Unedited and not beta'd
My first two days of writing for NaNo
6 years ago…
Captain Jonathan “Jack” O’Neil was walking slowly home from the bar, thinking hard on the last fight that he and his wife Sara had had… when he hears a woman cry out and the sounds of a struggle. As he moves towards the noise, he hears her scream… “SPARKY!” then louder “SPARKY” then with fear heavy in her tone, “SPARKY!!!!” never hearing a dog he moves quick and silent towards the struggle. He then hears a coarse male voice say, “Where’s your Sparky now Bitch?” and jumps into action.
He states loud and clear, “I’m right here,” as he rushes the man as he lunges for the woman, knocking him back before he can get his hands on her: then, he fakes left and turns right swinging his leg high into a high side kick that knocks the man flat unconscious. He bends down, pulls loose the attackers belt and ties him up with it while asking quietly, “Are you Ok Ma’am?” Slowly so he didn’t scare her any further he straitens up and moves closer to her; visually checking her out he sees several bruises and long scratches he asks softly, “Is there someone I can call for you? Do you want to go to the hospital?” At that same instant he heard running feet and a dog growling low, turning around and placing himself between the woman and whatever was approaching he sees, the Company C commander Lt. Colonel Jerimy Johnson running towards him baseball bat in hand with his big black akita, Sparky leading the way free of his leash and looking for blood.
Sparky leaps on top of the prisoner teeth exposed and growling low and mean in a very threatening /warning manner he growls into the now awake and terrified prisoners face as his owner demands harshly, “Captain O’Neil… Report!”
“I don’t know everything that went on Sir, only that she started screaming for Sparky, she sounded really scared. When I got closer I heard him threaten her... I stopped him from grabbing hold of her and took him down. I was about to call the MP’s when you came up. I’m not sure if she’s ok Sir, she’s got a lot of bruises a few scrapes and cuts, but she hasn’t spoken a word since I intervened.”
Colonel Johnson steps closer and asks gently, “Lt. Hunter, are you alright?”
Jack’s jaw dropped in astonishment, not believing what he’d just heard, that kid, she’s in the Air Force, she couldn’t be more than 12 or 14 he’d bet money on it. He asks confused, “Sir? She’s just a kid.”
“She may be just 16 Captain, but she is a member of this United States Air Force. Let’s get her to my place then we can talk.”
He moves closer and observes her for a moment noting that she was studying her attackers face intently, and then says, “Dee do you know that man?”
In a soft voice slightly hoarse from screaming she finally answers, “That’s what I was trying to figure out Sir, but honestly I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before. How/Why could he have followed me all the way from Virginia doing this and I have never seen him?”
At that moment the Colonel’s wife arrives bringing the MP’s with her stating, “Jerimy is she alright? I called the MP’s when you and Sparky ran out the door.”
The colonel says, “Mary… She’s ok. A bit scared and bruised but Captain O’Neil here came in the nick of time and saved the day.”
After the MP’s loaded him the car, with Sparky supervising the entire time then one of them walked over to the Colonel who was standing nearby while his wife mothered the young woman and said, “Sir we are going to have to get statements from everyone involved.”
“Very good Sergeant: Can you come by my home to get them? I think it would be easier on the Lieutenant if we didn’t traumatize her any more tonight by forcing her to go down to the Provosts Office.”
“No problem Sir, say in about an hour?”
“Thank you Sergeant. That will be fine.”
A little later at the Colonel’s house:
While listening to his wife Mary taking care of Hunter, the colonel seeing the confusion on the young captain’s face states quietly, “Go ahead Captain; I’m sure you have questions.”
“Sir, what the hell is going on? She is just a kid, how can she be in the Air Force? Who the hell was that man? And why the hell was she yelling for your dog?”
“She is 2nd Lt. Diana Hunter, she entered the Air Force by judicial order after her guardian, the Commonwealth of Virginia decided they didn’t care what she wanted to do, and they emancipated her at the tender age of 15. She CLEP’d enough college classes that she walked away after only one semester with two associates’ degrees and a bachelor’s degree in Network Security. Through all of the studying and test taking though she’d been having some problems, someone following her, making crank calls, breaking into her apartment: so she called the police, like any other woman would have. They couldn’t find any evidence and decided she was just a hysterical teenager. It all came to a head about 8 months ago; she was walking past an air force recruiter’s office near her home when someone tried to snatch her off the street. General Jacob Carter who had just stopped to talk to the officer in charge of that office thwarted the kidnap attempt. After saving her, he listened to her story, unlike the police he believed her, and then offered a possible solution to the lack of control she had over her life. Join the air force, learn self defense and help your country all at the same time. His own daughter had just gone to the academy the day before… he pulled some strings, got her background and education cleared then filed the papers to get the judicial appointment for her. She CLEP’d through the academy too. They weren’t going to let her through the academy so easily but she passed every test they put her through. Physical, knowledge, stress it didn’t matter, the girl was determined. I got her 4 months ago, a brand new brilliant 2nd Lt. with absolutely no experience. 3 months ago we figured out she had a stalker that had not only followed her from Virginia, but was tracking her here on base.”
“How’d this come about sir?”
“You remember the 4th of July picnic we had here?” When Jack nodded he continued, “, It was, I don’t know maybe 12:30 or so in the morning everyone had left and Sparky was out in the yard, he went all kinds of crazy barking, growling and finally jumping the gate frantic to get at something… I went to see what was going on… god knows rabies was bad and I didn’t want him mixing it up with a rabid coon or fox. I found him standing guard and being very protective over an unconscious young woman: That young woman. When she came around, I asked her what had happened. She’d gone out for a jog preparing for the all company marathon when someone jumped her in the dark; she thinks she might have screamed once before the lights went out, the next thing she knew she was waking up on the ground with Sparky and me standing over her. I figure she called out to Sparky tonight because she knew he’d respond if he could. I usually leave him out in the yard till 1am or so. I heard her out and finally decided on a plan to trap this freak. I arranged with the Provost to have MPs on her 24/7 in hopes of catching him… but he was onto that real quick, didn’t show the entire time they were with her. The Provost pulled them off of her 3 weeks ago; the attacks started up again right away. He called her cell, called her desk, called the company and even broke into her room at the B.O.Q. and left her a present that is, if a dead rat arranged pornographically on her bed qualifies as a present.
“How? Do you think that the person behind this is military?”
“I think that the man behind this has been in the military, either dishonorably discharged or possibly medically discharged. That piece of crap you captured tonight… he isn’t even a main player in this, he is just too stupid he has to be just a pawn.”
“I’ve got her scheduled to join your unit for hand-to-hand and unarmed training. Captain I know Special Forces is no place for a woman and there is no chance in hell that she’ll be assigned there…but I want her trained as well as any other member of your team, if not better.”
“Sir I’ve got no problem training her, but the men are going to give her a hard time though.”
“She’s been given nothing but a hard time by the members of each unit she’s worked with since joining and has never once complained. She knows how to handle it. She doesn’t expect special treatment because of her age or gender Captain; she just wants a fair shake.”
Jack nods his head in the direction of the doorway to warn the Colonel that the women were reentering the room. Jack ever considerate of the fairer sex, walks over and helps the young lady to a chair, then squats down beside it and asks gently, “How are you doing?”
She smiles, eyes glittering with unshed tears and says, “I’m fine sir, really. I think I gave myself most of these bruises and cuts trying to get away. Next time I won’t run. I swear I wasn’t near as afraid of him till I started running.”
The Colonel seeing the MP standing hesitantly in the doorway asks for his benefit, “Tell me what happened!”
“I was at the gym Sir working out, I got this real creepy feeling, something there or someone there was literally making my skin crawl. Since there were only 6 people there tonight I decided to finish my workout up by jogging back to the BOQ. I hadn’t even made it to the theater when I realized I was being followed. I was hoping to run into an MP patrol so I started running instead of jogging but so did they/or he. I panicked and started running crazy: for a while I couldn’t figure out where I was, I just kept pushing myself faster and faster then when I passed the park I realized where I was. I started down this street hoping I’d find Sparky still out in the yard. He’s helped me before, I hoped he would again. I was almost here too when the man jumped out in-front of me… Sir he couldn’t have been the man I was running from… no way he could have gotten around me; not the way I was running. He reached out to grab me and I started screaming for Sparky. He… He taunted me… Where’s your Sparky now he said… that’s when this man here jumped into it… He said he was Sparky, and took the man down with a fake out and a well placed side kick to the head. The rest you know.”
Looking over to the MP standing just inside the doorway taking notes he asks, “Did you get all that: Anything else Sergeant?”
“No sir… That was all I needed. I do suggest however that considering her bruises that she be taken to the hospital and checked out just as a precaution.
Today…
General George S. Hammond was sitting in the conference room tapping his fingers impatiently while waiting for his best off world team to take their seats for this impromptu briefing. He knew his team and they were all going to have fits over these new presidential orders. Finally after they were all seated, “New orders from the President came down today… starting immediately all SG off world teams will consist of: A military leader, A scientific liaison, A linguistic expert, A strong military operative, and A bridge between all of the above that has also had the benefit of espionage training.”
Colonel Jack O’Neil protests, “Sir SG1 is fine as it is. We work as a well oiled machine throwing anyone else in will throw off the balance. Besides I think I qualify as espionage trained.”
“Protest as much as you like Jack… I did, and to no avail. The President is not going to change his mind on this new setup. In addition to a new team member for each of our 14 SG teams, there are also new and improved quarters and new equipment. Each team has a suite of rooms… private quarters situated around a large sitting/recreation room. Each team also has their own locker room… SG teams no longer share. What is SG1’s stays SG1’s… etc. Your new digs are level 29, section Alpha, suite One.”
Daniel asks while listening to Jack rant, “Sir, what do you know about our new team member?”
“She is very well trained, I am not at liberty to reveal what her most recent assignments have been, let’s just say they require a clearance that even you don’t have, or permission from that officer if they’ve been declassified.”
Jack goes off again, “Don’t have clearance; General my clearance is about as high as they go… What the hell is going on here? Who is this woman?”
At that precise moment he hears in a sweet soft slightly southern accented voice, “Well hello Sparky… remember me?”
He spins around in disbelief, “Dee!!!! My god! It’s you! Where’d you come from? Where’ve you been?”
While he’s rambling in two syllable sentences Daniel looks over at Sam and says, “You get the feeling they know each other?”
Sam replies with a huge grin, “I don’t know about him, but I know her.” Then looking over at the woman, “Hey Dee, how are things back in DC?”
She replies as Jack ushers her to a seat next to his, “Politically or for real? Weather sucks, crime is getting worse especially drug trafficking and murders. Politically it’s about the same, backbiting, two timing, murders and drug trafficking.”
Jack asks suddenly, “Did the marines see you come in?”
“Yeah a couple of them escorted me in from the tarmac… well from where I had to land my helicopter. Why?”
Jack says nothing but holds his hand up doing a count down 5, 4, 3, 2, as he hits 1 everyone hears pounding feet and the conference room door gets flung open and Major Robert Makepeace looks around identifying each person in the room then, spotting her (me) says, “I didn’t believe them… but I had to come find out for myself. I thought you were dead! How the hell did you get out of Kuwait? We saw the bombs hit, we went through the rubble.”
I look over to the General, “Sorry Sir… is it ok if Robert stays for the briefing? We’ve worked together before and there is some stuff he needs to know.”
The General almost out of patience nods and orders, “Major, take a seat!”
