for the wish for a long love, or long life we simply want to give thanks. Isabel and I had dressed not in our Royal garments, but like we would have if our lives had not changed. I dressed as a wizard, and Isabel was dressed as a journeyman wizard.
The shrine have several couples there giving their offerings, Isabel and I actually recognized a few of the young women from our dream. We share a smile and realize why the goddess had wanted them saved so badly. Love nurtures Aphrodite, much as a plant nurtured by sunshine. We too can actually feel the love radiating from these couples.
Isabel and I step forward in place are offering on the shrine, as tradition dictates we share a long kiss. Isabel and I are accustomed to hearing gasps caused by the glow that surrounds us; it is slightly unusual not to hear them. As Isabel and I break our kiss, the couples there still linger in their kiss. It is our turn to be shocked. They each glow as we do. As we return to our companions Samuel jokes, “You two are contagious. I think even Ben and Ruth are catching the love bug.” They blush but to not release each other’s hands.
We walked the rest of the way into the city. Ben and Ruth still hand-in-hand lead the way. We follow behind, and a rest of our companions walk together. Reaching the gate, two guards stand outside checking people as they enter. Samuel and Martin carry our chest. We have created a special compartment within it to hold the carpet when not in use. Our guards still wears their weapons and light armor. Only our companions’ behavior marked them anything other than our outward appearance.
The two guards realize we are not who are what we look like on the surface. They stop Ben, who glares at them, of course they do not recognize who we are, is the first time we been in the city. I placed my hand on Ben’s shoulder and step around him to face the guard. I ask, “Is there a problem guardsman?”
The guard looks at my group and ask, “Who are you, and what is your business in the city?”
I smiled at Isabel and say, “My wife and I have come to the temple of Aphrodite to give thanks. We travel with our friends, and need only lodging for the night before we leave tomorrow.”
The guard looks at me a little confused, my words were true but missing many details. The guard says, “In that case there is a small fee to enter the city, ten gold pieces for your group.”
I reach into my pouch, retrieve the ten gold pieces, and hand it to the guard before anyone in my group could object to me paying. We make our way through the gate. Short way inside Ben asks, “We are friends now?”
Chuckling I say, “You always have been. I have never seen a reason not to consider you as my friend.”
Ben smiles, Ruth gives him a nod and he asks, “As my friend would you stand for me at my wedding?”
I turn and shake his hand, as Isabel gives Ruth a hug. I say, “I would be pleased my friend.”
Samuel chuckles, “You only been waiting a week to ask. We all told you he would.”
As we walk to the marketplace I ask, “Have you picked out the date yet?”
Ruth walking with her arm interlaced with Ben says, “We would as soon as we can.”
Isabel giggles, “There is a perfectly good temple of Aphrodite here in the city.”
Ben and Ruth looked a little surprised before Ruth says, “I do not have a dress to wear.”
Isabel had been in the city before, pulls Ruth away and we move quickly to keep up, Isabel stops in front of a dress shop she says, “They make the best dresses here. As my gift to you, I wish to help with your wedding.”
The rest of us men, wait outside as the two disappear inside. Isabel pokes her head out and asks, “Ben is there not something you are supposed to get, a ring perhaps?”
The two big man wait outside, Ben, Bill, George and I go and look for a jeweler. Then nervously goes through the selection he has. He found a stone he likes, but mounted on a ring he does not. He keeps going through several. I know exactly how he feels, if I did not have the magic that allowed me to make Isabel’s ring I probably been doing the same.
He finally takes the one with the stone he likes and looks at me he asks, “Could you change the ring? Ruth likes emeralds; this is the closest they have.” He is right is actually a diamond cut the way most emeralds are cut, slightly lighter green in color than an emerald with no imperfections visible to the eye. I think he chose well for the stone. I shake my head yes with a smile.
The jeweler smiles, given us the price Ben’s eyes go wide. I look at the jeweler and say, “With a price like that you must think I am the Prince. I do not mine you making a profit. Nevertheless, do you have to make your year from me?” George and Bill chuckle despite themselves.
The jeweler lowers his press slightly I look at the ring closely before I nod. I reach into my coin pouch and withdraw a large diamond. It is one from the treasure, I recovered the day before Isabel and I were married. Now it is the jeweler’s turn for his eyes to go wide. I point to a couple more pieces, a necklace, earrings, and say, “Those plus the ring for this.”
The large stone easily is worth more than all three pieces combined. Jeweler shakes his head rather quickly knowing he has the better of the deal. George chuckles and asks, “Where did you get that?”
With smile I say, “Found it on the bottom of the ocean, went down with some ship a couple hundred years ago.”
The jeweler’s eyes widened as he looks at me suspiciously he asked, “What is your name?”
George always loves to watch the shock of others says, “He is Julius Cowan, High Prince to the kingdom.”
The jeweler goes to his knee, and I immediately say, “Rise, sorry for my little joke earlier. I trust the deal is still good.”
When the jeweler comes to his feet, his eyes looked pleading and I ask, “What is the problem? Is there any way that we may help?”
His reaction was not something I quite expected. He looked around almost fearful before waving us in to his shop, when we followed him in deeper he closed the outer door. Once he was certain of our privacy. He begins in almost a shaky voice, “Sire, please leave the city. If I am the only one to know, there is yet a chance you may escape.”
I ask, “What dangers there here? Why would I need to escape?”
In a quiet shaky voice the jeweler continues, “If I am found out, my life will be forfeit. However, I must tell you. The Duke here has lost his mind. He gave his daughter to the son of the traitor. His guards are all foreigners, from Izmira. He arrested all the priestesses from the Temple of Aphrodite today. The priestesses had spread word of your coming to provide a healing ceremony. If you go to the temple you will surely die.”
I reach into my pouch and find the mate to the diamond I gave him earlier. Handing it to him and close his hand around it. I say, “For the risk you took.” Looking at George I say, “It is a good thing we did not change before entering the city. If we leave quietly, we may send word that we were unable to come today.”
Turning back to the jeweler I say, “My good man, perhaps it would be a good time for a business trip. I happen to know the Princess is in the market to sell some raw diamonds. Of course that would mean a trip to New Cowan.”
The jeweler chuckles and says, “I will tell a few of my friends, with a stone such as this I am sure the guards will not pay much attention to our leaving.”
George says, “Keep your party fairly small, and meet us up the road in two days, at the inn in the village do north across the great Bay.”
I warn Isabel through our mental connection. (Be warned the Duke here seeks to arrest us. If you are recognized, we will need to leave immediately.)
Isabel communicates back mentally. (I know the dressmaker I should be safe enough.)
Mentally I ask Isabel. (Nothing is out of the ordinary then, the dressmaker has not sent someone away or is taking longer than normal?)
We take our leave of the jeweler, moving silently yet quickly through the crowd headed back to the dressmaker. Mentally Isabel answers after a pause. (She does seem to be working much slower than she has in the past.)
I communicate back. (Make some excuse for the two of you leaving. Give Ruth a hand signal for evasion. She will know what it means. We are on our way.)
Around the corner after leaving the market and nearly run straight into a large patrol of guards, we fade into the shadows. They head towards the market, possibly the dressmaker was the source of their information. However, I still worry for the jeweler who gave us warning. Once they pass, we continue to the dressmaker with all haste. I give Isabel a mental warning. (We just passed a large patrol heading towards the market. Are you out?)
Isabel mentally replies. (We are clear the dressmaker’s shop. Ruth punched her knocking her out cold when she attempted to restrain us leaving. We have Samuel and Martin. Should we had to the market?)
I ask mentally. (Do you know of a quiet place nearby?)
Isabel’s mind flashes on a small cul-de-sac with fountain at its center. It is in a middle-class neighborhood, where two the houses stood are empty lots. One house empty, and in disrepair, two more of the houses on the street are empty too. Isabel’s mind shares with me her knowledge of the city, and I turned us down an alley. I can feel Isabel smile, as she too slips away from the main streets.
It takes us half an hour, and George asks, “Do you know where you are going?”
I smile and say, “Isabel knows, clan Morgan would winner here. She played on these streets as a child.” Then we make the last turn into the cul-de-sac. The four are looking at the abandoned house as if considering buying the property. Isabel does not even need to glance over her shoulder to know I approach. The light is beginning to fade, once it becomes fully dark, we will open the carpet and make our escape.
I step into the yard, reaching out first to see if anyone is nearby. Only three of the houses on this quiet street have older couples living there. None of them has seem to notice our presence. We walk into the yard of the abandoned house, moving around to its rear. A narrow gate opens onto a leave-covered patio; a dead lemon tree is to the right. After the gate closed, I whisper a spell that removes all traces of our path here.
Simon and Martin set down the box. Simon opens the lid removes and unfurls the carpet in one motion. The carpet actually never touched the ground, and only its unfurling blows a few leaves away. Ruth still holds the partially finished dress, as she and Ben move together. We all climb upon the carpet to wait silently until darkness for our departure.
Once the sun is fully set, we still wait another hour until the clouds above the city have darkened. We move straight up for a time until the city is small beneath us. Then we set a course for New Cowan, and my father.
We will return in two days, I have a plan already forming in my mind. We will need some information from Carissa; I would know if her father were a hostage or conspirator, I fear the letter. The carpet seems to fill our haste, even the star seem to shift we are moving so quickly. Before the moon is full on its rise, we have made half the distance, at this pace before midnight we should reach New Cowan.
On our way is the house of master wizard Justin. Isabel and I both wish to have his counsel. The carpet descends into his yard. We knock at his door, seen Isabel he throws his door wide again, I had our companions enter following Isabel. We quickly explain what we have discovered about Edmonton, the warning from the jeweler, guard patrols, and how the dressmaker attempted to hold Isabel.
Justin orders, “We must bring this word to the King.” We again climb aboard the carpet, this time with the master wizard Justin on board. We fly directly onto New Cowan with amazing speed. Even our short delay has not placed us at too late of an hour for our arrival. Landing in the courtyard, I send my companions off to their beds. I will have a word with my father at dawn. It is too late to do anything else tonight other than to destroy what good sleep he may get. I do have two guards placed outside of the Lady Carissa’s rooms.
I take a subdued Isabel to our rooms, we quietly looking on our son who sleeps peacefully, before we moved to our own bedchambers. I snuggle close to my wife, but we both cannot sleep. I finally tell her, “It will take two days to prepare. At night we will come into the keep, and either paralyze or put to sleep every guard, noble and servant. We will bind all the guards and gag them. If it works, there should be very little if any bloodshed. After we clear an area large enough, we can call father to bring his troops to secure the Castle. His troops can take all of the captured guards and ensure they do not escape to warn anyone else. We will continue moving through and subdue all with little or no violence.”
I pray the jeweler makes his escape, and he may be the best source of information. We need to know how many of Izmira’s troops are within the city. He and his companions may know that. It is his warning that allowed our escape. I am sure they still search the city for us.
Isabel giggles, “If they tried to scribe for you, they will never locate you. The Goddess’s blessing still hides you. I know I could not find you that way.”
Isabel and I move closer together, kissing gently and more passion begins to flare between us. Isabel and I gently make love. Glowing with the power of love, we finally fall asleep. We both awake at the false dawn, wash and dress. Little Patrick runs into our room and jumps into his mother’s arms. Followed quickly by his nurse she asks, “My lady when did you arrive? We are not prepared for your return.”
Isabel smiles gently at the young woman and says, “It was very late last night, and I did not wish to disturb you or any other.”
Little Patrick hugs his mother around her neck. He gives her kisses before saying, “Mommy I missed you.”
Isabel gives him a kiss back and says, “I missed you too. I love you Patrick.” She gives him a few more kisses that causes him to giggle.
I chuckle and say, “Let us go find some breakfast, what I have to discuss with father I do not want to do it on an empty stomach.”
The cook was a little more than surprised to see us, but she managed to get us some breakfast rather quickly, after we finished at a table in the kitchen. Isabel and I took our dirty dishes to the sink, and a servant waved us away. I catch the tray meant for my father; the serving girl only rolls her eyes as she releases the tray. Isabel and I go to my father’s quarters, tray in hand.
Knocking on my father’s door, after hearing him call Isabel and I enter. In the room, I bring light into existence, which rather startles my father. He asks, “Why are you two back so soon?”
I say, “Eat your breakfast first. We have much to discuss afterwards.” I do not think my smile convinced him.
In a fatherly tone he says, “Do not hide things from me son. No matter how bad I would know.”
Setting at my father’s table, I pull Isabel into my lap before I say, “There is trouble in Edmonton.”

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Magical Hearts chapter 12

Magical hearts chapter 12
The summer passes into fall as we prepare the fortresses on the islands denying their use by any raider of our kingdom. By the end of summer and the beginning of fall, a tower is on all islands that has shown use by Raiders. Justin’s old teacher has shared with us the enchantment for his gates. Now we need only watchers to summon our forces. We have gathered a few more hundred men. We may need to attack more than one group at a time.