Robert Makepeace pulls a chair up close beside hers and waits impatiently for the briefing to continue.
“SG1 meet Lt. Colonel Diana Hunter. Colonel, you know Jack O’Neil the other members of SG1 are Major Samantha Carter, Doctor Daniel Jackson and Teal’C.”
Daniel in disbelief, “Sir she can’t be more than 20 years old? No offense Colonel.”
“I am in fact 29 years old Dr. Jackson. I have a Doctorate in Biology and a Bachelors in Physics and Ancient Languages as wells as a Masters in Network Security. I know 21 languages and almost as many sub-dialects. Age is not a factor.”
“Age equates experience in most areas of our society. What did you do graduate high school at 12?”
“I actually graduated high school at 14; CLEP’d 3 degrees at college by 14 1/2, and then did the equilivant at the Air Force Academy by 16. I’ve since gone back and added to and earned more but those listed are the most relevant for this briefing.”
Teal’C asks in his somber totally serious way, “Your young age precludes experience in the Tau’ri military. What are you qualifications that make you beneficial to this team?”
“Mr. Teal’C, My military training has been extensive as both of these men can testify. Sparky trained me in hand-to-hand when I was at my first posting. Later on I was added to the roster when Robert and his team of recon marines went through field and operations training. Right after I went to Desert Storm with those same marines. They thought I’d died there because the enemy dropped half a dozen bombs on the building that I’d had to take cover in. It took me 3 weeks to cross into safe territory. They shipped me to Germany then to Greece, then finally to Texas for more training with Delta Force Team 1. Then I went to Pensacola and trained with the Navy Seals, then I was … was…”
I look over to the General when he nods I continue quietly, “All of that was Top Secret and need to know…but what I am about to tell you, and I’ve been given special permission to do this by the president himself, can go no further than these walls… For the last 2 1/2 years I’ve been what is known in military circles as the Presidents Man. His special operative: If someone needed saving or capturing and using the Seals or Delta force would give it too much media… he’d call me in. Same goes for removal. In the last 912 days that’s 2 ½ years I’ve been on more than 500 different missions.”
Jack in shock asks hoarsely, “The Presidents Man, I thought that was a myth.”
“Not a myth. I can attest to that. It’s been very challenging work. When not overseas doing whatever, I’ve had the privilege of working up an expose on enemies to the state/country. The biggest of these one Senator Kinsey compromised me on my last mission making it impossible for me to continue in that position. The president showing his continued favor sent me here to help with the next big transition he has planned for this program.”
Teal’C, “I think that your diminutive stature would be a detriment to the team.”
“Actually my size allows for a lot of surprises. Almost all men can’t believe that I can take care of myself. They usually find out it’s just the opposite. I’ve been doing nothing but taking care of myself since I was 15; once in a while early on it required help, but not so much lately. Later on if you like we can work out.”
Jack and Robert both start protesting, “Dee, he’s got a Goa’uld symbiot inside him… it gives him unbelievable strength and speed.”
Looking sadly at both of them I say, “Size, age and biological extra’s aren’t everything gentlemen and we will just be sparring.”
Sam asks, “What plans does the President have for the SGC?”
“His plan for far in the future is to make the SGC a stand alone global organization free of the umbrella that the U.S. Air Force gives it. He wants it to become what it really is, a world protection agency. To that end he wants each team to be able to handle any… and I do mean any situation that they can end up in.” As the two men start speaking at once again I continue, “I know you’ve handled just about everything thrown at you already and remarkably well I might add, but think… now the Goa’uld know about us, they want to get here. The NID know about them, and they want control of this organization. They have an agenda gentlemen and it’s all of their own. They hid it behind the government and Kinsey but its way outside of anything they know about. But to top that, a splinter cell of the NID that’s calling themselves ‘the Chosen’ and is 20 times worse. They have their own agenda which I’ve not got a clue about I might add, and world wide financial backing. I recently was able to interrupt an arms shipment of theirs, I don’t suppose you are missing 35 or 40 staff weapons and 20 zats are you?”
When no one answers, “I didn’t think so. I suspect they’ve found a way off world and are running their shipments across earth and back out to wherever it is they need them: To where they’ve got an off-world base.”
General Hammond in shocked disbelief asks, “40 Staff weapons? Are you sure?”
“Yes sir I am positive. After taking possession of these weapons I shipped them to my headquarters and checked them over carefully. When my mission was compromised I had them specially boxed and shipped here. They should arrive by special courier tomorrow.”
The General in utter shock asks, “Special Courier?”
“Yes sir, Special Courier, the 13 field operatives chosen to join the SGC.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Blogging and FanFiction and NaNoWriMo
Can't seem to remember why I stopped posting last years effort for the NaNo contest but for those interested it was 5000 words or so short and its posted on my yahoo group if you want to read it. I hope to do much better this year and actually get the 50k words.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Chapter 4 ancient Power
ANCIENT POWER ANCIENT HERITAGE by Diana The Huntresss
Chapter 4 –Familial Connection Confirmed
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“My lord,” Saxon intones carefully, “It’s true. I’ve tested the potion and the blood several times. I also tested the blood using some of my own methods. You are indeed related to this young woman. Well if the blood in the vial was hers anyhow. I performed the standard Familial Relationship test and it’s positive. Then I brewed my own Relationship Determiner potion and the Ancestry potion; they both show that you are her Great Grandfather.”
RotBR – RotBR – RotBR – RotBR – RotBR – RotBR
Kaspian Rutherford had just finished his letter to The Society when a beautiful perfect little glittery black dragon with a message clutched in a claw ( it was only about a foot and a half long with a wing span a little bigger) popped into his room and settled in front of him on the desk. As he watched in astonishment the dragon reached down then held out the message to him in an imperious manner. Kaspian still stunned at the appearance of a dragon in his room didn’t respond until the dragon addressed him in parseltongue, “Are you going to take your message Sir?”
Kaspian responded in astonishment, “You speak? Wow… Yes of course I’ll take the message. Who is it from?”
“Of course I speak Mr. Kaspian. My master wanted an intelligent familiar that he could have conversations with. He assured me that you too would enjoy conversation with me and that I was permitted to speak. His letter explains everything Mr. Kaspian. Read it if you will, then I will answer the questions that I can before I make my return.”
Agreeing Kaspian opens the message…
Dear Mr. Rutherford,
I do hope this message finds you well. It’s come to my attention that many facts about your family have been kept from you, since those that are suppose to inform and advise you have not I have taken as my duty to do so.
Mr. Potter you have a half sister; included are three potions and blood from the young woman to help prove this to you. She was born of a soul bond that was formed by your father Keldrick Rutherford, with 4 other men called a Pentiad Bond. Your sister was born of the Pentiad bond. This bond was formed while they were still in school and was disapproved of by the Headmaster. He interfered in their relationship trying to break it up… eventually causing Keldrick Rutherford and one other in the bond to have civil marriages outside their bond so as to not lose their inheritances. You were born of this civil bond. It was legal and binding and from what I saw of it… Your father and mother did have a loving relationship and you were wanted and loved; don’t think otherwise. If you father hadn’t formed the soul bond I do believe he would have bonded with Dahlia anyway, they always had a very close relationship once he stopped being an arrogant git. Keldrick and Dahlia adored you never feel that you were a burden or unwanted.
Your sister went missing the same night that you were orphaned. She’d been left home with one of her fathers, Dragorian Windemere, because she’d been sick, while the others went to a special Samhain Festival at the Bureau of Magical Affairs. Windemere was found murdered by the soul devouring curse… she was missing. No sign was ever found of her. Caleb Kinkaide was unable to search for her because well… he discovered his murdered mate and missing daughter then went to check on your father; he found Keldrick and Dahlia dead and you injured; I think his shock went very deep. Kiano wouldn’t let him have you, which might have prevented his rampage against Murphy and you know the rest. He was sent to Durband Bastile without a trial for 12 years and broke out to save you from Murphy. To my knowledge he never found his daughter. I know her remaining fathers searched for her extensively and spared no expense for the first year after her disappearance. Then another of her father’s was killed … even her Grandmother Majesta Kinkaide participated in this endeavor since her son was unable to being in prison. It was in fact this Pentiad bond that helped Kinkaide get back in his mother’s good graces. The Kinkaide’s followed the old ways and refused to listen to that interfering white bearded old fool. Unfortunately those that didn’t listen to him suffered for their “impertinence”. Kiano owes both of you much for his petty interference in your lives.
When you’ve performed the tests and wish to discuss the situation you may send your owl to me. Mr. Rutherford I do not hate you and never have. Kiano demanded the behavior that I displayed or he’d turn me over to the Bureau as a Katarii. I have no wish to waste my life in Bastile. I would have treated you with the proper respect due to any person if not for him. I am sure by now that you know of my true allegiance, and I’ll even confirm it: I am loyal to Heru~Gurtha who is not the person portrayed to the world by the media and Kiano. He did not murder your parents! Yes he was there, but had no intention of killing anyone. Both he and I are willing to discuss this with you in detail when you are willing to listen. WE want you to know the truth!
Sincerely
Saxon Stevens
Kaspian sat back and stared a nothing while contemplating the information just given to him by his former Potions Professor. His first impulse to just shred the note and ignore it but he realized that Stevens had never lied to him. No matter how much it hurt Stevens always told him the truth and had saved his life many times even if he got hurt in the process. Heru~Gurtha no matter how much pain it may cause him to admit has also never lied to him: taunted him, teased him, even withheld a few key facts upon occasion but never lied.
He pulled out a piece of parchment and started writing his response out:
Professor Stevens,
I’ve recently discovered the duplicity of the WBB and have taken several steps to let him know that I am not to be played with. I am willing to discuss this and other matters with you and your leader if you both take an oath of secrecy that will prevent you from sharing information that we discuss with anyone else without the permission of all. (The majority will not rule here… it’s all or nothing. We all agree or disagree or the information can’t be shared.) IF you and your boss are willing to take this step do so and the rest of the message will appear. If you choose not to then I thank you for the information that you’ve shared with me and be sure that I will act upon it.
In Truth
Kaspian Rutherford
Kaspian hands the message to the little dragon while asking, “Will you take this message back to your master? Tell him that I truly do thank him for the information he’s disclosed and no matter what his decision his honesty no matter how brutal has always been appreciated.”
The little dragon eyes Kaspian thoughtfully tilting his head left and right before deciding; he then replies, “Mr. Kaspian if you need to get a message to my master just call me, I will come and take it for you. That way you don’t need to worry about your owl friend being harmed. Not that my master would ever hurt her… but the other has no such qualms. I’m ‘Sidian and will make all effort to come promptly to get your messages.”
“Thank you ‘Sidian… I will.”
Chapter 4 –Familial Connection Confirmed
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“My lord,” Saxon intones carefully, “It’s true. I’ve tested the potion and the blood several times. I also tested the blood using some of my own methods. You are indeed related to this young woman. Well if the blood in the vial was hers anyhow. I performed the standard Familial Relationship test and it’s positive. Then I brewed my own Relationship Determiner potion and the Ancestry potion; they both show that you are her Great Grandfather.”
RotBR – RotBR – RotBR – RotBR – RotBR – RotBR
Kaspian Rutherford had just finished his letter to The Society when a beautiful perfect little glittery black dragon with a message clutched in a claw ( it was only about a foot and a half long with a wing span a little bigger) popped into his room and settled in front of him on the desk. As he watched in astonishment the dragon reached down then held out the message to him in an imperious manner. Kaspian still stunned at the appearance of a dragon in his room didn’t respond until the dragon addressed him in parseltongue, “Are you going to take your message Sir?”