Because of Izmira’s past treachery we decided, a demonstration of power would be in order. We decide to make them nervous and wonder just how powerful we are. We are going to go to their kingdom and leave small present for the King. We copied all the documents incriminating his Duke, all the information we gleaned from our prisoners. We will show that we can reach his kingdom, even unto his own throne room, when he cannot reach ours. We will do this now that our defenses are ready.
Before the trees have fully turned in new Cowan, we would prepare a special house to use with one of the carpets. It is similar to our pantry. It has a doorway into the house, and the inside is much larger than the exterior, unlike the pantries there is no time alteration. We need the space to store water and food for the journey. We also wish to be comfortable during our long flight. Therefore, the house also should contain living quarters.
We know the ships from Izmira do not carry enough provisions for a return trip. So turning them away from our shores will mean their death. We decided to give them warning before the loss of their merchant ships, and the innocent lives of those sailed aboard them.
It would be easier to warn them away than to figure out if they were slavers or just evil man that just happen to be merchants. Father’s emissaries have gotten word back to him that many other kingdoms were having similar problems with the kingdom of Izmira. A few of those kingdoms even proposed an alliance to deal with Izmira permanently. They have suffered greater losses than we have.
Isabel and I created new communication mirrors. We had use the elfin enchantment on those mirrors. You could hold a conversation with all the mirrors created at the same time, or to any single mirror. We sent those new mirrors to our emissaries located in those kingdoms proposing an alliance. We would need to speak to those emissaries much quicker and more frequently.
Father use one of the courier carpets along with a navigator to begin transporting the mirrors. They carried a crate with provisions for the two men. The carpet responded differently for each person, if the person feared height and speed, the carpet would fly lower and slow. If the person loved, the feel of the speed the carpet could achieve the carpet would fly very fast. It took a while to find the right two people, two that would allow the carpet to use all its speed. Giving instructions to the two, we set them on their way.
Isabel and I set about the task of planning the house, to use upon the carpet. Once we arrived, we could create a gate like the ones we had for the island keeps. After long discussions with Justin and Selena, Jeremiah and father, we had an architect draw up the plans. Jeremiah suggested that we add some rooms similar to the crates, where time slowed once their door closed. By the time, we are finished there was going to be four floors. Storage rooms took the bottom level. It has common rooms on the second level, kitchen with pantry, dining, and audience chamber, along with a training area. The third and fourth floors where bedchambers, a library and a personal retreat that father insisted on having.
The architect brought back the plans, two days later. They are on four large roles of parchment. With a deep breath, he says after spreading out the four plans, “This castle will take years to construct. Walls must be six foot thick on the lowest level with vaulted ceilings for the storage rooms. To use a flat foundation it must be nearly eight foot thick or set upon solid stone.
What Isabel and I are looking at is the building will be even larger than the enchanted keep. The enchanted Keep was physically larger than the enchanted Castle although it had a huge amount of open space within the walls. Only a tenth of the rooms compared to the Castle. It has no towers, but numerous windows. With what we had planned for the house, this far out stretched what Isabel and I had envisioned. I think father had a different vision in mind. We could bring the Keep on the same carpet. If all went well this would be a less threatening display of power. This miniature Castle would take up no more room than a garden shed if not expanded to its original size. It would give a peaceful alternative to the images what the enchanted Keep would bring to mind.
Isabel and I grin at each other knowing we will spend another month on Fox or Hound Island. Perhaps this time we will invite sparrow along with his companions. They may enjoy a longer visit, and perhaps some time browsing the library before we miniaturize the castle.
Father has already suggested that I choose the books for the library. All bring all the ones on enchanting and magical spells we have duplicated, along with purchasing and duplicating several new ones that have just come up for sale. The estate of an old wizard is selling off his possessions, along with his library. Rumor has it he was doing some very interesting work.
I am wondering what Father’s true purpose is for the miniature Castle, or should I say purposes father seems do nothing without a host of reasons.
Due to the feverish nature of my first two years as crown prince we have not gotten to visit very few of the Dukes and their lands. Before this thing with Izmira had come to our attention, we were to visit several of the dukedoms.
Over the last two years, we had increased the number of enchanted crates. We can store grain now for well over one hundred years in the enchanted crates. Now we have enough grain for a full year of famine, where every dukedom fails to produce any grain at all. That should be a very unlikely circumstance considering the length and breadth of our kingdom is quite vast. No single storm would wipe out the grain production for a single dukedom let alone the entire kingdom.
During our long history they have been several periods were great winter storms lasted far into the spring leaving us too short of a growing season for all but the most Southern duchies. Orc invasions had led to famine as well. The orcs’ invasion route took them through the grain belt, the dukedoms south of Cowan River. It took decades to recover our grain production. We would need more grain if an event like that occurred again.
Father wished us to give an enchanted crate to each dukedom. The Dukes should choose to use it for the granary. My father had devised this as a test for his Dukes. Father had determined it was time for a housecleaning as he called it. He would remove any Duke not serving his people. Too many of the Dukes had become complacent in their duties and believed themselves privileged. Bethany and Camarillo had proven the point. Jeremiah’s dukedom have produced more taxes in his short tenure than many others have over the last decade. Either the Dukes were corrupt taking the majority of the King’s taxes or their people were struggling with poor leadership from above.
We would have to get back to that as quickly as possible once the situation with Izmira concludes.
We create two more houses, one with our best knowledge of what the elves prefer. It is a present for Sparrow, it will have four bedrooms one for him and each of his companions. The house will have a library with a large glass window that can open with a wave of their hand to allow air and light in the room. All the bedrooms will have glass windows as well. We will create cabinets like ours, something that had impressed them. The library will have the duplications of some of the books we promised to share.
The second we built is for Ruth and Ben. It will be somewhat smaller although it will have three bedrooms, one master with two large bedrooms for children. A small armory, common room and office along with the kitchen will complete the house for them.
The more often we perform the enchantments to create the houses the easier it has become. Isabel and I have found magic to be a little like exercise, the more you do the stronger you become. Creating both houses took one morning to complete.
Sparrow had given us a second way of communicating although slower than a communication mirror. We could expect word back from him in a few days.
Isabel and I in recent days got the feeling of someone observing us. Sparrow’s privacy spell had come in handy many times. Occasionally those feelings did not stop after casting the spell. Sparrow had told us they stop unfriendly eyes from watching us. We may assume that Sparrow or other friendly wizards were watching judging from that.
We decided that having a friendly wizard watch was not a bad thing. We would gladly share our knowledge with friends. We have converted a few of the spells from grandfather’s tomes to scrolls. Most wizards can easily transcribe from scrolls into a book for later use. We would only asked for the minimum cost, exchange spells or freely give those scrolls to friendly wizards.
The feelings we are getting that morning, someone is watching. After casting the privacy spell, the feelings did not diminish. I take a chance and ask the air, “Sparrow is that you watching, could you come for a visit?”
In just seconds a wall of mist appears, and out steps a chuckling Sparrow. “How did you even realize I was watching?”
I say, “We felt someone watching. Since the privacy spell did not end that feeling. It must be a friendly wizard watching. Of those who would watch us, most are nearby in the city. I could feel it was from a great distance.”
Sparrow points to the sky and questions, “Can you see that eagle way up there?”
I see a small dot where he points, but from that great distance, I cannot tell if it was an eagle or hawk. Chuckling I say, “Barely, but not clear enough to truly say what it is.”
Sparrow shakes his head and says, “You cannot even see clearly what was actually watching you. I was using the eagle’s eyes for a time.”
I question, “Is it possible we felt your magic, and not the eagle’s stare?”
Sparrow raises an eyebrow and says thoughtfully, “It may be possible, but you would be the first.”
Isabel smiles and says, “Sparrow do not forget my husband and I share a strong bond. A woman can always tell when someone stares at her.” Sparrow blushes deeply which causes us to laugh, but Isabel gives him a hug. He finally joins in with our laughter.
After a few moments, Isabel says, “If we knew it was you were watching we would have asked for your opinion on our gift for you. Although we cannot place it in the trees for you, we hope we got the architecture right.”
Sparrow almost has a tear in his eye as he looks upon the house we had just created. He says, “This is a great gift. I believe I will enjoy it even if it does not rest high in a tree.”
Smiling I hand him four acorns. I say, “When you find the right place for the house to be for a very long time plant these at the edge of the corners of the house. Then simply say I am home.”
He looks at me questioning and I explain, “The acorns will grow into ninety foot oak trees and carry the house up into their branches. You may remove the house, but the trees will never return to acorns. You may place the house again on the trees, but the trees are living thing and may grow branches where the house had set. You will probably have to prune those and heal the branches before resetting the house.”
Smiling Sparrow says, “My friends this cannot come at a better time. A lightning strike destroyed one of the trees that supported my home. I managed to escape along with my friends just before the tree collapsed taking my house with it. It was just yesterday, and I am living at my daughter’s home for the present.”
Smiling I say, “Then shall we take a tour of your new home, before we complete the enchantments. If something is not to your liking, we may change it now.”
Sparrow grimaces before he says, “There is one thing, elves never use square windows. Could you please change that one thing?”
Isabel smiles and says, “Certainly, but let us look inside before we begin to make changes.”
Opening the door sparrow immediately notices the house is larger on the inside, not tremendously so just nearly double the size of the outside. Sparrow raises an eyebrow and a wide smile crosses his lips. “I will have the largest home in my city. Even the King’s home is not quite as large. I better make sure my brother does not see it before I move in.”
He sees our confusion and explains, “You did not know that my half-brother is the King of the elves? If he sees, it before I occupy the house, he may take it for his own. Not something he would do once I have moved my belongings into the house.”
I say, “Come up to the library we have a few things there for you already.”
Justin and Selena are placing the books that we copied for Sparrow on the shelves. He may share them with his people as he wishes. Sparrow shakes Justin’s hand and greets him warmly, “I see I not only have Julius and Isabel to think for my new home but you two as well.”
Selena giggles and says, “It was a pleasure working on this house. Perhaps soon Justin and Isabel can help us create a new home of our own. I just love your closets.”
Isabel and I nod yes nearly instantly and smile warmly at our two friends. Isabel says, “I am sure we can find the time one of these days.”
Sparrow is looking through a few of the books remaining on a large desk, he smiling as he reads the spell. He looks up at me and says, “This is a very old spell, elves have used this long ago, but it has been lost to us for nearly a thousand years.”
I smile and say, “That is a copy of the tome that belonged to one of my distant ancestors the first high King’s wife. They too were a bonded pair, blessed by Aphrodite. It is through her that the kingdom come to know the goddess.”
Sparrow smiles and ask, “Do you happen to know her name?”
I say, “Isabel Cowan, her maiden name was Isabel Firemoon of Forestdale.”
Sparrow a little shocked says, “That means we are of the same blood, very distantly.”
With a smile I say, “Perhaps, that is why I am wiser than many. My ancestors share the wisdom of both elves and humans.”
With a smile Sparrow says, “This is knowledge my brother will be pleased with, he is always wondered why he felt such affection to your family.”
I ask, “Do you know their story?”
Sparrow shakes his head no. So I ask, “Would you like to hear the story, it is one I first heard when father told it to little Patrick. It is really quite interesting story how the two married.” Sparrow nods his head yes.
Drawing the story fully into my mind, I begin the telling. “After bringing peace to the lands of Cowan, the nameless man took the name of the land for his. He became Cowan the wise and the first high King. The duchies on the East coast of Cowan, just across the narrow sea from your homeland had been at war with the elves for as long as people could remember. Cowan the wise send emissaries to negotiate a peace. After two years of negotiation, a treaty was ready and to seal the peace, a royal marriage arranged between Cowan and Isabel. Isabel Firemoon was the first daughter and oldest child born to King Firemoon of the elves.
Cowan the wise yet a young man had not taken a wife. Isabel had not taken a husband because the goddess promised that one day she would have a blessed bonding. The two had never met. Arrangements made for High King Cowan travel to the elves lands of Forestdale. The two were not to meet until the wedding day.
Isabel fearing her upcoming nuptials fled from her home. She was nearly half a day away from her home when a Drake attacked her near the coast road. King Cowan had made landfall and was traveling on that same road heading towards the city of Forestdale. Hearing Isabel’s scream King Cowan charged into battle against the Drake. As you know, Drakes can be very tough to kill with magic or sword.
Both strike at the beast with little effect. Finally, King Cowan plunged his sword into the beast’s eye, not nearly deep enough to be fatal by itself to the Drake. The Drake struck out blindly knocking him from his feet. With the sword still in the eye socket of the Drake Isabel cast a lightning spell striking the sword and running directly into the brain of the Drake. The flash of the lightning had blinded King Cowan. Nevertheless, together the two have killed the Drake, both having saved the others life in their efforts.
Once retaking his feet King Cowan met Isabel for the first time. Both not knowing whom the other truly was, the sounds of their battle had brought the Royal guard. They were only alone for a very short time. Isabel moved to her rescuer King Cowan blindly pulled Isabel into a hug. They shared a kiss. It had an effect that neither could deny to their heart. Now the King Cowan could see once more, he wondered at the beauty in his arms. Both had fallen in love in the gaze and embrace of the other. When the Royal guard arrived moments later, they separated the two.