Kaspian responded in astonishment, “You speak? Wow… Yes of course I’ll take the message. Who is it from?”
“Of course I speak Mr. Kaspian. My master wanted an intelligent familiar that he could have conversations with. He assured me that you too would enjoy conversation with me and that I was permitted to speak. His letter explains everything Mr. Kaspian. Read it if you will, then I will answer the questions that I can before I make my return.”
Agreeing Kaspian opens the message…
Dear Mr. Rutherford,
I do hope this message finds you well. It’s come to my attention that many facts about your family have been kept from you, since those that are suppose to inform and advise you have not I have taken as my duty to do so.
Mr. Potter you have a half sister; included are three potions and blood from the young woman to help prove this to you. She was born of a soul bond that was formed by your father Keldrick Rutherford, with 4 other men called a Pentiad Bond. Your sister was born of the Pentiad bond. This bond was formed while they were still in school and was disapproved of by the Headmaster. He interfered in their relationship trying to break it up… eventually causing Keldrick Rutherford and one other in the bond to have civil marriages outside their bond so as to not lose their inheritances. You were born of this civil bond. It was legal and binding and from what I saw of it… Your father and mother did have a loving relationship and you were wanted and loved; don’t think otherwise. If you father hadn’t formed the soul bond I do believe he would have bonded with Dahlia anyway, they always had a very close relationship once he stopped being an arrogant git. Keldrick and Dahlia adored you never feel that you were a burden or unwanted.
Your sister went missing the same night that you were orphaned. She’d been left home with one of her fathers, Dragorian Windemere, because she’d been sick, while the others went to a special Samhain Festival at the Bureau of Magical Affairs. Windemere was found murdered by the soul devouring curse… she was missing. No sign was ever found of her. Caleb Kinkaide was unable to search for her because well… he discovered his murdered mate and missing daughter then went to check on your father; he found Keldrick and Dahlia dead and you injured; I think his shock went very deep. Kiano wouldn’t let him have you, which might have prevented his rampage against Murphy and you know the rest. He was sent to Durband Bastile without a trial for 12 years and broke out to save you from Murphy. To my knowledge he never found his daughter. I know her remaining fathers searched for her extensively and spared no expense for the first year after her disappearance. Then another of her father’s was killed … even her Grandmother Majesta Kinkaide participated in this endeavor since her son was unable to being in prison. It was in fact this Pentiad bond that helped Kinkaide get back in his mother’s good graces. The Kinkaide’s followed the old ways and refused to listen to that interfering white bearded old fool. Unfortunately those that didn’t listen to him suffered for their “impertinence”. Kiano owes both of you much for his petty interference in your lives.
When you’ve performed the tests and wish to discuss the situation you may send your owl to me. Mr. Rutherford I do not hate you and never have. Kiano demanded the behavior that I displayed or he’d turn me over to the Bureau as a Katarii. I have no wish to waste my life in Bastile. I would have treated you with the proper respect due to any person if not for him. I am sure by now that you know of my true allegiance, and I’ll even confirm it: I am loyal to Heru~Gurtha who is not the person portrayed to the world by the media and Kiano. He did not murder your parents! Yes he was there, but had no intention of killing anyone. Both he and I are willing to discuss this with you in detail when you are willing to listen. WE want you to know the truth!
Sincerely
Saxon Stevens
Kaspian sat back and stared a nothing while contemplating the information just given to him by his former Potions Professor. His first impulse to just shred the note and ignore it but he realized that Stevens had never lied to him. No matter how much it hurt Stevens always told him the truth and had saved his life many times even if he got hurt in the process. Heru~Gurtha no matter how much pain it may cause him to admit has also never lied to him: taunted him, teased him, even withheld a few key facts upon occasion but never lied.
He pulled out a piece of parchment and started writing his response out:
Professor Stevens,
I’ve recently discovered the duplicity of the WBB and have taken several steps to let him know that I am not to be played with. I am willing to discuss this and other matters with you and your leader if you both take an oath of secrecy that will prevent you from sharing information that we discuss with anyone else without the permission of all. (The majority will not rule here… it’s all or nothing. We all agree or disagree or the information can’t be shared.) IF you and your boss are willing to take this step do so and the rest of the message will appear. If you choose not to then I thank you for the information that you’ve shared with me and be sure that I will act upon it.
In Truth
Kaspian Rutherford
Kaspian hands the message to the little dragon while asking, “Will you take this message back to your master? Tell him that I truly do thank him for the information he’s disclosed and no matter what his decision his honesty no matter how brutal has always been appreciated.”
The little dragon eyes Kaspian thoughtfully tilting his head left and right before deciding; he then replies, “Mr. Kaspian if you need to get a message to my master just call me, I will come and take it for you. That way you don’t need to worry about your owl friend being harmed. Not that my master would ever hurt her… but the other has no such qualms. I’m ‘Sidian and will make all effort to come promptly to get your messages.”
“Thank you ‘Sidian… I will.”
Chapter 3 Ancient Power
Chapter 3 Kiano’s Quandary
Tynan Kiano was still sitting in his office at - Ars Magika~ L'istituto di Potere Antico deeply immersed in the Tome of Blood Wards and Runic Barriers that he’d found in the Rutherford Vaults. He had been amazed when he’d found it during his last exploration through the vault, he hadn’t realized that the Rutherford line dated back to the time of the Elders, but this tome was written by Gwendolyn Wyvernum and Aselon Robert Rutherford. It turns out that Aselon Rutherford had been one of Lady-Mage Wyvernum’s teachers, in fact master to her apprentice. This book and the two others he’d found on ancient wards both offensive and defensive would be instrumental in the rewarding of Hogwarts and his other acquired properties.
He called for a gnolf to bring him a midnight snack; Tulip was setting out the hot chocolate and cookies when suddenly things started disappearing with loud pops from all over the office… starting with the book that Kiano was deeply scrutinizing.
Kiano quickly checked the gnolf to make sure it was one of the schools; then checked his dark magic detectors, only to find half of them missing. With no other obvious options he pulls in his magic and checks the wards on the school to find them intact. He quickly calls the professors that are still Ars Magika to alert them to the disappearing artifacts and use of unknown magic in the thievery.
Professors Stevens and McDonald enter the Headmasters office to see Kiano in a rage scrambling around the office naming off random items for no apparent reason.
Snidely and a bit put out for being awakened at midnight Stevens inquires, “Headmaster what is the meaning of this? Why have I been summoned from sleep on one of the few nights I am actually able to get some?”
Voice full of anger and sarcasm twinkle gone from his eye Kiano replies to Snape, “Good Saxon, I don’t know if it is or not. I just thought you might want to check your precious potions lab to see if it’s intact because about 20 different artifacts just disappeared from my office in less than 5 minutes.”
Hera McDonald asks sternly, “Tynan what items have disappeared?”
Tynan Kiano answers almost absently in his irrepressible anger, “Several tomes from the Rutherford vaults, the dark detectors and monitors that I retrieved to use on Kaspian, a few other magical items including that extra invisibility cloak from the Rutherford vaults, not to forget the Sword of Wyvernum.”
Saxon Stevens barely listening registers the one thing they all seemed to have in common and smarmily inquires, “Did you get Mr. Rutherford’s permission before removing those items from his vaults?”
When Kiano hesitated before answering Stevens continues, “It’s my guess then Headmaster that Mr. Rutherford likely found out about items missing and had his property retrieved.”
At that moment with a loud pop a scarlet parchment with gold lettering and the official Vermögens seal appears in the center of the Headmasters desk…
Kiano picks it up opening it carefully and reads aloud,
Mr. Tynan Kiano
Please note that all items removed from the Rutherford Ancestral Vaults since the death of kheldric and Dahlia Rutherford have been returned to their proper home. All unauthorized withdrawals have been totaled and returned with 15% interest. All properties that you have occupied will now no longer be accessible; if there happens to have been something left behind by the packers please alert Steelclaw who will locate said items. Your account has been charged with replacing anything lost or broken permanently as you set yourself up as Mage Lord Rutherford’s magical guardian and were therefore the only one with access to said property. The burden of this responsibility has since been removed from your shoulders. You have been removed from the list of those permitted access to these vaults at the request of Mage Lord Rutherford. Please return all keys to Vermögens by no later than 9am tomorrow or the cost of changing the vault locks and wards will be charged to your own ancestral account.
Sincerely
Grimtooth
Vermögens President
Tynan Kiano screamed in frustration cursing the Child-who-Survived in three languages while breaking everything within his reach.
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Saxon Stevens was astounded at the amount of information produced by Veritas Paternas potion. He’d used his own family as the control to verify the veracity of the information; amazingly enough the potion had produced names past those that he was familiar with… more than 10 generations.
With that to back him up he performed the test again with the blood supplied by the unknown woman and again with blood from the Heru~Gurtha; with astonishing results.
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“My lord,” Saxon intones carefully, “It’s true. I’ve tested the potion and the blood several times. I also tested the blood using some of my own methods and used my own blood as a control. You are indeed related to this young woman. Well if the blood in the vial was hers anyhow. I performed the standard Familial Relationship test and it’s positive, you are related; but as you know it does not tell you what that relationship is. Then I brewed my own Relationship Determiner potion and the Ancestry potion used by the Bureau; they both show that you are her Great Grandfather.”
“Following the dates listed for birth I’ve discerned that in 1945 you had a relationship with Meredith Kincaide which produced a daughter Samarra. Samarra Ryder Brakenmore married Sebastian Leopaldi; they had a son, Aslan Leopaldi. Aslan formed a PENTIAD bond with Dragorian Windemere, Caleb Orion Kinkaide , Keldrick Rutherford, and Devid McCrey; a very unusual relationship because each of them donated part of themselves to create a child ; Damia Windemere Leopaldi Rutherford McCrey Kinkaide born of Caleb Orion Kinkaide on January 1st of 1980.”
With a slightly inquisitive expression Kiran Ryder asks, “If Rutherford and McCrey had a Pentiad bond… why would they go through any form of a traditional wedding? They couldn’t be bonded again without a severance and divorce so it’s nothing more than a piece of paper tying them together.”
Saxon answered thoughtfully, “As I recall sir… it was through Kiano’s meddling that they were forced into a civil union outside their bond. I don’t remember everything that happened when he found out they’d formed one but I remember his anger; he tore his office apart breaking everything insight then made it his mission to break them apart. He contacted their parents and filled their ears with a lot of controversial information about Pentiad bonds, how they were evil, even though traditionally they were considered more than blessed, how men having children were an abomination. He convinced them that modern sorcerers frowned on anything so unusual and that they’d be shunned in magical society. The Rutherford’s and McCrey’s have always been overly image conscious; they believed everything Kiano said hook line and sinker. They demanded their heirs break away from their bonded and form a typical Mundanei type marriage or lose everything. Pentiad Bonds are soul bonds though: they can’t be broken, death is the only way to sever the relationship. This forced them into the civil ceremonies that they performed. They were barely legal the way it was done, and it makes inheritance rather confusing. Kiano was fooled into thinking that the bond had been broken when in fact it hadn’t and their parents were happy.”