The Royal guard forced Isabel to return to her home. The further away she got from King Cowan the more upset she become, by the time she reached her home she was in tears and could barely stand.
The Royal guard nearly killed King Cowan for trespassing on their lands, until he produced a letter from his future father-in-law.
King Cowan had insisted that they skin the Drake and give the hide to the maiden who helped him kill the beast. By the time they had finished he was so weak he could barely stand. His strength seem to return the closer they got to Isabel. He described it as his heart pulling him to its desire. He soon began to run forcing the guard to keep up. He never did quite catch the maiden before she had managed to disappear into the city.
With the events of the previous day, both were heartsick. The guards delivered the tanned Drake hide to Isabel. That only served to remind her of the brave man who charged to her rescue. The only person she desired held within his arms, whose lips she desired more than food.
She had decided that she would prefer death than marriage to a man she did not know or love, her heart belong to a brave man who come to her rescue. She written a note for her father telling of her planned suicide. That he should not blame the human King, it was not his fault but she cannot marry anyone except for whom the goddess promised. She was going to wait until he slept and fall upon his sword.
The Elf King had a suit of armor made for King Cowan, with the visor down to hide his sadness he entered the Temple of Aphrodite. He knew he did not love any other than the maiden he rescued, although he would fulfill his duty to the kingdom.
They both bathed and redressed, King Cowan in the full armor, Isabel in a long dress with a veil that covered her sad face. The two inter the chapel unknowing they approach their own love. At the conclusion of the ceremony, the priestess ordered them to remove the helmet and lift the veil so that they may kiss to seal their union.
Upon seeing the face of the other, they recognized their love, the one they had stood with against the Drake. Their hearts were overjoyed and they kissed happily. The glow startling the two as love filled their hearts.”
I conclude their story by saying, “From that day on the priestess of Aphrodite have asked for couples to give words of love for each other. However, only the priestess know what King Cowan and Isabel said to the other.”
Sparrow chuckles and says, “Not exactly. The elves tell the same story to our children. Although they leave out the fact, that King Cowan was a human. They were the last blessed by Aphrodite. Legend has it a couple not knowing of the story will use the same words as Isabel and Cowan on their wedding day.”
Isabel and I have chills running up our spines. Justin asks, “Do you know the words that they said?”
Smiling Sparrow says, “I have been sworn to secrecy, although since all here are married I see no harm in sharing, if you also swear not to share the words.”
Before he can say anything, I say. “You fill my heart with beauty, with love and joy. I was a blind man walking through this world until you open my eyes.”
Sparrow was stunned as Isabel continues, “Your words bring joy to my heart. My life began when you held me in your arms for the first time.”
I finish, “You are my Angel, with halo bright seen with each kiss. You are the light that I see by, the love that I feel knows no bounds, and surely, it makes us stronger. You are my soul mate. I think the goddess for making us as one.”
Sparrow sits heavily in a desk chair looking as if he just saw us transformed. Justin asks, “Where those the words used by Cowan and Isabel?” Sparrow nods his head as his handshake. Justin continues, “They were the exact words that Julius and Isabel said at their wedding, just before the goddess pronounce them married and the example of what love should be.”
In a shaky voice, Sparrow ask a question, “Isabel do you know your line, at any time are you related to your namesake?”
Isabel is unsure but I smile and say, “High King Cowan and Isabel’s youngest child was named Morgan and the founder of his clan. You never knew you were royalty all along my Love. It came up one day when there was a challenge to your father becoming a duke. Father had genealogist trace his line all the way back to King Cowan and Isabel.”
That information does nothing to steady Sparrow’s nerves. Drawing a ragged breath in he asks, “Have you ever seen the goddess other than that?”
Justin nodding his head yes, as Isabel and I count using our connection to remind each other. I finally say, “Three other times, the night of judgment in the morning, she caressed our faces. The day after our wedding where she explained how she had hidden me away. Then after sending, Isabel and I back in time for a month to destroy the Raiders this year.”
Sparrow again asks a question of us, “Has ever a priestess of Aphrodite referred to you as the chosen of the goddess?”
Justin answers, “I have heard them referred to Julius and Isabel as that.”
Sparrow says, “That would explain many things, Justin and Isabel not only share power with each other. You two also receive power from the goddess, when your purpose matches hers. That in no way diminishes your accomplishments, if anything it only magnifies them. I am sure you creating this house is not something the goddess would grant her power for.”
Isabel and I nod our head yes. Justin asks, “Perhaps that is why enchanting the Keep seems so easy.” Again Isabel and I nod our heads yes.
Sparrow finally says, “I never thought I would actually meet the chosen of the goddess, our people have nearly given up hope that you would return. I must tell my brother.”
Setting on the desk is the goddess and she smiles at Sparrow before she says, “I have allowed you to learn this Sparrow, but is not time for you to share the good news. When you will have need of them, I will ensure they are with you. They are yet busy working on a task for me.” As always, the goddess disappears as quickly as she came.
Isabel and I look at each other before turning to a pale faced Sparrow and blurting out, “Four.”
That seems to break Sparrow’s confusion, instantly he begins to laugh. We still feel the love and joy left behind by the goddess like perfume hanging in the air. Justin and Selena, Isabel and I join in for a moment before giving a kiss to our spouses. Sparrow gasps at seeing the four of us glowing.
After Justin and Selena, break their kiss. Justin asks, “Did you know that would happen? That when two people fall in love in the presence of Julius and Isabel, that they too would share in the blessing of the goddess.”
Jokingly I say, “We have been accused of being contagious. We do seem to spread the love bug. First Ben and Ruth, than these two, and only the goddess knows how many more.”
Sparrow now finished with his laugh says, “I will grant you anything in your quest for the goddess. I will give you what help I can in the task you have at hand. It will be my honor to help the chosen of the goddess, even if I cannot share that news.”
We share with Sparrow our next project, the floor plans for the keep only then that I noticed they have changed now they have six floors. The first level still is storage the second floor now dedicated to the goddess, and creates a temple, complete with chapel and ritual bathing pools. The third floor is housing for the priestesses. The fourth floor is now the common areas, kitchen and so forth what used to be on the second floor. The fourth in a fifth are as the third and fourth. The sixth floor nine large suites marked each of three languages one set of rooms for each King and Queen, Prince and Princess, and high priestess Chambers. A large central room and halls that connects the suites with a spiral staircase leads down.
Isabel looks at the plans and says, “I see they have expanded somewhat.”
Justin chuckles and says, “It would seem the goddess has her own ideas on our building project.”
I smile and say, “I will gladly do it for the goddess, after all look who I have in my life because of love.”
Isabel laughs and asks, “That would be little Patrick, right?”
With a laugh as I move, my hand atop Isabel’s expanding stomach. I say, “Let us not forget the twins.”
Sparrow shakes his head with a smile he says, “I can see why the goddess likes you. You two just simply shine with love.”
It takes the rest of the afternoon to finish sparrow’s house, readjusting his windows was the first of a few things. However, he was very pleased with most of the house and needed only to change a few colors in the rooms. Nothing major, other than the windows, which required us to gather more sand. Sparrow even made some of his own furniture, after we shared with him the technique of gathering and molding a raw material. It proved a simple task for him, and Isabel really loved the style of chairs he created for his dining room.
The next day the five of us begin working on the enchanted Castle. Given the amount of materials we would need we began along the coast gathering the Driftwood from every abandoned section of coastline. We spent several days and station several huge wooden balls near where we need to fly out to sea. We knew the islands have very little driftwood left for our use.
With Sparrow, Justin and Selena’s help, we will fly the wood out to Hound Island just before we begin building the enchanted Castle. It has a hip roof, so we also gather slate to cover the entire roof. We had to gather a small amount of metal for door hinges, knobs and knockers. To create glass one must use a special type of sand that is free of contaminants. Locating such a deposit takes us three days, just downstream is a natural copper deposit and we remove a fairly large amount of that. The sand has formed into a large glass ball, and the copper makes a huge stand so we set the ball on the ground it does not roll. Justin laughs at seeing the large crystal ball, with its copper stand. He compliments us on making the world’s largest crystal ball.
Isabel giggles and says, “I wonder if it is any good at spying on people. Perhaps we can try that before we reform the ball into glass windows.”
Selena giggles and says, “From the size of it, we probably could look down on an entire kingdom, and then look down and see what a wizard is reading over breakfast.”
Sparrow says, “I would not believe it possible to make a crystal that large. How did you keep it from breaking as it cooled?”
Isabel blinks before she says, “Magic to heat it transforming the sand to glass. Then magic to cool it evenly so it would not shatter.”
Smiling Sparrow says, “Lady Isabel you see this world differently than most. Others see the world changed by magic, but I believe you see the world and magic as one.”
Somewhat startled I say, “I thought all wizards knew the world was made up of magic and matter, it is the string that holds matter together. Our magic merely pulls on the strings bending them and matter to our will.”
Justin, Selena and Sparrow seemed shocked by this revelation, like a great truth that has not been revealed to them as of yet. Sparrow when he recovers says, “No wonder you can do so many things so easily. You could not see the eagle, but you see the smallest strings that bind matter together. The rest of us are as blind seamstresses only knowing how to stitch by what we have been taught.”
Justin smiles before he adds, “Perhaps, that is why nearly everything you make is permanent and of great power. Julius and Isabel stitch the matter and the magic back together perfectly.”
I say, “All things age and decay. Even the magic that holds the world together eventually will cease to exist. The universe will eventually fall back upon itself returning to what it once was at the beginning of time. Then only the gods will be there to create again. They will again use their power and create everything you see and so much more.”
Sparrow smiles and says, “Another thing that I suspected must be true. Such knowledge comes from the gods that is proof of your connection to the goddess.”
Sparrow finds the spell for the acorn smiling he asks, “Is this the spell used to enchant the acorns?”
I nod my head yes. Sparrow says, “Only one of elfish blood could use this enchantment. I know it will work have sensed the magic in the acorns. You inherit more from your ancestor Isabel than you knew.”
I smile and say, “Only unto recently Sparrow, I did not know my name, or my inheritance.”
Sparrow looks confused, and Justin nods his head yes. Isabel smiles and says, “I did not know I was related to the high King until just a few days ago. When Julius and I first fell in love, he cast a light spell calling it my Halo and it glowed for nearly a day. It was four years later, when Julius save me from a werewolf he killed it with the lightning bolt, which was the night we discovered we were bonded.”
I smile give Isabel a kiss on the cheek. I add, “At the time I knew I was the luckiest person alive to be betrothed and bonded to Isabel. I can barely believe how much my life changed that week. Isabel and I was wed although I was a nameless man, until my birthright discovered by father.”
This new information has Sparrow standing with his jaw slack. He pleads, “Julius please tell me the full story of your life. The fact that you were a nameless man is of great importance.”
I begin the long telling as Sparrow listens intently. I tell him every detail that I know. I tell sparrow about how my mother died, how the goddess had hidden me. I tell how I lost the only parents I had known at four years old that I knew at the time and became a slave losing my name. How Justin freed me, and how that led to the freeing of all slaves in Cowan. Isabel and I tell him of our first meeting, and how her younger siblings would tease her. Justin adds how upset her father was about the Halo, and that was why he kept her away believing that I was irresponsible with my magic. Isabel tells of the wicked Duke who ordered the marriage to his son, and how she ran away. We retail in detail the night of our meeting, how had led to our bonding being discovered. We tell the story all the way up through where father discovered my birthmark. At sparrow’s insistence, we continue on right up to the point where we met him for the first time.
Sparrow looks shaken, after taking a deep breath he says, “There is a prophecy about the return of the chosen. It is uncanny how closely your life story is to the prophecy. Obviously, the priestess know this.”
Justin chuckles and says, “I knew he was something special when I first saw him. Although just a boy and very frightened he held back his tears as the auctioneer call for bids.”
I say, “That had not been a pleasant day, I had just arrived in Camarillo and the ship had been low on provisions for the last two weeks. That meant the slaves did not have anything to eat for quite a long time.”
I remember how the aroma of the food from the inns had made my stomach grumble. An old woman had slipped me a crust of bread and I eaten it very quickly. I must had stopped because I was yanked off my feet, as the rope pulled tight. I have been the last in line. I nearly received the whip for having slowed the progress of us slaves. The old woman saved me from the whip that once telling the slave master. You will get a poor price for him if he is all bloody.
I look back to my friends and say, “For me those days are no more, but I fear others live through it. I would break the chains, cut the ropes, and free those now held as slaves. It is easy for those who hold slaves to think themselves superior. The truth is that slavery is an evil this world needs cleansed of forever.”
Sparrow shakes his head and says, “The elves have seen this also. Back in the early days of humanity the elves thought humans were little more than brute beast and kept them as slaves. The goddess condemned our practice of slavery. When those humans release many of them surprised us they have learned far more from us than we had realized. They sailed across the narrow sea and begin setting up homes in the lands you now call Cowan. They were no longer the savages we had believed them to be.”
Sparrow continues, “It was our own fault, the humans of those days long past had feared us. When we send emissaries, they were mistaken for Raiders. The humans fearing for their freedom fought the elves that landed on their shore. That led to a general mistrust between our two races. It was our mistake to start with, and we then left with no way of apologizing or making amends.
Therefore, for over two thousand years we remained isolated, not trusting the other. The goddess finally had to bring a blessed bonding between high King Cowan and Isabel to end that mistrust. Although it was not fully successful, many elves still mistrust humans.”
Selena asks, “This sounds like it was a very long time ago, hundreds of human generations have come and gone in that time. I know the elves have much longer lives, but surely none still live from that time. Is it not time for both humans and elves to get over that mistake?”
I pondered, “Perhaps that is what the goddess is trying to get us to do. We are both her children after all.”
Sparrow smiles brightly and says, “With luck your destiny is far broader than what prophecy has foretold.”
Sparrow wishes to retrieve his items from his daughter’s home where they are being stored. We loan him the use of a crate and carpet. He creates a gate and actually flies the carpet through with a crate upon it. He said it would take about a day to finish loading his belongings, and he would bring back his companions upon his return.
We use the time to move the gathered supplies, not wishing to use the same spot that surely watched from time to time. We scout Hound Island finding a large plateau atop a hill that separates the two valleys a wide meadow nestled there with a beautiful view of both valleys. The forest runs right to the edge of the meadow with many hardwood trees of extreme age. There is an area where a large flat stone protrudes from the grass of the surrounding meadow. Justin and I pace the area off finding it more than large enough to place the castle upon it and would be an excellent place for its construction.
Isabel and I cast the privacy spell over several places. Sparrow has taught us how to extend the spell so it will last for as long as we wish. Will give it two months, even if they find the spot they will not know we have already gone having finished our work and departed unseen.
The first trip is to bring all our companions who will join us on Hound Island. Early the next day we leave from New Cowan with our companions. All the houses we have stocked with provisions, and a set of communication mirrors. Father is correct we should not be out of touch for that long of a time.
Michael’s girls are enjoying flying our carpet, we have them stop by the supplies and Isabel and I, and Justin and Selena bring the four stone balls we gathered already.
As the four stone balls lift off the ground Bill asks, “Just how big is this thing going to be?”
Not willing to break my concentration I wait to tell him until the ball is stable. I say, “Far larger than I thought when Isabel and I first imagined the idea.”
Ben asks, “Just how large is that?”
Realizing my two friends will not be satisfied with a poor answer I say, “A temple of Aphrodite on the second floor, the third floor is housing for the priestesses, the fourth kitchen and dining room, pantry, Armory and exercise room, fourth and fifth floors housing, sixth floor high priestess’ and Royal bedrooms.”
Both of them look at each other then back to the four large stones that float behind us. Ben chuckles and says, “I bet you are going to need more stone.”
With a groan I say, “This is just enough for the foundation in the first floor. We will gather more stone from the stone yards on Fox Island. I just hope we have enough wood for the framework.”
Both are shocked and I continue, “The plans expanded twice, Isabel and I only wished enough room for us to travel in comfort on the carpet. Father and Jeremiah has other ideas and the plans more than doubled because of that. The goddess wished a temple of Aphrodite added, and I will not deny her. I owe her far too much.”
Michael and Juliet joined Ben and Bill as they look at the large stones Isabel and I bring along with us. Michael wonders, “The stones are nearly fifty feet across, surely that should be more than enough to build a palace.”
Getting a mental image from Isabel I say, “The palace of Aphrodite will be larger than even the palace of New Cowan, without its courtyard. Although the main building has several wings, this palace will be large square building that contains as much room as father’s castle.”
The remainder of the flight passes quickly. I warn Sophia to slow before we come to a stop the weight of the stone would be hard to control otherwise. Her sister Sonia is doing the same, Isabel and I along with Justin and Selena each control the huge stone balls and we slowly come to a landing. Finally coming to a stop near the area where we will begin construction of the Castle.
Justin and Selena show the strain of the trip, whereas Isabel and I barely feel the effort. We had been levitating the materials for over three hours. I realize something else, Isabel and I continue to become more powerful at a faster rate than many wizards have ever done. I wonder if that is a gift from the goddess as well.
Justin seeing his pupil is less drained than he is remarks, “Has the pupil now surpassed his master? I do believe so.”
With a smile, I accept his complement and say, “If I have, it is only because you have prepared me to do so. I owe you so much, my master and my friend, Uncle Justin.”
Justin chuckles and says, “I am no longer your master obviously, but I will gladly be your friend my nephew.”
Isabel gives her uncle a hug, the girls giggle as their father and mother hug them. I turned to my two apprentices and say, “Sonia and Sophia you did outstandingly at your first time controlling the carpet.” The two girls and their parents smile brightly at hearing me complement them.
We set about setting up our encampment. We expand the now four houses, and the barn. Little Patrick laughs at watching the houses expand. To him is a great experience watching what looks like a toy to him become the house we will live in for a number of weeks.
Ben and Ruth are surprised when we expand the house for them. Ruth gives Isabel a hug and we explained we purchased the old farm for them. We have a carpet so it will not take them a great deal of time to come back to the city, As long as they do not mind us visiting often. Isabel finally says, “Julius and I just need a place where we can get away from court for a while.”
Ben and Ruth nod their head yes, as they understand. Ben finally says, “As long as you are not trying to get rid of us.”
I shake my head no and Isabel looks a little hurt as she says, “Ruth, you are my friend, I would do nothing to lose that.”
Ruth giggles and says, “Yes Princess.”
Isabel begins to chase Ruth the two giggling like sisters. When Isabel finally catches Ruth she says, “Be careful my friend or I will make you a Duchess.”
Ruth has a surprise look before she says, “Isabel you would not dare, if I am a Duchess who we keep you and Julius in line.”
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Isabel says, “Do not worry, I would not send you away so you could still bend my ear whenever you need to.”
Ben throws his hands up in mock surrender as he looks at me. I say, “I will make you both Knights one-day, if my father does not before I can.”
After everything calms back down, we send Sparrow a quick message letting him know where we are. We settle in for the night. Our companions join us for a dinner meal in our house. Bill, Samuel and Martin will be staying in the rooms that they occupied before.
The next day we begin moving the wood from what we have already gathered. Because of the distance, we can only make two trips and we retrieve less than half of the wood. We spend one more day and have moved most of the wood, and decide to begin the process of making the Castle the following day. Justin and Selena will bring the rest of the wood as Isabel and I begin the construction.
We gather a little the dead or dying trees from the edge of the forest, training our apprentices. They will begin making furniture for the Castle. That will give them some practical experience with transmuting matter, shaping it by and to their will. We replaced the trees with saplings and they magically grow into younger healthier trees. We are careful not to disturb too much of the forest in one location.
Since we did not bring any horses this time the barn is simply for storage. We cleaned out the barn thoroughly, and new hay covers the floor. Between the hayloft, and the main floor the girls will have plenty of space to store chairs and tables. We do not expect them to create all the furniture, but a palace this large will have hundreds of rooms many requiring lavish furniture.
The goddess’ version of the plans not only covered the dimensions of the rooms, but also cover the type of furniture selected for each room. Even the staff for the palace has large comfortable rooms, with nice furniture. As we discovered the plans had expanded quite a bit.
We had expected Sparrow to return sometime today when he has not we began to worry that he cannot even find us, or something more is wrong.
We decide to try the communication mirrors. Sparrow had given us his command that would allow us to talk to his mirror. We speak the command the mirror clouds, and then we are looking in on an elfin home. Sparrow notices the mirror as he raises from his packing. With a chuckle of relief I say, “I see you only found that the task was greater than you estimated.”
Sparrow with a smile replies, “Yes it is. Of course, I was not able to start when I wished. My daughter is in the Rangers. She left this morning to scout the edge of the orc’s land. It is something we do often, they may give us enough warning. The orcs move with the spring, but they always move south in their lands just before winter when they do.”
Isabel says, “We only worried when you had not returned when you promised. However, I see there is no need to worry and you will be here when you can.”
I add, “We really only called to see if you had need of us. As you promised to come to our aid, we would also when you have need.”
Sparrow smiles and says, “If only I taught you the spell of teleportation, I could use some help packing.” He chuckles before turning back to his task.
Isabel nods and I begin the spell of teleportation, our companions, Isabel and I pass through a wall of mist to arrive in the home of Sparrow’s daughter. Sparrow’s head pops up with a momentary look of astonishment before he chuckles. Sparrow says, “Welcome friends, I should not be surprised that you would know that spell by now.”
I explain, “I found it in the tome left to me by my ancestor Isabel.”
Sparrow has a look of wonder for a moment and ask, “Was it in the same tome as the enchanted acorn?”
I nod my head yes before saying, “Much later in the tome. It was one of the last spells she added.”
Sparrow explains, “Very few wizards could ever cast that spell they must have the power of a grandmaster mage, which obviously you do between you and Isabel.”
Isabel says, “You did ask for us to help you pack, where you need us to begin?”
Sparrow points to a heavy looking chest, Samuel and Martin moved to the ends lifting it easily walking over to the crate.
The two men chuckle as I levitate them, and they descend into the crate. Landing on the bottom, they begin to organize boxes. Sparrow looking down into the crate says, “So that is how you do that.”
Bill says, “You always can tie a rope to whatever you need to lower, if a wizard is not available.”
Sparrow chuckles looking around he says, “We have five.”
Bill chuckles and says, “That is good because we forgot the rope.”
Sparrow points to a large stack of boxes he is yet to place into the crate. He asks, “Julius if you would be so kind to lower those. They are ready to go. They just need to be placed within the crate.”
I give a nod of my head and begin the process of levitating the boxes and passing them to Samuel and Martin at the bottom of the crate. Isabel looks at stack of dishes in the sink and before anyone else can stop her she moves and begins to clean the dishes and kitchen area. Selena joins her giving her a nod with a smile. Little Patrick is wide-eyed from his vantage point in Juliet’s arms. Everything here is new and interesting to him. It does not take long as sparrow directs the process, with the additional help we give him.
Although his packing is complete, we take our time enjoying our new surroundings. From the balcony Sparrow points out points of interest, the elves have mage lights on the exterior of their buildings. Even though it is fully dark the city of Forestdale glows with a light equal to false dawn. Sparrow is proud of the city that is his home. He suggests that we go to an inn for our evening meal one he knows well. The sound of Samuel and Martin stomach growling has us nodding our heads in agreement as we try not to chuckle.
Sparrow leads the way over walkways. Some you cannot see the ground for the canopy below them, where you do see the ground is at least fifty feet below us. Some houses and walkways are even higher, and we pass the occasional elf who only stares at the odd sight of humans in Forestdale.
We arrive at the Fallen Oak Inn. At least six trees support it. Most of the houses are of moderate size, but the inn is at least three times the size of most of the houses around the city. From the sound coming from the inn, at least a large portion the city must be within. The sound of voices fills the air, along with the most delicious aroma.
The whole room quiets as we enter. Sparrow immediately waves down one of the serving girl and asks for a large table. The silence only lasts for a moment or two, as everyone seemed to a found new topic to speak about tonight.
The girl calls back, leads us to a large table near the back. My companions seem too tense, even Samuel and Martin seem to have lost their appetite. Over the last two years, one of the things I was required to learn was the elvish language. I do catch a few derogatory comments, but most are just simply curious on our presence here.
Arriving at our table, I ordered soft-spiced Apple cider. Alcohol is not good for Isabel, Ruth or little Patrick. Most of my companions would not drink hard cider under the circumstance. Sparrow smiles and orders a wine, he suggest the roast venison, and everyone nods. The server takes our orders and heads to the kitchens.
I take my seat now with my son in my lap. This is a new experience for him, and he squirms excitedly as he turns from one interest to another. It is about all I can do to keep the boy seated. He would love nothing other than to walk over and look at anything and everything about the room in closer detail.
Fortunately, the food comes quickly, and I share from my plate with my son. Testing the food ensuring it is not too hot. I wave my hand over the plate cooling it slightly. Little Patrick is definitely hungry, and a little impatient being a toddler. The server smiles at how gently I treat my son.
Giving little Patrick a piece of meat, he grins up at me. This is not the first time he has eaten while in my lap, although given the chance he prefers his grandfather’s lap. I managed to get a few bites between feeding him. The food is very good. I finished the plate once Little Patrick has eaten his fill and like most toddlers fallen asleep.
Even Sparrow is impressed. He says, “You show great patience with your son. I can remember when my daughter was his age. I do not believe I would have dared to have brought her out for dinner.”
Isabel giggles and says, “Now you know why he is in his father’s lap. He would not a set so still for me.”
Caressing my sons back I say, “He knows you are a softy my Love.” Isabel sticks her tongue out at me playfully, that brings chuckles from our table and many nearby. Isabel quickly pulls back in her tongue realizing she was being watched.
Sparrow says, “Your joy is contagious Isabel, fear not I believe none here will judge you harshly.”
The room go silent once again. As a tall overdressed elf accompanied by six armored knights enter the Inn. Sparrow glances over his shoulder, he shakes his head as he rises. He says, “My brother just had to come himself, he could not send his steward to ask his questions.”
I hand little Patrick to Isabel and rise along with Sparrow, as his brother approaches I ask, “By chance did you happen to speak to your brother about our relationship.”