“So my Granddaughter has 2 half brothers… this could make things very interesting. Please send a note to Kaspian Rutherford… make it very polite Saxon and informative. Include the relationship potions that you used today and her own… and some of her blood. Let him see for himself that they are indeed related. I do not war on my own flesh and blood and by blood he is related to my great granddaughter that makes him family; unless Mr. Rutherford pushes it he is no longer a target. That will be all Saxon.”
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After watching the Elvin healer and Goblin health-master work for 6 solid hours assisted by Stevens; Heru~Gurtha demands in exasperation, “You have questions Devid? Ask them now.”
Devid tentatively responds not wanting to anger Heru~Gurtha, “uh… Who is she My Lord?”
“She’s my Great Granddaughter Devid, but not only that; she is your missing daughter.”
In complete shock and confusion Devid replies, “My daughter sir… I don’t have a daughter. Hippolota hasn’t been able to conceive since we had Devlin.”
Heru~Gurtha’s eyes sparkle in understanding as he inquires, “Do you remember having a relationship with Keldrick Rutherford and Caleb Kinkaide?”
“I’d never sir. They are blood traitors the both of them; Turning their backs on the Magical world to support all those damn Mundaneis.”
“But you did Devid, you not only had a relationship you had a Pentiad soul bond. I believe your memories have been tampered with.”
Heru~Gurtha turns quickly to Saxon and demands, “When they can do without your services Saxon you are to brew a Memoriam Restorium draught for yourself and Devid.”
Tynan Kiano was still sitting in his office at - Ars Magika~ L'istituto di Potere Antico deeply immersed in the Tome of Blood Wards and Runic Barriers that he’d found in the Rutherford Vaults. He had been amazed when he’d found it during his last exploration through the vault, he hadn’t realized that the Rutherford line dated back to the time of the Elders, but this tome was written by Gwendolyn Wyvernum and Aselon Robert Rutherford. It turns out that Aselon Rutherford had been one of Lady-Mage Wyvernum’s teachers, in fact master to her apprentice. This book and the two others he’d found on ancient wards both offensive and defensive would be instrumental in the rewarding of Hogwarts and his other acquired properties.
He called for a gnolf to bring him a midnight snack; Tulip was setting out the hot chocolate and cookies when suddenly things started disappearing with loud pops from all over the office… starting with the book that Kiano was deeply scrutinizing.
Kiano quickly checked the gnolf to make sure it was one of the schools; then checked his dark magic detectors, only to find half of them missing. With no other obvious options he pulls in his magic and checks the wards on the school to find them intact. He quickly calls the professors that are still Ars Magika to alert them to the disappearing artifacts and use of unknown magic in the thievery.
Professors Stevens and McDonald enter the Headmasters office to see Kiano in a rage scrambling around the office naming off random items for no apparent reason.
Snidely and a bit put out for being awakened at midnight Stevens inquires, “Headmaster what is the meaning of this? Why have I been summoned from sleep on one of the few nights I am actually able to get some?”
Voice full of anger and sarcasm twinkle gone from his eye Kiano replies to Snape, “Good Saxon, I don’t know if it is or not. I just thought you might want to check your precious potions lab to see if it’s intact because about 20 different artifacts just disappeared from my office in less than 5 minutes.”
Hera McDonald asks sternly, “Tynan what items have disappeared?”
Tynan Kiano answers almost absently in his irrepressible anger, “Several tomes from the Rutherford vaults, the dark detectors and monitors that I retrieved to use on Kaspian, a few other magical items including that extra invisibility cloak from the Rutherford vaults, not to forget the Sword of Wyvernum.”
Saxon Stevens barely listening registers the one thing they all seemed to have in common and smarmily inquires, “Did you get Mr. Rutherford’s permission before removing those items from his vaults?”
When Kiano hesitated before answering Stevens continues, “It’s my guess then Headmaster that Mr. Rutherford likely found out about items missing and had his property retrieved.”
At that moment with a loud pop a scarlet parchment with gold lettering and the official Vermögens seal appears in the center of the Headmasters desk…
Kiano picks it up opening it carefully and reads aloud,
Mr. Tynan Kiano
Please note that all items removed from the Rutherford Ancestral Vaults since the death of kheldric and Dahlia Rutherford have been returned to their proper home. All unauthorized withdrawals have been totaled and returned with 15% interest. All properties that you have occupied will now no longer be accessible; if there happens to have been something left behind by the packers please alert Steelclaw who will locate said items. Your account has been charged with replacing anything lost or broken permanently as you set yourself up as Mage Lord Rutherford’s magical guardian and were therefore the only one with access to said property. The burden of this responsibility has since been removed from your shoulders. You have been removed from the list of those permitted access to these vaults at the request of Mage Lord Rutherford. Please return all keys to Vermögens by no later than 9am tomorrow or the cost of changing the vault locks and wards will be charged to your own ancestral account.
Sincerely
Grimtooth
Vermögens President
Tynan Kiano screamed in frustration cursing the Child-who-Survived in three languages while breaking everything within his reach.
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Saxon Stevens was astounded at the amount of information produced by Veritas Paternas potion. He’d used his own family as the control to verify the veracity of the information; amazingly enough the potion had produced names past those that he was familiar with… more than 10 generations.
With that to back him up he performed the test again with the blood supplied by the unknown woman and again with blood from the Heru~Gurtha; with astonishing results.
RotBR – RotBR – RotBR – RotBR – RotBR – RotBR
“My lord,” Saxon intones carefully, “It’s true. I’ve tested the potion and the blood several times. I also tested the blood using some of my own methods and used my own blood as a control. You are indeed related to this young woman. Well if the blood in the vial was hers anyhow. I performed the standard Familial Relationship test and it’s positive, you are related; but as you know it does not tell you what that relationship is. Then I brewed my own Relationship Determiner potion and the Ancestry potion used by the Bureau; they both show that you are her Great Grandfather.”
“Following the dates listed for birth I’ve discerned that in 1945 you had a relationship with Meredith Kincaide which produced a daughter Samarra. Samarra Ryder Brakenmore married Sebastian Leopaldi; they had a son, Aslan Leopaldi. Aslan formed a PENTIAD bond with Dragorian Windemere, Caleb Orion Kinkaide , Keldrick Rutherford, and Devid McCrey; a very unusual relationship because each of them donated part of themselves to create a child ; Damia Windemere Leopaldi Rutherford McCrey Kinkaide born of Caleb Orion Kinkaide on January 1st of 1980.”
With a slightly inquisitive expression Kiran Ryder asks, “If Rutherford and McCrey had a Pentiad bond… why would they go through any form of a traditional wedding? They couldn’t be bonded again without a severance and divorce so it’s nothing more than a piece of paper tying them together.”
Saxon answered thoughtfully, “As I recall sir… it was through Kiano’s meddling that they were forced into a civil union outside their bond. I don’t remember everything that happened when he found out they’d formed one but I remember his anger; he tore his office apart breaking everything insight then made it his mission to break them apart. He contacted their parents and filled their ears with a lot of controversial information about Pentiad bonds, how they were evil, even though traditionally they were considered more than blessed, how men having children were an abomination. He convinced them that modern sorcerers frowned on anything so unusual and that they’d be shunned in magical society. The Rutherford’s and McCrey’s have always been overly image conscious; they believed everything Kiano said hook line and sinker. They demanded their heirs break away from their bonded and form a typical Mundanei type marriage or lose everything. Pentiad Bonds are soul bonds though: they can’t be broken, death is the only way to sever the relationship. This forced them into the civil ceremonies that they performed. They were barely legal the way it was done, and it makes inheritance rather confusing. Kiano was fooled into thinking that the bond had been broken when in fact it hadn’t and their parents were happy.”
“So my Granddaughter has 2 half brothers… this could make things very interesting. Please send a note to Kaspian Rutherford… make it very polite Saxon and informative. Include the relationship potions that you used today and her own… and some of her blood. Let him see for himself that they are indeed related. I do not war on my own flesh and blood and by blood he is related to my great granddaughter that makes him family; unless Mr. Rutherford pushes it he is no longer a target. That will be all Saxon.”
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After watching the Elvin healer and Goblin health-master work for 6 solid hours assisted by Stevens; Heru~Gurtha demands in exasperation, “You have questions Devid? Ask them now.”
Devid tentatively responds not wanting to anger Heru~Gurtha, “uh… Who is she My Lord?”
“She’s my Great Granddaughter Devid, but not only that; she is your missing daughter.”
In complete shock and confusion Devid replies, “My daughter sir… I don’t have a daughter. Hippolota hasn’t been able to conceive since we had Devlin.”
Heru~Gurtha’s eyes sparkle in understanding as he inquires, “Do you remember having a relationship with Keldrick Rutherford and Caleb Kinkaide?”
“I’d never sir. They are blood traitors the both of them; Turning their backs on the Magical world to support all those damn Mundaneis.”
“But you did Devid, you not only had a relationship you had a Pentiad soul bond. I believe your memories have been tampered with.”
Heru~Gurtha turns quickly to Saxon and demands, “When they can do without your services Saxon you are to brew a Memoriam Restorium draught for yourself and Devid.”
Chapter 2 Ancient Power
CHAPTER 2 – Kaspian’s Decision
Kaspian was sitting in his tiny barely furnished room on Foxglove Lane contemplating the lies he’d discovered at the end of the school term. Rob being paid to be his friend, Orlaith getting privileges and power for spying on him, Jessica getting promised the Rutherford fortune for spying on him and keeping his hormones on edge; the whore. Kiano thinking of him as nothing more than a tool, a weapon to be used and disposed of once its purpose was complete. They never should have even considered taking his inheritance but they did and have. The bastard should have never given him that invisibility cloak, especially if he didn’t want his secrets found out. What to do about the traitors… ignore them? Nah… not painful enough to them need to hurt them where it counts. Going to start with legal matters and make it hurt them where it counts most. Will show them just how mature I am.
He pulled out a piece of parchment and started writing…
To Steelclaw,
I hope that you don’t mind me addressing these matters to your attention but yours is the only name I have for any Dwarves employed at Vermögens Bank and what I am writing about are definitely banking matters. Please don’t take this the wrong way but what the hell are you Dwarves playing at? Are you truly neutral like you claim because if that’s the case I am honestly not seeing it? To my eyes and from what I’ve witnessed lately you all seem to have sided with that double dealing thieving backstabbing bastard Kiano. IF this is the case then I will have to take my business elsewhere… IF I am mistaken and I do hope that I am please help me in dealing with the following issues:
First issue, please AUDIT all my accounts fully. I have recently discovered that I should have more than just the single vault that I have been accessing. Why was I never informed of any vaults besides the School/Trust Vault that I started accessing when I turned 11.
Second issue, why have I never gotten statements from Vermögens about any of my accounts/vaults?
Third issue, I want every penit not withdrawn by me personally since the death of my parents in October 1981 returned with 10% interest or I will file a lawsuit AGAINST Vermögens. To my knowledge I am the only heir, I am the BLOOD Heir to the Rutherford – Diark line and everything is MINE. Every book should be returned, every scroll, every piece of jewelry, every item, and every artifact. I have never authorized anyone to access my vaults, so everything removed is to be considered stolen. I AUTHORIZE you to act in my stead in getting my funds and property returned.
Fourth issue, why wasn’t I informed of my inheritance from my Godfather, Caleb Kinkaide and WHY hasn’t this matter been dealt with properly according to DWARVISH laws? Fix this NOW! I know what is in his WILL because he showed it to me BEFORE he was killed.