Sparrow half turns and says, “I did not as of yet. I did not know how to bring that subject up without all the truth coming forth.”
As his brother arrives, Sparrow is bowing deeply and I follow suit. The elf king barely gives more than a nod to his brother. With what sounds like disdain in his voice he asks, “Sparrow who have you brought into my kingdom?”
Looking into his brothers face now he says, “Friends, who have come to help me more than you have. You cannot be bothered to even send me one of your servants, and they come from more than three thousand miles to help me in my packing.”
The look from his brother tells us that answer was not sufficient. Sparrow draws in a deep breath and says, “May I introduce Grandmaster Wizard Prince Julius Cowan, high Prince to Cowan and my friend.”
The King and many around who have turned to look all display shocked expressions. Not from the fact that I am the high Prince of Cowan, but the title of Grandmaster Wizard. Perhaps even I have a shocked expression not expecting named as such. The King seems to recover quickly he asks, “Your father finally found you? Patrick had come to our kingdom asking help from our wizards in locating you. Even our most powerful ones could not.”
I smile and say, “Being hidden by the goddess Aphrodite would make that difficult. It is a long story your Majesty perhaps at a later time, we can share the story in full.”
The look on his face displays that is something he is not accustomed to have happen. I doubt anyone in his long lifetime has denied him anything. I know I cannot tell him my full story without divulging Isabel and I are the chosen of the goddess. I am uncertain if it is time for that, even more uncertain of this location.
It is said, that the gods work in mysterious ways, I am sure I lack the knowledge to comprehend how they work. In a clear spot next to Sparrow, a vision of horror appears. A badly burned and smoking body standing over another missing its forearm also suffering from burns. As it collapses, the soft moan is the only thing that tells me life is still in the body.
The Knights instantly pull the king back, standing between him and the apparition that just appeared out of thin air. Sparrow’s eyes are wide as he sinks to his knees. Isabel is rushing to my side, little Patrick now in Juliet’s arms. Recognition, sadness and fear is on Sparrow’s face as he looks at an amulet around the neck of the one who had been standing.
As Isabel reaches me, we do the one thing no one would expect us to do except for Sparrow. I pull Isabel into a kiss. As always, we begin to glow with our love and the goddess’s power. The glow seems move to and concentrate on the two bodies.
At first people rush away in fear not understanding what is occurring, as they look back they see The King’s Knights with sword points against the floor and on their knees, they were the first to see and understand. As more see and recognize what is occurring the crowd sinks to their knees, even the King has gone to his knees after moving back in front of his Knights.
As the healing progresses, I hear Justin casting a sleep spell on the two, at the same time Selena is casting a spell to block pain. The two moved to the other side and pull in to a kiss, and their glow helps the healing process. Ben and Ruth move to their feet, and then pull into a kiss adding power to the glow. Even with the power of us three couples the healing is too slow, I fear they are too close to death.
The goddess now is among us, she caresses the faces of the two bodies. At her touch, they come back to life, whole and healthy. They actually cough smoke before taking a deep breath.
In a rush, enter the priestesses of Aphrodite they come forward then sink to their knees. Using their voices, the goddess speaks to us, “Behold my chosen. They both share your blood, and the blood of humans. Both are my children, it is time for you to be as one. Let not the mistakes of the past or prejudice keep you apart.”
As always, she gives her message and is gone. Although this time she did stop and whisper something in Sparrow’s ear.
Isabel and I break our kiss, as do our comrades. Now turning to the King I say, “Perhaps, we have time for that story now.”

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Kate Gets a Puppy

During the past week, Kate had begun noticing the same dog every day as she took her morning run. It was an English Mastiff, and one of the largest she’d ever seen. Based on her observances as she jogged by, it stood nearly a meter in height and had to weigh more than 100 kg.

Magical Hearts chapter 11

In our last chapter, we had designed a plan to create a magical Keep, one capable of shrinking down to size of a dollhouse, using the enchanted keep to return our people. Beforehand we were going to return the soldiers of a failed invasion, this would do two things provide a final test for the enchanted keep as well as move them to their homeland.
Personally, I did not know if I trusted the Ruler of Izmira to do as we wished or keep his word. He could easily play the situation for the best possible outcome, knowing their plans failed before they were at a stage where any possible benefit could happen by going to war. He simply pulled back, punishes the parties that failed him, begins is planning a new.
The world knew us as the source of star silver, both weapons and armor. What the world really did not know that was because of our alliance with the dwarves and elves. Those alliances took centuries to develop. No one attacking our kingdom more than likely would ever achieve an alliance with either party.
Magical Hearts chapter 11
We had the Keep constructive, a full ten days of intense magical construction. We had yet to enchanted and decided to wait for the full moon, as it is just a little easier to do in the full of the moon. As large as this thing was, we would welcome anything to make it easier.
Justin and Selena had been working on a spell to allow them to do what Isabel and I do naturally. The two of us grant our energy back and forth between us. The one casting can tap into the energy of the other, making even the most difficult enchantments much easier. If there spell worked, the two of them could also grant as their power. That might make the difference on such a large item to be enchanted.
We search our libraries, and no one has ever attempted anything on this scale, even the houses are new. Although, Justin and I have heard rumors were a mage enchants wagons, we have yet to see one. For all I know that mage may be on a different world, we mages have been known to travel between worlds. If he is on a different world that is too bad, I would really like to see a magical wagon.
During our search, I find my grandfather’s tomes, spell books that he had written. He has several unique spells and enchantments, a cup that neutralizes poison, a lightning bolt spell that will bounce between your enemies, damaging each until it reaches your final target, a variation of the standard fireball spell, five times as destructive and with an area effect much larger. As I look closely, I find not only my grandfather’s writings, but also the writings of his father and grandfather. Apparently, magic runs in our family quite strongly, missing generations occasionally. That seem to be true all the way back to the high King, at least three of his children and wife wielded magical powers.
Isabel and I set about learning some of these new spells, the chain lightning spell, and fireball variation both could be very handy if we ever have to do battle. Some of those spells were quite simple to learn, others proved more difficult. Isabel and I both mastered the chain lightning spell, although, the variation on the fireball is out of our grasp so far.
Father had allowed us to bring grandfather’s tomes back to Fox for us to study.
After we had returned to Fox, we set the houses up, it looks like a small village now, all we needed was a blacksmith, and couple of shops, a few more houses. You would think you were in a real village. We now had three houses in a barn, perhaps if we will make another house for Ben and Ruth. Now all we needed do is make some wide high outer walls and we have the start of the Citadel.
Isabel and I were taking a long break, a walk in the empty countryside. We were in the process of resting up until the full moon. This is the first time Isabel and I have been alone and unguarded other than in our rooms. It feels nice to walk outside, with us being the only two around. Beside a quiet brook Isabel and I lean against a tree, actually I am against the tree Isabel on my lap leaning on me.
Ben and Ruth are calling for us. Apparently, we have visitors. Isabel stands and helps me up. As we cross the meadow, Isabel to something that is not much like a proper Princess, she jumps on my back wrapping her legs around my waist she kisses me on the neck and says, “Give me a ride husband.”
I chuckle and say, “It would be my pleasure, my love.” If I reminded Isabel that she was royalty, she hated it. Nevertheless, she also knew that I did not mean it in the royal fashion. I took to interchanging lady, and love when I would referred to her, or my angel. The latter had become a common way of referring to your love when you receive the blessing of Aphrodite.
Ben chuckles seeing me with Isabel on my back, although Ruth asks, “Isabel did you hurt your ankle or something?”
Isabel giggles before she says, “You know how men get when you are with child. I cannot take a long walk without him coddling me.”
With a chuckle I say, “I know better than that, my Angel. You are the one that jumped up there.”
Chuckling Ben says, “You two are enjoying being here, you’re acting too much like your old selves. Unfortunately, your father just showed up with a bunch of his dukes.”
Isabel groans as she slides off my back complaining she says, “I guess they want me to dress up too.” Isabel and I have taken to were comfortable attire here on Fox Island. Much like her old clothing, we can get out of wearing, how Isabel put this, overdressed snobbish attire expected that royalty is always in.
Ruth giggles and says, “The people here today will not mine.”
Ben just realized what Isabel said so he asks, “Isabel are you pregnant again?”
Isabel giggles and says, “Ben you say that like it is a bad thing.”
Ben taken aback spammers, “That no, Princess sorry. I do not mean,…”
Ruth slaps him on the shoulder, Ben turns to her and she says, “What if I am pregnant? Are you going to be so tongue tied?”
Ben’s face shows his shocked excitement and ask, “Ruth are we?”
Giggling Ruth says, “You say Julius and Isabel are contagious, first people fall in love around them, they glow like them, now they are going to have kids just like them.”
Ben scoops up Ruth in his arms, he spins around as he shouts his excitement. In the distance, I see six of Dad’s guards running towards us. Chuckling I say, “I think we need to explain what is going on.” I point to the six armored men.
Ruth moans, “I was supposed to let Mom know first, but here comes Dad.”
I point out, “I hope your Dad can be trusted to keep a secret, after all he is here.”
As Ben chuckles, Ruth says, “Enchanted Fortress that were going to take our enemies home in no problem. That his daughter is pregnant with his first grandchild, not a chance in the world.”
Laughing at the two, Isabel and I say simultaneously, “Your problem.”
Ben jokes, “Just wait to we spar tomorrow.” We all laugh, and I wave to the running guards to let them know everything is okay. They still walk toward us and we come together, Isabel walks beside me, but Ben still carries Ruth who he refuses to let down to walk. Jokingly Ben says, “If the Princess can be coddled by the Prince so can you by me.”
Charles, Ruth’s father and a friend and Knight of the King, asks, “Ben, why are you coddling my daughter?”
Ruth begins, “I am supposed to tell Mom first. Sorry Daddy.”
Charles laughs, “It is okay. Maria is here too. She is with little Patrick.”
Ruth gives her father look and says, “Daddy if you know please do not tell her till I get the chance.”
Joking he says, “Enchanted fortresses no problem. That you are pregnant with my first grandchild not a chance in the world, that I can keep that secret more than fifteen minutes. You got your timeframe young lady.”
Ruth gives been a look that says put me down or sleep on the floor for the next week before she says, “Ben put me down, we have five minutes to tell Mom.”
The other five Knights chuckle as Ruth pulls Ben away at a run. As we near the Keep one of the Knights asks, “Did you really make that and only ten days?”
I look at Isabel before I answer, I say, “The Princess Isabel and I formed all the stone and wood into the shape you see now. The gods created the stone and the wood.”
Charles chuckles and holds out his hand, each of the Knights hand him a gold piece. Charles says, “I knew you would not take full credit.”
Giggling Isabel says, “It is not like we created it out of nothing. No more than stonemasons and carpenters could have done given enough time.”
One of the Knights says, “Prince and Princess you are too modest, it is a great achievement. I have went through the Keep. It is amazing to think it was stone and Driftwood not so long ago.”
I say, “The construction was only the first part. We have yet to enchant it. When we can do it as the houses, bring them down to the size of a toy. I will accept your complement then.”
The same Knight says, “That would be a wonder to behold beyond any I have witnessed before.”
Charles chuckles, “If any could accomplish what you speak of it would be you my Prince and Princess.”
My father stands in the open gate of the Keep. He is giving Ruth a hug. I am happy to see my father realizes that his family is more than just his blood relatives. The people that love you and you love are family too. Charles chuckles, “The King has always treated Ruth like she was his niece.”
With a smile I say, “Did you not say that you love father like he was your brother, if so, that would make you my uncle just as surely as if we shared our blood. Love has more power than blood.”
Charles began, “I am sure you are correct, but please do not make me a noble.”
Isabel giggles, “Now you know how I feel, I thought I was wedding a wizard.” Isabel looks into my eyes with a mischievous smile she says, “Who was the son of a farmer, ex-slave and my hero with the sweetest words, and what happened he turns out to be the missing Prince.”
The six Knights chuckle as we finally reach my father. He slaps Charles on the shoulder and says, “Congratulations grandpa, I hope this does not mean you are going to retire on me.”
Charles looks at me, smiles and says, “Brothers never retire.”
We put father, the Dukes and the Knights in the keep for the night. Dad is just as impressed as his Knights, Jeremiah and Claire, along with Duncan the Duke of Edmonton now recovered, his wife Annette and Carissa. We bring food from our temporary homes, into the main dining room and share an evening meal. Magical lights brighten the interior of the Keep. With no windows, the keep would be dark otherwise. Because it solely designed as a defensive building, it has no windows, and a limited amount of exterior doors.
After dinner, Dad, Duncan and his wife Annette, Jeremiah and Claire, join Little Patrick, Isabel and me on a quick tour of Fox and Hound islands. This far away from everyone we feel safe enough to leave our guard, I am sure it would not make them happy although we are far from helpless.
We check our outer guards. We have two watching the bay on the West end of Hound and the other on the East end of Fox. Four guards report all is quiet, although they were little surprised to see their King. We brought them dinner, a job we normally allowed one of my guard to do. Their job is to watch for ships, and give a report of any that past. Both have constructed a hidden campsite on small hills that overlook the bays and give a good view out to sea. The one at Fox is actually using the remains of an ancient building.