Fifth issue, I want to do the Heir’s Blood ritual to see if there are any other lines that I could possibly inherit. I will be at Vermögens on Wednesday at 7am.
Final issue for now, look through the properties that I have inherited thus far and find the most secure, have it prepared for me add any additional wards and charms that you feel would keep me safe from the Katariis and Kiano… charge my school vault appropriately. I want to move there after our meeting.
Thank You Steelclaw for you assistance in these matters.
Sincerely,
Kaspian James Rutherford
Steelclaw was amazed at the letter he’d just received from Kaspian Rutherford and grinned accordingly. The boy had finally discovered the treachery being played upon him… now they could help. He’d finally asked. He headed straight to the clan chiefs office and after knocking opened the door…
The aged Dwarf behind the desk looked up inquiringly, “Yes youngling?”
“Master Grimtooth the Rutherford boy has finally discovered the treachery played against him. He has made me his agent in handling his account. He is demanding that we fix several things before his arrival in two days, starting with the unauthorized withdrawals of funds since the death of his parents and the returning of property removed from the Rutherford vaults to include jewelry, books, scrolls, magic items, clothing, and all property. He also demands 10% interest on the money taken. Sir the Chosen One has had his eyes opened and he isn’t happy. He wants to have a house prepared with wards strong enough to protect him from not only Mörk Herre and his Katariis but Kiano as well. He also wants to do the Heir’s Blood Ritual.
Grimtooth smiles in satisfaction, “He knows what to expect then since he’s asked for it. That is good Steelclaw. There might finally be a sorcerer worthy of regard from Dwarves. Do as he wants; we’ve never liked Kiano anyway; him stealing from one of our clients makes me more than angry. Get him 15% interest instead of 10. Take everything back today no later than midnight; have the secretaries send the retrieval notices out after the retrieval. Have our Ward-Smiths prepare the best of his houses at no charge and look into finding him a magical advisor, someone who has experience in accounting and business matters as well as estate management. We will provide Mr. Rutherford with everything he needs to be a successful independent mage lord. Oh and Steelclaw make copies of all the evidence: the forged signatures, the unauthorized withdrawals the removal of property and send them all to Lady Mage Karloff with a note to start preparing for trial and be sure to let her know that even if her copies are lost, we’ve kept the originals so the case cannot be swept under the table and forgotten. I’ll have them prepare the ritual chamber. Wednesday should indeed be interesting. Congratulations Steelclaw and your very major promotion.
CHAPTER 2 – Kaspian’s Decision
Kaspian was sitting in his tiny barely furnished room on Foxglove Lane contemplating the lies he’d discovered at the end of the school term. Rob being paid to be his friend, Orlaith getting privileges and power for spying on him, Jessica getting promised the Rutherford fortune for spying on him and keeping his hormones on edge; the whore. Kiano thinking of him as nothing more than a tool, a weapon to be used and disposed of once its purpose was complete. They never should have even considered taking his inheritance but they did and have. The bastard should have never given him that invisibility cloak, especially if he didn’t want his secrets found out. What to do about the traitors… ignore them? Nah… not painful enough to them need to hurt them where it counts. Going to start with legal matters and make it hurt them where it counts most. Will show them just how mature I am.
He pulled out a piece of parchment and started writing…
To Steelclaw,
I hope that you don’t mind me addressing these matters to your attention but yours is the only name I have for any Dwarves employed at Vermögens Bank and what I am writing about are definitely banking matters. Please don’t take this the wrong way but what the hell are you Dwarves playing at? Are you truly neutral like you claim because if that’s the case I am honestly not seeing it? To my eyes and from what I’ve witnessed lately you all seem to have sided with that double dealing thieving backstabbing bastard Kiano. IF this is the case then I will have to take my business elsewhere… IF I am mistaken and I do hope that I am please help me in dealing with the following issues:
First issue, please AUDIT all my accounts fully. I have recently discovered that I should have more than just the single vault that I have been accessing. Why was I never informed of any vaults besides the School/Trust Vault that I started accessing when I turned 11.
Second issue, why have I never gotten statements from Vermögens about any of my accounts/vaults?
Third issue, I want every penit not withdrawn by me personally since the death of my parents in October 1981 returned with 10% interest or I will file a lawsuit AGAINST Vermögens. To my knowledge I am the only heir, I am the BLOOD Heir to the Rutherford – Diark line and everything is MINE. Every book should be returned, every scroll, every piece of jewelry, every item, and every artifact. I have never authorized anyone to access my vaults, so everything removed is to be considered stolen. I AUTHORIZE you to act in my stead in getting my funds and property returned.
Fourth issue, why wasn’t I informed of my inheritance from my Godfather, Caleb Kinkaide and WHY hasn’t this matter been dealt with properly according to DWARVISH laws? Fix this NOW! I know what is in his WILL because he showed it to me BEFORE he was killed.
Fifth issue, I want to do the Heir’s Blood ritual to see if there are any other lines that I could possibly inherit. I will be at Vermögens on Wednesday at 7am.
Final issue for now, look through the properties that I have inherited thus far and find the most secure, have it prepared for me add any additional wards and charms that you feel would keep me safe from the Katariis and Kiano… charge my school vault appropriately. I want to move there after our meeting.
Thank You Steelclaw for you assistance in these matters.
Sincerely,
Kaspian James Rutherford
Steelclaw was amazed at the letter he’d just received from Kaspian Rutherford and grinned accordingly. The boy had finally discovered the treachery being played upon him… now they could help. He’d finally asked. He headed straight to the clan chiefs office and after knocking opened the door…
The aged Dwarf behind the desk looked up inquiringly, “Yes youngling?”
“Master Grimtooth the Rutherford boy has finally discovered the treachery played against him. He has made me his agent in handling his account. He is demanding that we fix several things before his arrival in two days, starting with the unauthorized withdrawals of funds since the death of his parents and the returning of property removed from the Rutherford vaults to include jewelry, books, scrolls, magic items, clothing, and all property. He also demands 10% interest on the money taken. Sir the Chosen One has had his eyes opened and he isn’t happy. He wants to have a house prepared with wards strong enough to protect him from not only Mörk Herre and his Katariis but Kiano as well. He also wants to do the Heir’s Blood Ritual.
Grimtooth smiles in satisfaction, “He knows what to expect then since he’s asked for it. That is good Steelclaw. There might finally be a sorcerer worthy of regard from Dwarves. Do as he wants; we’ve never liked Kiano anyway; him stealing from one of our clients makes me more than angry. Get him 15% interest instead of 10. Take everything back today no later than midnight; have the secretaries send the retrieval notices out after the retrieval. Have our Ward-Smiths prepare the best of his houses at no charge and look into finding him a magical advisor, someone who has experience in accounting and business matters as well as estate management. We will provide Mr. Rutherford with everything he needs to be a successful independent mage lord. Oh and Steelclaw make copies of all the evidence: the forged signatures, the unauthorized withdrawals the removal of property and send them all to Lady Mage Karloff with a note to start preparing for trial and be sure to let her know that even if her copies are lost, we’ve kept the originals so the case cannot be swept under the table and forgotten. I’ll have them prepare the ritual chamber. Wednesday should indeed be interesting. Congratulations Steelclaw and your very major promotion.
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Back at Slyth~Tor
Devid McCrey entered the throne room a body carefully cradled in his arms, anger and disgust clearly expressed on his face. “My Lord… we need a healer. Her wounds are very serious.”
Heru~Gurtha turns his head and orders, “Greycrawler get my healer now!” Then he looks towards Saxon, “Saxon help her as best you can!”
He then conjures an armless and backless sofa and indicates to Devid to lay the young lady down.
Once Stevens starts his triage Kiran turns to Devid and demands, “Report Devid!”
“We followed the spells on the parchment you were sent. It took Weber a lot of effort to break the wards on the house where she was being held. When we managed to get inside we found her chained face down on a bed. That bastard that was supposed to be her guardian had taken a whip to her and beat her till her clothing was completely gone; he was still working her over when we arrived. Once we eliminated him and got her free of the bindings we used the standard diagnostic spell and found she’s suffering from pneumonia, 3 broken ribs, a bruised larynx, a broken ankle, a broken arm that’s fractured at the wrist and just above the elbow, severe bruising to the stomach and kidneys. I gave her a blood replenishing potion, calming draught and the stabilizing potion; she passed out just as we arrived at the teleport point here.”
“Very good Devid: I hope the bastard departed this world in a great deal of pain?”
“Yes My Lord, Balder held the Excrupainim on him till he expired.”
a/n : some explanation of terms used in this chapter
Vermögens Bank is the magic worlds bank ran mostly by Dwarves with help from Kobolds (Vermögens actually mean Fortune)
Penit is a name of one of the magic worlds coins its use equates to a penny there are 37 penits to a rukab and 51 rukab to an avatiir (in today’s market an avatiir is equal to about $7.00)
the Katariis are the minions of the one everyone thinks is out to destroy the magical world (If you need an example think Death Eaters from Harry Potter by J. k. Rowling)
Kiano the headmaster of his school --that makes himself look rather like everyone visualizes Merlin
Excrupainim –is a Curse that causes extreme mental pain
If you find something very confusing please let me know.. so I can fix it.
Back at Slyth~Tor
Devid McCrey entered the throne room a body carefully cradled in his arms, anger and disgust clearly expressed on his face. “My Lord… we need a healer. Her wounds are very serious.”
Heru~Gurtha turns his head and orders, “Greycrawler get my healer now!” Then he looks towards Saxon, “Saxon help her as best you can!”
He then conjures an armless and backless sofa and indicates to Devid to lay the young lady down.
Once Stevens starts his triage Kiran turns to Devid and demands, “Report Devid!”
“We followed the spells on the parchment you were sent. It took Weber a lot of effort to break the wards on the house where she was being held. When we managed to get inside we found her chained face down on a bed. That bastard that was supposed to be her guardian had taken a whip to her and beat her till her clothing was completely gone; he was still working her over when we arrived. Once we eliminated him and got her free of the bindings we used the standard diagnostic spell and found she’s suffering from pneumonia, 3 broken ribs, a bruised larynx, a broken ankle, a broken arm that’s fractured at the wrist and just above the elbow, severe bruising to the stomach and kidneys. I gave her a blood replenishing potion, calming draught and the stabilizing potion; she passed out just as we arrived at the teleport point here.”
“Very good Devid: I hope the bastard departed this world in a great deal of pain?”
“Yes My Lord, Balder held the Excrupainim on him till he expired.”
a/n : some explanation of terms used in this chapter
Vermögens Bank is the magic worlds bank ran mostly by Dwarves with help from Kobolds (Vermögens actually mean Fortune)
Penit is a name of one of the magic worlds coins its use equates to a penny there are 37 penits to a rukab and 51 rukab to an avatiir (in today’s market an avatiir is equal to about $7.00)
the Katariis are the minions of the one everyone thinks is out to destroy the magical world (If you need an example think Death Eaters from Harry Potter by J. k. Rowling)
Kiano the headmaster of his school --that makes himself look rather like everyone visualizes Merlin
Excrupainim –is a Curse that causes extreme mental pain
If you find something very confusing please let me know.. so I can fix it.
Kaspian was sitting in his tiny barely furnished room on Foxglove Lane contemplating the lies he’d discovered at the end of the school term. Rob being paid to be his friend, Orlaith getting privileges and power for spying on him, Jessica getting promised the Rutherford fortune for spying on him and keeping his hormones on edge; the whore. Kiano thinking of him as nothing more than a tool, a weapon to be used and disposed of once its purpose was complete. They never should have even considered taking his inheritance but they did and have. The bastard should have never given him that invisibility cloak, especially if he didn’t want his secrets found out. What to do about the traitors… ignore them? Nah… not painful enough to them need to hurt them where it counts. Going to start with legal matters and make it hurt them where it counts most. Will show them just how mature I am.
He pulled out a piece of parchment and started writing…
To Steelclaw,
I hope that you don’t mind me addressing these matters to your attention but yours is the only name I have for any Dwarves employed at Vermögens Bank and what I am writing about are definitely banking matters. Please don’t take this the wrong way but what the hell are you Dwarves playing at? Are you truly neutral like you claim because if that’s the case I am honestly not seeing it? To my eyes and from what I’ve witnessed lately you all seem to have sided with that double dealing thieving backstabbing bastard Kiano. IF this is the case then I will have to take my business elsewhere… IF I am mistaken and I do hope that I am please help me in dealing with the following issues:
First issue, please AUDIT all my accounts fully. I have recently discovered that I should have more than just the single vault that I have been accessing. Why was I never informed of any vaults besides the School/Trust Vault that I started accessing when I turned 11.
Second issue, why have I never gotten statements from Vermögens about any of my accounts/vaults?
Third issue, I want every penit not withdrawn by me personally since the death of my parents in October 1981 returned with 10% interest or I will file a lawsuit AGAINST Vermögens. To my knowledge I am the only heir, I am the BLOOD Heir to the Rutherford – Diark line and everything is MINE. Every book should be returned, every scroll, every piece of jewelry, every item, and every artifact. I have never authorized anyone to access my vaults, so everything removed is to be considered stolen. I AUTHORIZE you to act in my stead in getting my funds and property returned.
Fourth issue, why wasn’t I informed of my inheritance from my Godfather, Caleb Kinkaide and WHY hasn’t this matter been dealt with properly according to DWARVISH laws? Fix this NOW! I know what is in his WILL because he showed it to me BEFORE he was killed.
Fifth issue, I want to do the Heir’s Blood ritual to see if there are any other lines that I could possibly inherit. I will be at Vermögens on Wednesday at 7am.
Final issue for now, look through the properties that I have inherited thus far and find the most secure, have it prepared for me add any additional wards and charms that you feel would keep me safe from the Katariis and Kiano… charge my school vault appropriately. I want to move there after our meeting.
Thank You Steelclaw for you assistance in these matters.
Sincerely,
Kaspian James Rutherford
Steelclaw was amazed at the letter he’d just received from Kaspian Rutherford and grinned accordingly. The boy had finally discovered the treachery being played upon him… now they could help. He’d finally asked. He headed straight to the clan chiefs office and after knocking opened the door…
The aged Dwarf behind the desk looked up inquiringly, “Yes youngling?”
“Master Grimtooth the Rutherford boy has finally discovered the treachery played against him. He has made me his agent in handling his account. He is demanding that we fix several things before his arrival in two days, starting with the unauthorized withdrawals of funds since the death of his parents and the returning of property removed from the Rutherford vaults to include jewelry, books, scrolls, magic items, clothing, and all property. He also demands 10% interest on the money taken. Sir the Chosen One has had his eyes opened and he isn’t happy. He wants to have a house prepared with wards strong enough to protect him from not only Mörk Herre and his Katariis but Kiano as well. He also wants to do the Heir’s Blood Ritual.
Grimtooth smiles in satisfaction, “He knows what to expect then since he’s asked for it. That is good Steelclaw. There might finally be a sorcerer worthy of regard from Dwarves. Do as he wants; we’ve never liked Kiano anyway; him stealing from one of our clients makes me more than angry. Get him 15% interest instead of 10. Take everything back today no later than midnight; have the secretaries send the retrieval notices out after the retrieval. Have our Ward-Smiths prepare the best of his houses at no charge and look into finding him a magical advisor, someone who has experience in accounting and business matters as well as estate management. We will provide Mr. Rutherford with everything he needs to be a successful independent mage lord. Oh and Steelclaw make copies of all the evidence: the forged signatures, the unauthorized withdrawals the removal of property and send them all to Lady Mage Karloff with a note to start preparing for trial and be sure to let her know that even if her copies are lost, we’ve kept the originals so the case cannot be swept under the table and forgotten. I’ll have them prepare the ritual chamber. Wednesday should indeed be interesting. Congratulations Steelclaw and your very major promotion.
CHAPTER 2 – Kaspian’s Decision
Kaspian was sitting in his tiny barely furnished room on Foxglove Lane contemplating the lies he’d discovered at the end of the school term. Rob being paid to be his friend, Orlaith getting privileges and power for spying on him, Jessica getting promised the Rutherford fortune for spying on him and keeping his hormones on edge; the whore. Kiano thinking of him as nothing more than a tool, a weapon to be used and disposed of once its purpose was complete. They never should have even considered taking his inheritance but they did and have. The bastard should have never given him that invisibility cloak, especially if he didn’t want his secrets found out. What to do about the traitors… ignore them? Nah… not painful enough to them need to hurt them where it counts. Going to start with legal matters and make it hurt them where it counts most. Will show them just how mature I am.
He pulled out a piece of parchment and started writing…
To Steelclaw,
I hope that you don’t mind me addressing these matters to your attention but yours is the only name I have for any Dwarves employed at Vermögens Bank and what I am writing about are definitely banking matters. Please don’t take this the wrong way but what the hell are you Dwarves playing at? Are you truly neutral like you claim because if that’s the case I am honestly not seeing it? To my eyes and from what I’ve witnessed lately you all seem to have sided with that double dealing thieving backstabbing bastard Kiano. IF this is the case then I will have to take my business elsewhere… IF I am mistaken and I do hope that I am please help me in dealing with the following issues:
First issue, please AUDIT all my accounts fully. I have recently discovered that I should have more than just the single vault that I have been accessing. Why was I never informed of any vaults besides the School/Trust Vault that I started accessing when I turned 11.
Second issue, why have I never gotten statements from Vermögens about any of my accounts/vaults?
Third issue, I want every penit not withdrawn by me personally since the death of my parents in October 1981 returned with 10% interest or I will file a lawsuit AGAINST Vermögens. To my knowledge I am the only heir, I am the BLOOD Heir to the Rutherford – Diark line and everything is MINE. Every book should be returned, every scroll, every piece of jewelry, every item, and every artifact. I have never authorized anyone to access my vaults, so everything removed is to be considered stolen. I AUTHORIZE you to act in my stead in getting my funds and property returned.
Fourth issue, why wasn’t I informed of my inheritance from my Godfather, Caleb Kinkaide and WHY hasn’t this matter been dealt with properly according to DWARVISH laws? Fix this NOW! I know what is in his WILL because he showed it to me BEFORE he was killed.
Fifth issue, I want to do the Heir’s Blood ritual to see if there are any other lines that I could possibly inherit. I will be at Vermögens on Wednesday at 7am.
Final issue for now, look through the properties that I have inherited thus far and find the most secure, have it prepared for me add any additional wards and charms that you feel would keep me safe from the Katariis and Kiano… charge my school vault appropriately. I want to move there after our meeting.
Thank You Steelclaw for you assistance in these matters.
Sincerely,
Kaspian James Rutherford
Steelclaw was amazed at the letter he’d just received from Kaspian Rutherford and grinned accordingly. The boy had finally discovered the treachery being played upon him… now they could help. He’d finally asked. He headed straight to the clan chiefs office and after knocking opened the door…
The aged Dwarf behind the desk looked up inquiringly, “Yes youngling?”
“Master Grimtooth the Rutherford boy has finally discovered the treachery played against him. He has made me his agent in handling his account. He is demanding that we fix several things before his arrival in two days, starting with the unauthorized withdrawals of funds since the death of his parents and the returning of property removed from the Rutherford vaults to include jewelry, books, scrolls, magic items, clothing, and all property. He also demands 10% interest on the money taken. Sir the Chosen One has had his eyes opened and he isn’t happy. He wants to have a house prepared with wards strong enough to protect him from not only Mörk Herre and his Katariis but Kiano as well. He also wants to do the Heir’s Blood Ritual.
Grimtooth smiles in satisfaction, “He knows what to expect then since he’s asked for it. That is good Steelclaw. There might finally be a sorcerer worthy of regard from Dwarves. Do as he wants; we’ve never liked Kiano anyway; him stealing from one of our clients makes me more than angry. Get him 15% interest instead of 10. Take everything back today no later than midnight; have the secretaries send the retrieval notices out after the retrieval. Have our Ward-Smiths prepare the best of his houses at no charge and look into finding him a magical advisor, someone who has experience in accounting and business matters as well as estate management. We will provide Mr. Rutherford with everything he needs to be a successful independent mage lord. Oh and Steelclaw make copies of all the evidence: the forged signatures, the unauthorized withdrawals the removal of property and send them all to Lady Mage Karloff with a note to start preparing for trial and be sure to let her know that even if her copies are lost, we’ve kept the originals so the case cannot be swept under the table and forgotten. I’ll have them prepare the ritual chamber. Wednesday should indeed be interesting. Congratulations Steelclaw and your very major promotion.
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Back at Slyth~Tor
Devid McCrey entered the throne room a body carefully cradled in his arms, anger and disgust clearly expressed on his face. “My Lord… we need a healer. Her wounds are very serious.”
Heru~Gurtha turns his head and orders, “Greycrawler get my healer now!” Then he looks towards Saxon, “Saxon help her as best you can!”
He then conjures an armless and backless sofa and indicates to Devid to lay the young lady down.
Once Stevens starts his triage Kiran turns to Devid and demands, “Report Devid!”
“We followed the spells on the parchment you were sent. It took Weber a lot of effort to break the wards on the house where she was being held. When we managed to get inside we found her chained face down on a bed. That bastard that was supposed to be her guardian had taken a whip to her and beat her till her clothing was completely gone; he was still working her over when we arrived. Once we eliminated him and got her free of the bindings we used the standard diagnostic spell and found she’s suffering from pneumonia, 3 broken ribs, a bruised larynx, a broken ankle, a broken arm that’s fractured at the wrist and just above the elbow, severe bruising to the stomach and kidneys. I gave her a blood replenishing potion, calming draught and the stabilizing potion; she passed out just as we arrived at the teleport point here.”
“Very good Devid: I hope the bastard departed this world in a great deal of pain?”
“Yes My Lord, Balder held the Excrupainim on him till he expired.”
a/n : some explanation of terms used in this chapter
Vermögens Bank is the magic worlds bank ran mostly by Dwarves with help from Kobolds (Vermögens actually mean Fortune)
Penit is a name of one of the magic worlds coins its use equates to a penny there are 37 penits to a rukab and 51 rukab to an avatiir (in today’s market an avatiir is equal to about $7.00)
the Katariis are the minions of the one everyone thinks is out to destroy the magical world (If you need an example think Death Eaters from Harry Potter by J. k. Rowling)
Kiano the headmaster of his school --that makes himself look rather like everyone visualizes Merlin
Excrupainim –is a Curse that causes extreme mental pain
If you find something very confusing please let me know.. so I can fix it.
Back at Slyth~Tor
Devid McCrey entered the throne room a body carefully cradled in his arms, anger and disgust clearly expressed on his face. “My Lord… we need a healer. Her wounds are very serious.”