Like the weeks before, all is quiet. Our family and friends have arrived to witness the enchanting of the Keep. They realize we do not plan to do it for another two days, but hearing us talk of the island how peaceful it is they chose to join us for a short time.
After making a circle above the islands, we returned to our campsite. Again, we spotted no ships on the horizon. No one is coming to disturb our peace. We land on the southwest tower of the keep, we watch the sunset as the shadows of the hills finally block our view we retire for the night.
Next day is pleasant, although our guards seems to be a little irritated at our disappearance from the night before. They are definitely unwilling to allow us out of their sight. I finally pull Ben over to the side and apologize, “Ben I am sorry, we should have told you that I was taking Father on a tour the islands.”
Ben reminds me, “Julius, I am obligated to follow your orders you are my Prince. Please do not forget I am also your friend, I worry for your safety whenever our friends or I cannot watch your back. You have only two eyes, and so does Isabel although the two of you seem to always gaze upon the same thing.”
I chuckle bowing to him and say, “I understand my friend, and I would not have you faced danger if I was not at your side too. However, this is a quiet place with no raiders, or other dangers to find us. Moreover, you know well the ones I was with our far from helpless also.”
Charles chuckles overhearing us, “You two remind me of someone else who had the same conversation last night.”
Dad holds Charles by the shoulder warmly, “They too remind me of those two. Perhaps we should go for our breakfast and allow those two friends the privacy we had.” The two, Knight and King, friends walk away chuckling.
With a chuckle I say, “If I had grown up in the Castle, I would probably refer to him as Uncle Charles. Ruth would still be one of my dearest friends, and married to my other dearest friend and playmate. Is it time for our match this morning.”
Ben chuckles and says, “Yes, it is time for your lesson today.” For some reason I am very uneasy about the way he said that. Ben has been my sword instructor for nearly two years, since shortly after I was christened Prince. Ben a weapons master of some renown has been a patient teacher. He was somewhat impressed I at least knew how to hold a sword and dagger. Under his tutelage, my skills have greatly improved.
Charles and my father watch on from the front porch as they eat their breakfast. I now use the star silver long sword, and dagger found the day before my wedding for combat. I give a bow to Ben and he returns it. We have our practice swords, long sword and dagger. Like many mornings before our other comrades join us. As Ben and I circle each other, both ready to begin the dance only waiting for the other to take the first step. Ben throws something new into our practice. He begins saying, “Have you ever thought what it would be like if you did not have us at your back in combat?”
With that, Bill rushes me, his practice sword swinging and a high art, only his footsteps and Isabel’s warning makes me aware of the attack. I sidestep at the last instant, and use my long sword to trip him. Bill and Ben are a little surprised, as Bill lands in the sand.
My other comrades recover faster than Bill. George from my back rushes next; I step into a dance they do not know. I spin and thrust, sidestep, parry as Bill rejoins the fray, Samuel steps in and I sweep his attack aside, as I spin around the dance continues to change as more my companions enters the fray. I land far more blows than what they expect. After ten minutes is back now to Ben and I. Perhaps it is the shock of the day. Ben never expected I should do so well against a group. However, for once I get the upper hand, and land the killing blow if not for practice swords.
Justin laughs from the porch. With a smug grin he says, “Perhaps I should have told you he trained with the dwarves. They are not great with swords Ben. You should let Julius use an ax someday.”
I reach my hand out to Ben pull him back to his feet. For once, I think I really impressed not only Ben but also father and his guard. I explained, “The dwarves never train one-on-one, it is only six or eight against one. Anytime they battle, they are greatly outnumbered, that way they are accustomed to fighting multiple enemies.”
Father chuckles and says, “Julius your grandfather had me train with an elfin weapons master. I can see some elements of your style that are similar to his. Perhaps I should see if he could come for a time, both Ben and you could learn much from him.”
Ruth giggles from the sidelines. She chose not to join in on the fray. Isabel and her walk in, Isabel to me, Ruth to Ben and Ruth kisses Ben first, Isabel and I wait. When Ben’s bruises heals, his eyes widened realizing it was not Isabel and I. Of course, they share the glow, and I am not sure if it is the goddess or the ring we enchanted, it really does not matter to Ben.
Isabel and I kiss, and our other friends come close to receive the healing. Bill chuckles, “Too bad that does not work on pride as well.”
I ask, “Bill did I take you by surprise? Bill nods his head yes, along with the rest of my companions. Therefore, I explain, “Justin was in the dwarf’s lands for at least six months out of the year every year since I was nine, until two years ago I trained with the dwarves. I also never fought one-on-one; even in the few times as a child, I always fought more than one. I was always the outsider and the gang of locals would pick on me because of my, well once they found out I had been a slave once.”
After a deep breath I continue, “I needed to learn how to use the sword and dagger more effectively. Fighting one opponent was also new to me. Something I still need more practice doing.”
Ben chuckles and says, “Perhaps your father’s right, the Elfin sword master is who we should be training with, I know that last move you put on me would have killed me on the field and yet I saw no way of avoiding your attack.”
Jeremiah chuckles saying, “At least I am not the only one to underestimate Julius.”
Charles says brightly, “Truly, he is his father son.” Dad begins to laugh and as always, his laughter is contagious.
Having had enough of sparring for the morning, we have our breakfast before going for a run, today father and the Knights join us. Isabel and Ruth as always seem to move ahead of us without effort; both women carry nothing heavier than a dagger. If we forced to run, I would wish to carry nothing heavier. We can make our escape once clear enough to call the carpet. Father and his Knights surprise the six younger of us, as they easily keep up, until the end where they overtake us.
Father and the Knights are breathing heavy as we round the house, Isabel and Ruth more or less has caught their breath. My comrades and I join them on the porch, Dad between his breaths asks, “Did I surprise you Julius?”
Between my heavy breaths I reply, “Yes, you did, Dad.”
Charles is a little quicker to recover and says, “If we surprised you, you are to blame. Your healing has given us back our knees.”
One of other Knights chuckles and says, “As well as our ankles and backs. Age hurts sometimes, thank you and the goddess.”
Isabel pulls into me and we kiss. As always we glow, part of me always thinks Aphrodite for her blessing, for Isabel in my life, for the protection she gave me, and then to reunite me with my father. I know there is yet thinks to do, I still carry the memory of that terrible night. I would do whatever the goddess desires.
The rest of the day goes by peacefully, although my father’s Knights share some of the stories they have. I learned more of what my father went through during the time I was missing from his life.
Without his normal duties to keep them away, father tends to keep his grandchild with him. He and Jeremiah play with their grandson. It is easy to see how much they love each other. The two grandfathers would literally do anything to make their grandson smile. Include getting down on all fours allowing him to ride their backs.
When you think of it is odd, a King and the Duke allowing their grandson to ride on their backs, not too much different from any grandfather or father. Charles looks to Ruth and says, “I pray we find a place where I can play with my grandchild just as my friends.”
Duncan says, “This place seems to be a bit magical by its own accord. I have not seen my friend this happy since Julius you were a baby. Charles perhaps you should look to see about coming back. Julius possibly can make a house that you can use, with the use of a carpet this would be a great place for a retreat.”
I smile and say, “I am happy my father is enjoying himself. This last two years has both been joyous and stressful. We had done much to re-stabilize the kingdom. Many have fallen to greet. Duncan, I fear our efforts only led to your assault. When we removed their source of slaves, they assaulted you to replace one. By their records, only one ship escaped with slaves some forty in number from your city. We will get our people back.”
Duncan smiles weakly and says, “Perhaps this is why this place is so magical, I have forgotten all that while here. It felt good, but I do not regret you reminding me. You rescued me, and for that, I am grateful. I had not the chance to thank you properly earlier. You and your father have proven to be not only my King and Prince, but also true friends to my family and myself. Know this, I will always be at your disposal whatever I have is yours with just a word.”
I smile and shake his hand. I say, “Duncan I appreciate your pledge, and if I have need I hope it is not so great to give you a regret in making it. I fear this affair is far from over, and may yet lead to a war.”
Duncan’s eyes widen and he asks, “Surely not over a few…” Duncan rethinks his words quickly and asks, “Would it not be better to mourn the few we lost, than give up more lives trying to recover those already dead?”
Duncan’s beliefs held by most of the world, most kingdoms accepting the losses of a few villages to Raiders, this is a dangerous world. Most kings would not go to war to protect a few of their citizens, but I believe father and I are not the average. I recap what I know, “Late this spring Izmira sent two ships with orders to pick up a hundred and twenty of our people for their slave markets. The Princess and I intercepted the ships and destroyed them. In so doing, we not only rescued the hundred and twenty that would be slaves, but their families that the Raiders would kill. If we can stop the Raiders from coming to our shores, we may finally be able to recover from the Orc war. Two duchies now lay in ruins, the third is just a fraction of its size it had before the war.”
Continuing I say, “The attack on you, give them Edmonton to use as a foothold. This is not simply the Raiders, but a prelude to invasion. This island here once held the city. Perhaps five thousand people another thousand spread out over the two islands. Raiders eventually destroyed this kingdom taking all its citizens. This kingdom has been dead for nearly two hundred years from what I can tell. The Raiders begin coming to our shores shortly after they finished with this kingdom.”
Seeing Duncan’s realization I sadly continue, “They had been no mention of this land in our records for the last two centuries and before that only an order to stay away given to our sailors. Just a decade before then, they were a major trading partner with merchant ships sailing from and to the mainland to sell many goods for as long as anyone could find a record.”
Duncan visibly shaken says, “The Raiders are merely a diversion, a way to test our resolve. They take our people for what evil purpose I do not know. You believe they needed more, to fulfill what plans they have.”
I say, “We captured one ship, the Andrea two years ago, this year they sent two ships that we destroyed, and one ship returned our people, and forty of our people they stolen plus the hundred and fifty soldiers they left. Yes, this is a slow invasion they are too far across the ocean to do it quicker. Nevertheless, it would not surprise me to see their warships on the horizon one day.”
Charles says, “They no longer have Edmonton perhaps it will stop.”
I say, “I believe you are correct. We interrupted their plans before they could arrive at a point where they feel success would be worth the effort. If they had managed to get a few more hundred men and we had not managed to retake Edmonton, we would not be standing here today. Perhaps on a battlefield, think the goddess we are not.” Charles and Duncan both shake their heads realizing the truth in my words.
I smile and say, “We have a chance to end this peacefully. If our plan works, they believe we are too strong of an enemy to anger. Leaving our shores in peace, but we must be vigilant and not allow a single ship to again take our people unchallenged. We will place this fortress, after our use, on one of our coastal islands, denying the use of it to the Raiders. Build keeps or just watchtowers, attacked the ships as the Princess and I did. Prevent them from taking our people for whatever kingdom that would allow our people to be sold as slaves.”
Father had separated himself from little Patrick and Jeremiah seeing the seriousness of our talk he come within earshot to listen. He walks up to me, pulls me into a hug, and says, “Son I am proud of you. Your plan may keep us from war and stop the Raiders. The coastal islands we will fortify to watch our coast, we may need carpets to patrol but you should easily be able to provide those. We will ensure that never again any of our people are enslaved and taken from our shores.” I smile at my father’s words. It feels good to have a father who is proud of me.
Isabel giggles and says, “If my father-in-law would allow me to take my husband I would like to finish the walk we started yesterday.”
Dad releases me, and pushes me to my wife. As I walked toward my wife, Ruth holds Ben’s arm preventing him from following. Ruth whisper something in his ear before he grins, and then ways us on. Isabel again jumps on my back, and I ride her across the meadow, a stream rests at the base of the western hillside, a small path partly overgrown is across the brook leading up the densely forested hill. We followed the path up. Just across the top of the hill, a flat rock sets looking out through a hole in the canopy with a view of the sea. This place is breathtakingly beautiful, where the sunlight can reach the ground wildflowers grow. In that place, Isabel looks even more beautiful to me.
Isabel says, “Before the sun sets my Husband and our glow can be seen, make love to me in this place.” With that, Isabel waves her hand and our clothing immediately falls into a pile on the edge of the stone. It only takes a couple heartbeats for my manhood to finish hardening, by that time Isabel has jumped into my arms.
Looking into my eyes, she uses one hand to guide me to her opening. She wiggles and pushes down to get me to enter her wet pussy. We both enjoy the feeling of her surrounding me. Isabel and I moved together, I help her raise as I withdraw, help her control her dissent as she became fully impaled again. We continue for fifteen minutes or more, Isabel shakes through her orgasm several times, her breast rub against my chest, bouncing with every dissent. Isabel finally throws her head back and howls as a strong orgasm takes her. As she contracts around me, I thrust in as hard and deep as I can. I erupt pushing my seed deeply into her.
We had started slowly and then build up to a very quick pace reaching a climax before the sun kissed the horizon. Isabel and I hold each other as we watch the sun sinking into the ocean. Before we lose all the light to see the path, Isabel and I dress and we walk the path back to our house here on the island.
Arriving we take a bath, and then join everyone for dinner. My father-in-law catches us at the door. He asks, “If I could bother you to kiss your wife, my poor back is not as young as it used to be in your son is getting heavier.”
We can hear him sigh as we kiss. There is a second sigh this one for my father. Apparently, he suffers from the same effect my son gave his other grandfather. Charles chuckles and asks, “Is that better my King, my Duke?”
My Dad laughs saying, “Blessed the goddess it is.”
Dinner is good, more so because of the company. We make an early evening, and take little Patrick to bed with us the poor child was exhausted and fell asleep before dinner was even finished. As always Little Patrick was the first awake, as the light of the false Dawn filled the house. Isabel takes our son to the restroom, and then we bathe together and dress for the day ahead.
Juliet takes Little Patrick at breakfast, so Isabel and I can concentrate on the enchantment of the Keep. Justin and Selena had mastered there spell to share their power with us. They cast it first and Isabel and I begin the enchantment on the Keep. The Keep is as we had created only holding the furniture that would be stored with it. The entire Keep begins to glow, from the top of each tower to base of each wall, as the enchantment runs its course the keep shrinks, is finally the size of a dollhouse when the drawbridges completely up. It was surprising that it did not take as long as I feared, and did not seem to be even as difficult as the first of the houses.
Isabel and I place her hands on the miniature drawbridge, the Keep glows as it begins to expand. Isabel and I have to step back quickly to stay out of the way. Only in a matter of moments, it is full size again. We bring the horses from the barn we have created. Bringing them into the Keep’s corral, we test the keep for the first time with something a life within. We had tested the houses with a rabbit. This would be a first for something this large. I hope that nothing goes wrong.
Isabel and I again miniaturize the Keep. The horses seem to pause, some in mid stride. They remain unmoving as the King, and Knights along with all our companions look on. Once it miniaturized, I pick it up and turn it. The Keep is quite a bit heavier than the houses, however still what one man can lift easily. We again enlarge the Keep and have to move out of the way quickly again. The horses are unharmed, and seem to be totally unaware of what have just occurred.
Justin does is discovery spell, his eyes widened before he says, “The Keep will last far, far into the future. The walls will never be able to be breached. Only when the magic is expired within the keep will finally crumble into ruins.”
The Knight who had said we are too modest, I found that his name is Jonas. Jonas says, “Truly a wonder of magic. Even the horses are not frightened. I watch one run across the corral, it stride froze and then carried forth without stumbling. That enchantment is truly a wonder to behold.”
I give Isabel a hug, before I shake Justin’s hand. Selena gives Isabel a hug, and then she hugs me as well. Father slaps me on my back and says, “Jonas spoke true, that is truly a wonder to behold. I have never seen an enchantment attempted on such a scale.” Looking at Justin father adds, “Many a master wizard, even with the help provided him would not been able to accomplish so much. Do you not think so my friend?”
Selena move beside Justin as he says, “True my King, Isabel and Julius when you return to New Cowan you will need to purchase the robes of a Master Wizard. From now on, your title is to be Master Wizard Crowned Prince Julius Cowan and Master Wizard Princess Isabel Cowan.
Isabel and I bow to Justin and Selena, and they return our bow. Laughing father says, “We are going to pull this off, this was the critical step in your plan. Bless the goddess. Our people will soon be home, our enemies will know our power to be greater than their will. A protracted war will not follow into your kingship my son.” It seems our comrades agree, and they shout a cheer.
A mist forms and out steps four elfin wizards, hundreds of years old but not looking more than a few days over thirty for a human. Looking around the senior wizard stepping up to Justin questions, “We felt great magic, unlike any other in the past. Who is the welder of such power?”
Justin speaks my title, extending his hand as he bows to me. “Master Wizard High Prince Julius Cowan, and Master Wizard Princess Isabel Cowan.”
One of the other Elven wizards taken aback says, “Power so great in one so young for human that we felt it nearly three thousand miles away.”
I worried if they felt it, perhaps so did our enemies. I suggest, “Perhaps, we should retire inside to complete our conversations.”
The senior wizard agrees, “I too feel unfriendly eyes, perhaps I may help.”
We step back as he begins to draw a symbol, it began to glow as it expand in the air. A scream heard once the symbol cover the entire area. Whomever that had been watching can no longer see what is occurring here. He says, “We are now safe from unfriendly eyes.”
I smile and say, “Thank you master wizard.”
He smiles and introduces himself. “I am Grandmaster Wizard Sparrow. Please just call me Sparrow it takes too long constantly being addressed with my full title.”
Isabel and I give him bow and I say, “I would much prefer Julius myself, and my wife Isabel.”
He extends his hand, I shake it and he says, “Well met Julius.” With a smile he asks, “Now that we are safe from unfriendly eyes could you explain?”
Isabel and I simply walk over to the Keep and place our hands both sides of the drawbridge. Again, the castle glows, as it shrinks down to the size of a toy. One of the wizards starts to object, but Justin stops him by saying, “The horses will be unharmed.”
I lift the keep, turning to face us yet again. The four elfin wizards’ eyes widened, as I waved them back and Isabel and I start the process of enlarging the keep. When the keep is again its full size, the horses snort and move around as if nothing had occurred.
The one who started to object, asks, “Sparrow how can such a thing be, any enchantment that stops time always kills.”
Sparrow looks to me and I explain with a smile, “What if the enchantment did not stop time, merely cause it to move very, very slowly. Once miniaturized the horse would take a hundred years to run across the corral. Nevertheless, it did not stop aging.”
Sparrow’s companions are opened mouth with shock. Sparrow himself recovered quickly and says, “Truly a wonder of enchanting. Perhaps it is time, that we share our knowledge many among my race believe you had nothing to add to our knowledge. However I find that is not so.” His three companions now recovered from their shock nod their head yes, agreeing with their Grand Master.
We start a long discussion, Justin, Selena, Isabel and I with our four new friends. After introducing him to father, we exchange a number of spells and enchantments. Including the one where we share power, the new enchantments for the crates, and pantry. We give them demonstration at dinnertime. Sharing in the food prepared more than two weeks before. They were as impressed with that as they were with the Keep. Flying carpets was also something new to them.
Sparrow shared the methods of blocking people from spying on you, by them using a crystal or mirror to observe what you are doing. They had a better mirror enchantment, one that allowed you to use multiple mirrors, and by use of command-words choose which mirror communication occurred. He even shared how to create a staff, something the Elven wizards have never shared before.
We had arranged for a second meeting, he was going to come to New Cowan on the winter solstice to share more spells. We agree to share with them the process of making a Patrick’s miracle pantry, and our safeguards we placed into them. We even gathered enough driftwood; too create a pantry for them. Allow them to observe our process. After all, they are our allies, and to share this enchantment would assist them as greatly as it has us.
Before Sparrow’s protection spell ended, we packed up the houses, barn, and the keep and placed them on the carpet. Father and the Knights took them back to New Cowan. Our Elfin counterparts were little more than surprised that the houses were the same. They watched in wonder as we cleaned the area, and returned it back to the state we founded in, except we left the horses. This would be a good place for them to spend their remaining years.
Once we completed our work. Sparrow says, “Perhaps humans have truly changed. We always hoped you would be kinder to our world. You show greater respect to it than your ancestors did.”
I smile and say, “It is not just our world. It belongs to our children and their children. Humans have shorter lives; perhaps we only gotten to the point where we realize that.”
Sparrow and his companion smile he says, “Even though, we have the time to contemplate such things even among our people few see that. You are wiser than most.”
Isabel and I kiss and we glow as always, sparrow’s eyes widened and his hand is quickly to his left shoulder. His companions look startled, as they too grabbed body parts. Once we break, Sparrow asks, “What is this magic you have not shared? It may be as great as any other you shown.”
Isabel is always quick to state, “It is the gift of the goddess Aphrodite. Not a spell or enchantment that we can teach.”
Sparrow smiles sadly and says, “It is been a millennia since any of our people were gifted by the goddess.”
Ruth now adds, “Prince Julius and Princess Isabel share with our people their gift, every Wednesday when they are in New Cowan they are in the temple of Aphrodite, they set behind the screen that allows the glow to pass through it. They tried to hide their identity but all know who the messengers of the goddess are. They will not allow tribute demanded, saying love is to be given freely.”
Sparrow chuckles and says, “Perhaps they are wiser than you know, the goddess would withdraw her gift if it was abused.” Isabel smiles in return. The elves cast the spell to return to their home with their pantry in hand. The field exactly as we found it, the horses having wondered on. We leave Fox Island on the carpet with our companions and set our course for New Cowan.

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Playing Wifey

Sitting at the traffic light my left foot taps the car’s floor anxiously while my other foot holds break. Seemingly the only thing restraining my extreme sexual desires. All day I’ve been looking forward to getting home before my girl friend. I generally finish work at least an hour before her. And I need that hour to indulge in my hobby. Or fetish. What ever you choose to call it. She would not support my fixation, and especially my intentions. I had to get home and check my email.
Not just any email. My secret account, which I’ve been using to solicit nude pictures of men I’ve met on craigslist. I have been using the “casual encounters” section of the site to post pictures of myself wearing women’s panties. Indicating my desire to trade pictures of me for pictures of men, their cocks and thier wives. The amount of replies my slim, petite, frame adorned in sexy panties attracted was impressive. All sorts of men wanted to fuck me. And they weren’t shy about telling me so. Its just too bad for them I never intended to meet with any of them. To be fair, in my add I never mentioned meeting, just trading pics. Or course these men wanted more. I can’t blame them. My ass was very sexy. I had a short boyish figure at 5’7″, 120 lbs on a good day. Though I had a supple ass that was very tantalizing in panties.
Though my adds did just fine supplying me with fresh nude pics, I still liked to search craigslist for people with similar fetishes. One afternoon I came Across this add:
Seeking Hot Twink to Dress in my Wifes Panties – 45 – Chicago
I was intrigued. I wanted to know more.
Opening the link the add stated:
The title pretty much says it all.
I can host. You dress in my wife’s clothes and we’ll see where things go.
There were a few pics attached. A pic of various panty styles, and a full body shot of the host. He had a thick build. Appearing to be big and manly though not muscular. His cock was a thick piece of meat.
My imagination went wild. Picturing me raiding his wife’s panty drawer, prancing around in her clothes. How sexy! But there was this man who posted the add to contend with as well. His add was ambiguous, stating I could try on his wife’s clothes, but I know when he sees me he will want more than just to look. After looking at that cock of his I’m starting to think that may be quite fun, and sexy.
So I replied:
Hi
I’m very slim, usually where a medium size panty. I’d love to dress up and dance for you. Put on your wife’s dresses and skirts, sexy panties, give you a little show, sit on your lap and feel that hard on. The thought of wearing your wife’s clothes really turns me on!
I attached a few of my sexiest pics to further entice this hunk. In minutes I received a reply.
You have a nice body. I think you’ll fit in my wife’s clothes. Actually she’s my ex now. What’s your shoe size?
And so our correspondence began. We emailed back and forth for an hour. Talking about our fetishes and fantasies. From what he told me his divorce wasn’t final yet. It seemed that he was upset about the way things ended with his wife, and he saw this as an opportunity to get back at her. Having a man come and dress in her clothes while she was at work and seduce her husband.
Seeing as how I live with my girlfriend, and she would be home soon, my window of sexual freedom for the night was rapidly dwindling. I sent one last message:
Have to go, but I’ll be dreaming of that fat cock of yours! Did your wife suck your cock? I’d love to see your member in action!
I signed off and resumed my straight male life.
I spent all night rolling around with and uncomfortable erection. Dreaming of dressing up and going a step further. Indulging in my oral fixation and going down on that fat cock. All day at work I kept thinking of his dick. Just sitting around in torment, thinking of the possible emails waiting for me. When the clock struck 5, I was gone. In my car and zipping home. I burst in the door, dropped my bag, threw down the keys and quickly sat down in front of the computer. Opening my secretive porn mail I saw six new messages. Some from new and old men wanting my ass, but two from my new friend. I decided to open them in the order received.
She didn’t suck me too often. Thinks she’s too good for it. I liked to fuck her with her clothes on. Skirts, tights, panties that kind of thing.
Here’s a video of her sucking me. Hope you can do better!
I clicked the link. It went to his personal sight where the video was hidden.
The vid was shot with him, John, sitting on the couch nude. The camera perched over his shoulder. His wife on her knees between his legs. She was leaning forward with her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking. Up and down the thick length. She lowered her mouth down to his head and began pumping it with her lips. It was a pretty crappy blow job. The kind you expect from a teen girl sucking her first cock. But she kept at it. Pumping his shaft, letting her lips lightly touch his head. You could see his breathing get more short and ragged. His hips bucking, trying to get deeper in her mouth, but she refused. John grunted and moaned indicating his imminent orgasm. His wife pulled her mouth off and pumped with only one hand. I got a good look at her face in that brief moment. She was homely, with brown hair, a wide nose and plain features. John grunted and pushed as she stroked him. His hips drew back, his back arched, he shot a big thick spurt of cum into the air. Several more shots erupted and landed on all over his naked body.