Heru~Gurtha turns his head and orders, “Greycrawler get my healer now!” Then he looks towards Saxon, “Saxon help her as best you can!”
He then conjures an armless and backless sofa and indicates to Devid to lay the young lady down.
Once Stevens starts his triage Kiran turns to Devid and demands, “Report Devid!”
“We followed the spells on the parchment you were sent. It took Weber a lot of effort to break the wards on the house where she was being held. When we managed to get inside we found her chained face down on a bed. That bastard that was supposed to be her guardian had taken a whip to her and beat her till her clothing was completely gone; he was still working her over when we arrived. Once we eliminated him and got her free of the bindings we used the standard diagnostic spell and found she’s suffering from pneumonia, 3 broken ribs, a bruised larynx, a broken ankle, a broken arm that’s fractured at the wrist and just above the elbow, severe bruising to the stomach and kidneys. I gave her a blood replenishing potion, calming draught and the stabilizing potion; she passed out just as we arrived at the teleport point here.”
“Very good Devid: I hope the bastard departed this world in a great deal of pain?”
“Yes My Lord, Balder held the Excrupainim on him till he expired.”
a/n : some explanation of terms used in this chapter
Vermögens Bank is the magic worlds bank ran mostly by Dwarves with help from Kobolds (Vermögens actually mean Fortune)
Penit is a name of one of the magic worlds coins its use equates to a penny there are 37 penits to a rukab and 51 rukab to an avatiir (in today’s market an avatiir is equal to about $7.00)
the Katariis are the minions of the one everyone thinks is out to destroy the magical world (If you need an example think Death Eaters from Harry Potter by J. k. Rowling)
Kiano the headmaster of his school --that makes himself look rather like everyone visualizes Merlin
Excrupainim –is a Curse that causes extreme mental pain
If you find something very confusing please let me know.. so I can fix it.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Ancient Power Chaper 1
HERITAGE OF ANCIENT LINEAGE by Diana The Huntresss
Chapter 1 – Family Connection
The Mori~Gurtha (Dark Lord) summoned the cream of all his Katarii, the truest of his supporters: Devid McCrey and Saxon Stevens appeared first (as they should) followed closely by Callista and Randolph Renyolds, James Whitmore, Thomas Smithe and finally Kadrin Portner.
“Portner why are you late? Don’t bother to answer I really don’t care. Devid what have you found out about that attack at Dorset Village? We know we had nothing to do with it correct? I didn’t approve it… have some of the lower militia decided to take matters into their own hands?” demanded The Mori~Gurtha with a sneer.
Devid McCrey calmly replies, “Mage Lord, the ministry are blaming the Katariin but have no supporting evidence. There was nothing at the scene to point to us; no one was captured, there were no witnesses who can say for sure, no cloaks or masks, and the kataana wasn’t used. All that was found or confirmed at the site was a heavy residue of dark magic and 7 dead Mundanei children. That interfering old bastard Kianoo pointed the finger at you and the ministry jumped on it.”
“Saxon what is the old fool up to?”
“In truth I wish I knew Master. He hasn’t taken a meeting with the staff or the society in over two weeks. I have suspicions but no proof.”
“Speculate.”
“He portrays himself as this great white sorcerer, as the magical world’s great hope, caretaker of the ‘Child that survived’. We know he is anything but. He’s allowed even ordered escalating and continuous abuse on Kaspian Rutherford and leaves him, despite his protests, in the care of those abusive Mundaneis. It’s my belief he hopes to someday soon ‘rescue’ Rutherford from the horror of his relatives thereby making the boy worship him and do whatever he asks.”
At that exact moment a coal black owl flies in and heads straight to the Heru~Gurtha screeching at him beseechingly to take the outstretched missive.
The Heru~Gurtha looks at Devid and Saxon, “How is it possible that this owl just flew in here? How did it get past the wards, charms, and other protections set up on this property?”
To: Kiran Ryder, Mage Lord Heru~Gurtha, the Mori~Gurtha,
Sir, you are my final hope, please hear me out before you throw this missive in the rubbish bin. My name (which I only recently found out) is Damia Cassiopeia Rutherford-McCrey-Windemere-Leopaldi-Kinkaide
I’ve gone by Damia Kinkaide most of my life. I was almost two when my Papa was killed on top of me. The White bearded man then took and gave me into the care of one Jessup Blandish…
I don’t know the name of the man that put me in his care (if that’s what you want to call it) but care isn’t the word I would use… torture would be much closer and more fitting. This is the reason I’ve contacted you. I can’t take his punishments any longer and the punishment and inflicted damage are escalating exponentially on a daily and weekly basis. (How is it my fault that the day ends in y? or that it rained? Would you punish your child because they received the highest marks in a subject?) I’ve been punished for all of these reasons and many more all equally frivolous. I’ve tried getting messages to my still living fathers (also just recently discovered, thank Merlin for summer homework) but can’t get any messages through by owl, elf or even Mundanei mail. So after thoroughly studying my family tree you are my final hope. I’ve included a vial of my blood and the potion (Veritas Paternas) which is what I used to discover my true lineage so that you too may confirm it. I am hoping that as a blood relation you will see fit to save me from this madness that I’ve been forced to endure for the last almost 15 years. I know you can’t just trust that what I am saying is true and I understand. I just hope that you can understand that I can not endure this any longer. I’ve longed for a family that would love me, I’ve prayed and futilely wished for a guardian that might at least respect me and have about lost hope entirely.
I know he was told (yes I eavesdropped the last night when the white bearded monster was giving him his new instructions) that he has to wait for my inheritance to come in before he can rape me, that way my power and my magic can be taken for that white bearded bastard… I have only a week left before my birthday and for the first time in my dreaded life I am truly frightened… I don’t want him to touch me; I can’t even bear to be in the same room with him. Please save me from this madness, this horror. I won’t let him… I can’t! I tell you this now if it comes down to it I will take my own life over letting him take what is left of my innocence and my power.
I hope that blood ties have some meaning to you and that the evidence that I’ve sent you proves our relationship to your satisfaction. Please Great-Grandfather please save me.
PS… If you have contact with my two remaining fathers : they were both alive when I last did the potion, (Devid McCrey and Caleb Kinkaide)… let them know that I tried to find them but my letters always came back undeliverable. I wish I had been able to know them. (Copies of letters that were sent are enclosed)
Sincerest Regards,
Damia Cassiopeia Rutherford-McCrey-Windemere-Leopaldi-Kinkaide
“Saxon, take this blood and potion verify her findings. Devid gather the elite. There is a young pureblood sorceress that has been tortured past her endurance that needs rescuing. She has the strength and courage to look for other solutions; we will rescue her regardless of Saxons’ findings. Have them ready in 30 minutes.”
Chapter 1 – Family Connection
The Mori~Gurtha (Dark Lord) summoned the cream of all his Katarii, the truest of his supporters: Devid McCrey and Saxon Stevens appeared first (as they should) followed closely by Callista and Randolph Renyolds, James Whitmore, Thomas Smithe and finally Kadrin Portner.
“Portner why are you late? Don’t bother to answer I really don’t care. Devid what have you found out about that attack at Dorset Village? We know we had nothing to do with it correct? I didn’t approve it… have some of the lower militia decided to take matters into their own hands?” demanded The Mori~Gurtha with a sneer.
Devid McCrey calmly replies, “Mage Lord, the ministry are blaming the Katariin but have no supporting evidence. There was nothing at the scene to point to us; no one was captured, there were no witnesses who can say for sure, no cloaks or masks, and the kataana wasn’t used. All that was found or confirmed at the site was a heavy residue of dark magic and 7 dead Mundanei children. That interfering old bastard Kianoo pointed the finger at you and the ministry jumped on it.”
“Saxon what is the old fool up to?”
“In truth I wish I knew Master. He hasn’t taken a meeting with the staff or the society in over two weeks. I have suspicions but no proof.”
“Speculate.”
“He portrays himself as this great white sorcerer, as the magical world’s great hope, caretaker of the ‘Child that survived’. We know he is anything but. He’s allowed even ordered escalating and continuous abuse on Kaspian Rutherford and leaves him, despite his protests, in the care of those abusive Mundaneis. It’s my belief he hopes to someday soon ‘rescue’ Rutherford from the horror of his relatives thereby making the boy worship him and do whatever he asks.”
At that exact moment a coal black owl flies in and heads straight to the Heru~Gurtha screeching at him beseechingly to take the outstretched missive.
The Heru~Gurtha looks at Devid and Saxon, “How is it possible that this owl just flew in here? How did it get past the wards, charms, and other protections set up on this property?”
To: Kiran Ryder, Mage Lord Heru~Gurtha, the Mori~Gurtha,
Sir, you are my final hope, please hear me out before you throw this missive in the rubbish bin. My name (which I only recently found out) is Damia Cassiopeia Rutherford-McCrey-Windemere-Leopaldi-Kinkaide
I’ve gone by Damia Kinkaide most of my life. I was almost two when my Papa was killed on top of me. The White bearded man then took and gave me into the care of one Jessup Blandish…
I don’t know the name of the man that put me in his care (if that’s what you want to call it) but care isn’t the word I would use… torture would be much closer and more fitting. This is the reason I’ve contacted you. I can’t take his punishments any longer and the punishment and inflicted damage are escalating exponentially on a daily and weekly basis. (How is it my fault that the day ends in y? or that it rained? Would you punish your child because they received the highest marks in a subject?) I’ve been punished for all of these reasons and many more all equally frivolous. I’ve tried getting messages to my still living fathers (also just recently discovered, thank Merlin for summer homework) but can’t get any messages through by owl, elf or even Mundanei mail. So after thoroughly studying my family tree you are my final hope. I’ve included a vial of my blood and the potion (Veritas Paternas) which is what I used to discover my true lineage so that you too may confirm it. I am hoping that as a blood relation you will see fit to save me from this madness that I’ve been forced to endure for the last almost 15 years. I know you can’t just trust that what I am saying is true and I understand. I just hope that you can understand that I can not endure this any longer. I’ve longed for a family that would love me, I’ve prayed and futilely wished for a guardian that might at least respect me and have about lost hope entirely.
I know he was told (yes I eavesdropped the last night when the white bearded monster was giving him his new instructions) that he has to wait for my inheritance to come in before he can rape me, that way my power and my magic can be taken for that white bearded bastard… I have only a week left before my birthday and for the first time in my dreaded life I am truly frightened… I don’t want him to touch me; I can’t even bear to be in the same room with him. Please save me from this madness, this horror. I won’t let him… I can’t! I tell you this now if it comes down to it I will take my own life over letting him take what is left of my innocence and my power.
I hope that blood ties have some meaning to you and that the evidence that I’ve sent you proves our relationship to your satisfaction. Please Great-Grandfather please save me.
PS… If you have contact with my two remaining fathers : they were both alive when I last did the potion, (Devid McCrey and Caleb Kinkaide)… let them know that I tried to find them but my letters always came back undeliverable. I wish I had been able to know them. (Copies of letters that were sent are enclosed)
Sincerest Regards,
Damia Cassiopeia Rutherford-McCrey-Windemere-Leopaldi-Kinkaide
“Saxon, take this blood and potion verify her findings. Devid gather the elite. There is a young pureblood sorceress that has been tortured past her endurance that needs rescuing. She has the strength and courage to look for other solutions; we will rescue her regardless of Saxons’ findings. Have them ready in 30 minutes.”