God, I was hard. Seeing her make him blow that big with a crumby bj/hj, I was hot thinking of how big I could make him cum with a real bj. Though, honestly I had never been with a man before. This was the closest I had come. Just talking to a man about sex and hearing about what he wanted to do to me.
I opened his next message:
Hope you liked my video! I’ll be home alone all day tomorrow. Come visit me. We can have some fun!
Included in the message were his address and phone number.
Overly excited I impulsively replied:
Oh wow! Thanks for the vid! Do you always cum that much!? I can’t wait to see you shoot! When can I come over?
During our short exchange I made my plan. I was going to leave for work tomorrow morning, then call in sick and go meet John instead. My gf shouldn’t suspect a thing. It was a long night. In the morning I showered and shaved all the hair I could, without things seeming weird to girlfriend.
I pulled into Johns driveway. Sitting in my car I contemplated the weight of my actions. I was being unfaithful to girl friend, if she knew I would never be forgiven. But this was a part of me, something I needed to explore at least this once. I exited the car. His house was a nice two story suburban home. Nicely manicured lawn, trees, flower beds, the works. I approached his unassuming front door and knocked, initiating the lose of my innocence. Immediately I had the instinct to bolt. Just turn and run to my car. But I had come too far and wanted this too badly. I could hear him approaching the door. My heart pounding in my chest.
The door swung open to reveal a burly, mature man. He was tall, taller than me, 6 foot at least. Broad shoulders. Brown hair with bits of grey streaking the sides. Looking down on me he smiled broadly. “Nice to finally meet you, Chris.” He extended his big manly hand. I gripped his hand, and squeaked hello. His other hand clasped my shoulder and drew me inside.
His house was neat and clean inside. Releasing my hand he moved he cupped my face in one big, rough palm. He turned my face toward his. “Your cute. Not too masculine.”
“Thanks.” I replied sheepishly, dropping my eyes again.
“Relax, sweet heart. This will be fun. We don’t have to go too fast.” I nodded my head, feeling rather uncertain. “Lets go upstairs and you can see my wife’s collection.”
I tried to explain, “Sorry, I’m just nervous. Never done this before.” I felt comfortable relating to him. “Being dishonest with my girlfriend is wearing on me.”
He extended his arm across my shoulders angling me toward the stairs. “But if feels so good to indulge in fantasy. I’m sure you’ve had these feelings for a long time, just like me. Its time we enjoyed them.” John walked me upstairs and guided me into his bedroom. The room opened to the left, with the head of the bed against the left wall. There was a door in the far right corner of the room leading to a master bath. On the right wall close to the door was a long, low dresser. He left me and approached the dresser. “Come explore.” John said in a dubious tone, after sliding the top drawer open.
I approached.
My eyes feasted on the treasure trove of panties before me. I started getting hard seeing all the lace, cotton, silk, variously colored and styled panties.
“You can wear what ever you want.” John told me, “This is all about you feeling sexy.”
I let my hands dive into the drawer, sorting through this magnificent collection. “I can wear anything?”
“Absolutely. There are skirts, tops, and lingerie in the other drawers and shoes in the closet. I’ll be down stairs when you feel comfortable.” And with that he walked to the hallway. Pausing in the door he said, “Oh, and I left some things for you in the bathroom.” He gave me a wry smile, winked, and shut the door. Curious, I made my way to the bathroom, my interest piqued. Standing in the door to the bathroom I found his gifts. On the counter was a brunette wig and makeup. I walked in and approached the wig. Stroking the fine hair I new this would make my crossdressing fantasy complete. Well, almost.
I striped my clothes. Standing in front of the large bathroom mirror I admired my boyish figure. Narrow shoulders, slim arms, andas of this morning, hairless. I took the wig and positioned it upon my head. It took some adjusting, turning, moving back and forth, but eventually it fit. And looked quite convincing. My new hair was very straight, the bangs were cut in a stylish arch over my eyes. I looked like a teen girl. I began looking through the make-up. Having never used make-up before I really didn’t know where to start. Lip stick is always sexy, so I selected and nice red shade and began applying it to my upper lip. It did look sexy. I decided to leave it at that for now.
Returning to the panty drawer, I came back to a silky zebra print tanga I’d seen earlier. It felt smooth and sexy in my fingers, white, with a purple zebra pattern and black lace around the waist and leg openings. I set them out on the dresser, there were other things to put on first. Drawing a lacy little string out of the drawer I slipped it around my waist. The black garter belt fit snugly. Its ribbons hung down my thighs, searching for a pair of thigh highs. Finding a pair I sat down on the bed and slipped them on my legs. Standing, I attached the garters to the buttons on the ornate, lacy black cuff of the stockings. With the panties in hand I slipped them over everything. The silk felt marvelous on my hairless body. They fit so sensuously between ample little cheeks.
Rummaging through the drawers again I found a nice, simple dress. It was short and slim, with spaghetti straps. Its dark purple color complimented my fair skin well. I slipped it over my head, making a note to dress first before applying a wig and make-up, next time. I turned cirlces, admiring myself in the full body mirror. Damn, I looked hot. Like so many young sluts I’d seen flaunting their bodies in public. Then I remembered, I had a man waiting for me. I wonder what he’ll think of me? A sly grin on my face, I needed one last touch; shoes.
In the closet I found many different shoes, I just wanted something simple. I selected a pair black leather heals with little straps that attach around the ankles. I put them on and awkwardly made my way to the door.
John was waiting for me in the living room. I found him sitting on the couch drinking a beer. When he saw me, his eyes widened, a look of pleasant surprise flashed across his face. I noticed something in his eyes; lust. That quickly he wanted to fuck me!
“You look amazing!” he said, rising from the couch.
“You think so?” I asked, trying to keep voice low and demure with out being overly feminine.
“Oh absolutely!” his hand found my hip and lightly encouraged me to turn around. He let out a low whistle as he gawked at my ass. The dress was short, barely long enough to reach the top of the stockings on my upper thighs. I bent at the waist, putting my hands on my knees, to give John a better view. He leaned back trying to see more. Suddenly I felt his hand on my inner thigh. His finger tips slowly and deliberately sliding their way up. John’s hand found my panty covered crotch, lingered for a second before his finger found traced its way between my cheeks. He pressed once on my hole and withdrew.
The whole encounter left me feeling like a lightening bolt had struck the tip of my penis. My mind was fuzzy, reeling with the reality of what was happening. It took me a second to recover. When I did a new personality had swept over me. I was no longer a boy dressed as a girl. I was a girl. A dirt little slut, ready to please a man for the first time.
John had moved to the couch, looking at me he patted the cushion next to him. But I knew where my seat was. I moved into position in front of him, put my knee in between his and pushed his legs open. Standing, I left my hands explore my body. Pushing the dress in between my legs, caressing my little tits. Resting my hands on my hips, gyrating very sexually, I lowered my ass down to my heels, knees together, pointing right at John. I slid my hands out to my knees and opened my legs wide. John’s cock jumped, his thin shorts doing nothing to hide it, when he saw his wife’s panties clinging to my hairless mound.
Moving forward I crawled my way up his body until I was straddling him. My dress pulled up my thighs, barely covering my ass, my panties on display for John.
“Do I really look sexy, hun?” I asked trying to sound like I was his wife. But John was past talking. One hand slipped around the back of my head and pulled me mouth to his. He kissed me long and deep. His tongue exploring my mouth, I could taste the beer on his breath. But I didn’t care, I was swept away in his passionate kiss. His other hand found my ass and gyrated me against his hard cock, I could feel it rubbing against my ass cheeks. God damn, it was big! Our arms entwined, tongues mingling, passion overriding us both. We laid down on the couch. John on top of me, dry humping me. Showing me his strokes. I slid my hand down and grabbed his cock. I had to see this wild beast. My hand did nothing to stop his thrusting.
He broke our kiss and pushed himself up onto his knees. Griping his shirt he pulled it up over his head in one motion. Revealing his broad chest and burly frame. His body covered in wispy brown hair. My legs still wrapped around his lower thighs, his cock still tenting the little shorts. His hand moved to the waist band.
“Wait.” I interceded, “Let me.” Pushing myself up I reversed my position. Now on my hands and knees, staring directly at the top of his tent. I reached one very nervous hand up to his waist band. This was it, the moment of truth. I slowly pulled his shorts down. The band running along his hard-on, pushing it down. The band was almost to his knees before his cock sprung free. Pointing right at my face. It was magnificent.
Big and thick, with an enormous mushroom head. It looked as if it were carved from marble. A work of art, encapsulating all the greatest qualities of a perfect penis. A master’s finest work, curling up only slightly. His throbbing shaft pulsing with veins. The large head pushing the boundaries of the shaft, a warriors helmet, ready to thrust its way to victory. The perfect rim broken only on the underside by a chiseled wedge pointing to his hole. A picturesque drop of precum poised on his tip. That was the first thing I licked.
His cum was sweet but manly. He moaned as I licked at his hole, pushing into it with my tongue. My hot breath caressing his shaft, I was overwhelmed with desire. All the porno I’ve seen, all the blowjobs, all heightening my anticipation of this moment. I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. Leaning forward ever so slightly I let his engorged cock slide into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around his shaft so his entire head rested in my mouth. I held him there, savoring his manly cock head in my mouth. It was like a delectable stawberry ripe with juice, just waiting to be sucked dry.
I began sliding my tongue back and forth under his head. “Ooooooo, baby! Aaahhhhhh!” John moaned.
Moving one hand up this thigh I began caressing his balls while I sucked him. Pushing my mouth further down on his shaft. His massive cocksliding its way into my mouth. At the precipice on my throat, less than half his cock fitting into my mouth,I pulled back, now beginning to go back and forth on his shaft. My lips sliding up his cock, stopping at his head, and plunging down again. Each time letting him penetrate my throat a little more. I was in bliss sucking his cock, moving at my own pace.
John pulled his hips back, withdrawing his dick from my mouth with a wet SMACK! Poised on my hands and knees, mouth held in an “O” shape, longing to be filled. John sat back on the couch, puting his feet on the ground. “Why don’t you get on you knees, hun.” I crawled over and staddled him again, kissing him on the mouth. I slid down between his legs letting his cock drag against my body. Finding myself kneeling between his legs, his cock at attention before me, I grabbed it and began licking it from base to tip. “Ooooooo, yeah baby! Suck it for me!” Opening my mouth I let him back in. This time using my tongue to push his cock against the roof of my mouth. Slurping, I moved my head up and down. “Yeah! Yeah! Don’t stop!” John moaned between breaths.
His hand found the back of my head and held me down on his cock. Not letting me up past the halfway point of his cock but pushing be down closer and closer to his balls. Filling with semen, his cock swelled to enormous proportions. He grunted and groaned, his breath ragged and quick.
“Yeah baby! Yeah! Don’t stoooooooooppp!”
With that last breath his orgasm broke from his control. John’s hips bucking off the couch, his cock penetrating deeper into my mouth. The first spurt shot out and hit the back of my throat, leaving a trail on my tongue. I wanted to stop and taste his thick creamy cum but his hand on my head continued to move my mouth up and down on his cock milking more of his hot cum. The piece of chiseled stone in my mouth kept erupting in big hot bursts like some lustfully choreographed fountain head. I tried to swallow but the volume was too much and his cum began leaking from my mouth, dripping down his shaft.
Eventually his hand eased off the back of my head and his butt returned to the couch cushions. Sucking lustfully along the length of his cock I pulled his member from my mouth, keeping my mouth open to show him the pool of cum waiting to be swallowed.
“Oh yeah, baby. Swallow Papa’s load!”
I did as I was told. Sealing my lips and swallowing with one big gulp. I gathered the dribbling cum off my chin with my finger and licked it off. “Your cum is soooooo good, hun.” I told him. Grabbing his cock I began licking and kissing it. He was still hard.
“God, you love sucking dick, don’t you?” John asked.
“I never blew one before. I always imagined how hot it would be.”
“You were amazing!”
“Your cock makes me so hot!” I replied from between his his legs, looking up into his eyes. There was still lust there, a look that told me there was more he wanted to do to me.
John sat up straight, pulling his cock away from me. He leaned forward and grabbed my arms below the shoulder. He stood up and brought me with him. Towering over me, our bodies rubbing against each other he kissed me deep again. His tongue mingling with mine. I knew he could taste his cum in my mouth.
“Come upstairs.” He said, “There’s something I want to show you.” John took me by the hand and led me the the stairs. He stopped at the foot and moved to the side. Waving his hand he indicated I was to go first, but what awaited me and tight, virgin body, up there?

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Easter Bunnies

I get a call in the small hours of Easter morning from my best friend’s daughter. She’s stuck at a frat party with two of her friends and is getting scared. I rush to help her out and find them drunk and all dressed in bunny outfits.

Don’t Tell Mommy | Part One

Part One – The first day of summer
June 21st, 2011. The first day of summer, a day I will never forget. It was on that day, for the first time ever, that I felt sexually aroused when overhearing my daughter masturbate.
This story begins before that day, as I later found out and will soon discuss, but let’s start here.