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunrise Inception --- NaNoWriMo entry 2008
hapter 1~The Beginning:
King Odonario sitting on his throne listening to the report of the
last of the court healers shakes his he negatively in complete denial
about the information they were giving him.
Cianan watched as the King received yet another negative report
concerning his son. He could tell by the way the king's expression
froze that the news was not good.
After the healers had left the king remained unmoving almost statue
like for a long time while, then he started talking. Cianan unsure if
the king realized he was still there or not listened intently.
King Odonario starts his voice filled with sadness, "They all say that
he will not improve any further. The damage inflicted upon his head
and to his mind has caused him to be forever a child and the damage
inflicted upon his body has made him incapable of fathering a child."
Cianan still unsure as to whether he should speak asks gently, "Do you
wish to try human healers?"
Odonario replies his voice sounding even sadder if possible, "I have
already; they offered even less hope than the best and worst of our
healers. They all agree that he will live. They tell me to be happy
that he is alive even with the mind of a child for if the wound had
been even a half inch in any direction his brain would have perished.
The blade was coated with some form of liquid iron and has completely
disrupted the areas it infected."
"What can I do?"
Voice hardening with every protective instinct in him he states
harshly, "You must go to Virginia and collect my niece Princess Diana;
she must come home and take her place as my heir. She needs to be
protected as you don't know from where this attack came or why."
Cianan inquires gently, "What of Princess Berwyn? She we collect her
as well?"
"Yes I suppose you must. She has as much right to the throne as Diana.
I'll make it a contest I think… yes whom ever gets with child first
shall be queen!"
Chapter 2 ~ Return to Fairy:
When my father Prince Dracia died I was still very young. My
guardianship and custody were a major issue of both of the courts for
a bitwith both my uncles and my aunt arguing for the position. My
Uncle Odonario who is also the King of the Seelie Court eventually won
my custody it took him throwing his considerable weight and temper
into the battle but he won. I really wish that my Aunt Aelfwine hadn't
given up, it would have been nice growing up with a sister; but the
death threats against her daughter my cousin Berwyn were bad enough
she let me go.
My Uncle wasn't ever what you'd call loving except with his son
Merrett so I more or less did for myself what most children look to
their parents and guardians for... (Comfort, encouragement, etc).
I'd had a lot of battles with the various court nobles (of both
Seelie and Unseelie) over my right to exist; oddly enough I usually
managed one way or another despite being weaker to come through
alright. I mean they were always going to be stronger than me and heal
faster than me but I got in enough licks that I didn't consider it a
loss.
It really wasn't until I turned 16 that things started going very
wrong a lot. First King Odonario decided to beat me for looking too
human. Can I help it that the Goddess and Consort decided that I would
have curves instead of height. (Most Sidhe women are tall and rather
straight up and down with very small pert breasts. I am 5'2" tall with
measurements that are anything but flat and straight 38x26x36... Like
I said CURVES) I and my cousin Berwyn both have the misfortune of not
only looking mostly human but of being much closer to mortal than our
Sidhe brethren.
My blood looked like thick scarlet wine as it spread across the
sparkling white marble floor when the King beat me. I had barely
healed from the kings beating when one of his Seelie Nobles decided
that by turning down his sexual advances I'd insulted him... he
demanded a duel to sort out his honor. The bastard was shocked when I
beat the crap out of him. I may not be as strong as the average Seelie
I was definitely fast and sometimes speed makes up for brute strength.
Unfortunately I didn't get away unscathed... but a broken wrist,
sprained elbow and knee as well as a concussion weren't too much to
prove I'd not insulted him. It took ingenuity and sheer will but I
won... even if he was stronger I was only laid up for a month that
time healing. It's unfortunate that the healers were afraid to do full
healings on me and Berwyn but they feared burning out our magic
pathways so I had to do a lot of healing the regular normal way.
It was around this time that Aunt Aelfwine started shopping around
for a fiancé for Berwyn. This put the idea into the King's head for
me. Prince Merrett got the idea that one of his friends would be
perfect but unfortunately they were my main abusers and I wanted
absolutely NOTHING to do with any of them. The bastards would ambush
me whenever they got the chance. I handled most of these beat downs by
beating the crap out of at least one of them… but they would always
win; after all I am only one woman and they were all full Sidhe.
It was during this time that the Sithen stared giving me warnings as
to where they were and what they were up to. I didn't realize it until
it happened but the Sithen would repeat what it had heard in the very
voices that spoke the words. (Think tape recorder without the
mechanical devices)
What she told me was Merrett telling his toadies that the King had
given him permission to force the betrothal issue by letting his
friends take me till I quit fighting. In Sidhe terms this means sex
until pregnant which then means marriage to the one that impregnated
you. I decided it was time to leave Faerie… I've been gone now for 18
years. It's been a life time but I still remember the good things and
the bad about fairy like it was yesterday.
I've been making my way here in the human world by writing… I became a
fantasy author with leanings towards the erotic and paranormal. I
seldom do public appearances and when I do my glamour is strong.
I saw the big announcement in the papers last week. Princess Berwyn
has been found and taken back to Faery for some special occasion of
the King's that has yet to be announced. I feel for her in some ways;
after all she'd only been gone from home for 3 years so it was all
still very fresh in her mind. The worst was that the papers also
reminded the world that the other Faery Princess Diana ne`les Draca
was still lost and missing and that the King wanted her back home as
well. The picture they posted was a good one too. I knew in my heart
it wouldn't be long before the King sent some guards to collect me.
It's not like I've actually been hiding in actual fact since I
published my first work I'd been in the spotlight a few times and even
corresponded with a few friends from a couple of the other courts; so
I know they are aware of my location.
Chapter 3~Confrontation:
I had just stepped out the front gate to my home when I spotted him
initial panic set in…Oh Lord and Lady… It's the King's own Knight.
He's here, he found me. All the choices I'd hoped to make for myself
are simple illusions now. Then after the initial blast of fear I
realized I'd been expecting something like this for a week now and
there is no way in anyone's reality that the King's Chosen would hurt me.
Cianan, the King's own Knight, most feared of all his warriors stalked
slowly towards the small woman keeping his pace slow and even, his
expression blank. He didn't want to scare her but feared that was a
lost cause as the sight of him scared most.
"Princess Diana?"
Quickly deciding to do this right and not cowardly I work at putting
on my court face as I reply, "Yes? I take it that I am to return with
you to the King?"
"The King and Princess Berwyn both wish for you to return. I am your
protection and escort."
Looking around at the crowd that was gathering; and who could blame
them with at 7ft tall gorgeous man standing on this relatively quiet
street. I walk over and put my hand in the crook of his arm while
stating as I lead him back to the house I'd just left, "Cianan you
know the reasons I left. I won't return to more abuse or assassination
attempts. I just won't."
"The King gives you his protection Princess. I carry his mark and am
to give it unto you as soon as feasible. With his mark on your body
anyone who attacks you risks being at his mercy. Since the attack on
the prince I wouldn't wish that fate on anyone friend or foe; well
save those who reduced the prince to little more than a 900 year old
child."
I lead him into my house he looks started when he passes through the
wards, "What happened to Merrett? Merrett was never punished for all
the things he did or tried to do to me so forgive me if I am a little
hard on him He planned for me to be taken by force Doyle by all of his
friends; So that I'd be forced to marry someone of his choosing. I
left because of that and there is no way on this Earth that I will
return to the same situation."
He shakes his head and a frown creases his face, "I know nothing of
this. I know he approached the king with ideas of putting his friends
forth as prospects for your fiancé but he had other ideas for you. You
left before the King could implement these ideas. I though perhaps
you'd heard what he had planned and found it distasteful. I had no
knowledge of Prince Merrett's plan. How did you find out about it?"
"You know I have magic, not the Sidhe elements of power but magic right?"
When he nods she continues, "Well around the time the High King took
offense to my looks I started being able to converse with both of the
Sithen. Our Sithen has many interesting abilities one of which is to
mimic the actual voices of those it hears talking. She played back the
entire conversation he had with those he planned to attack me."
Looking a little shocked Cianan asks, "You're saying you can talk to
the Sithen and it talks with you?"
"Yeah, but doesn't everyone?"
"The Sithen only responds to the King's wishes and to my knowledge it
talks to no one. Do you know how the Kings and Queens use to be chosen?"
"Pulling the sword from the stone, or sitting upon the stone throne
and hearing its declaration."
"It's true those were used but even they weren't 100% conclusive, the
final decision was the Sithen. If the Sithen did not recognize you
then you were not a true King or queen. When we arrived from Europe
our King was not recognized and he was willing to step aside if the
Sithen did find someone but it didn't. The High Queen on the other
hand also wasn't recognized but when the Sithen recognized someone
else she banished him from the Unseelie court. And you are recognized
by both Sithen."
Taking another tactic since he could see the denial in her very
posture he starts, "Did you hear the reasons that the King wishes you
and Princess Berwyn back to court?"
Before I could formulate a reply he continues, "He has discovered that
he is infertile and since the attack Merrett is also unable to father
children. Plus with the damage to his brain the King knows that
Merrett is a poor choice to rule even if he could make babies. Faery
fails if the head isn't fruitful, he believes that this is the reason
that all of Faery is lessening. So since his own son is no longer a
viable candidate for heir he has decided that the first of you who
becomes with child becomes ruler. He is lifting the geas/binding on
his warriors for Berwyn and you alone. He wishes the two of you to
choose a variety of men and attempt to become Queen. He's states no
less and four and no more than 8. As you were his first choice for
heir he is giving your first choice of men."
Shaking my head in denial, "Cianan you know they will never accept me
as Queen. I have none of the Sidhe true powers. I have lots of magic
yes and have had it for a long time but without the powers they can
easily disqualify me. I believe the King has sent you on a fool's errand."
"Princess you are the ONLY one who has true conversation with the
Sithen; that ability is a gift and it alone in older times would have
made you Queen without contest. Not to forget that Princess Berwyn
only recently came into her own Sidhe powers. Yours could be the same.
Hers was brought on by a night with a Sidhe that she cared about. Well
he wasn't actually Sidhe but the potion she was exposed to allowed him
to be one for the night. If I saw things clearly she has another power
yet to come. Princess I believe you to be easily as powerful as Berwyn
if not more so, you just need the right circumstances in which to find
yourself. Please come back with me. Let the King give his boons,
choose your men, and let the circumstances find you."
Sighing heavily and shaking my head, "Cianan you could talk a drowning
man into buying water! Alright I'll go back with you but know this;
you are my first choice and if I don't get you I'll walk."
Cianan smiles at her, "Please pack what you'd like to take with you as
I don't know when you will be able to return."
Frowning slightly she answers, "I really hate that I have to leave my
home indefinitely. I do have many many protections on it and my wards
are strong. I see no reason why we must stay the entire time in Faery."
"I'll do all I can to make your trip back to Faery as pleasant and
comfortable as possible but I know of no way NOT to make the trip."
"It's ok Cianan I can do my work anywhere. I just dislike the
disruption to my routine. I've been content living my life here in the
hills of Virginia, writing my books and doing the few book signings I
agree to."
Cianan smiles that little boy smile that fools so many others into
believing him innocent and without motive, "Perhaps we'll be able to
help you add a new dimension or two to your works."
Chapter 4 ~ Berwyn's Desires
Berwyn makes sure her skirts are carefully arranged before entering
her Uncle's throne room. She knew she looked perfect and that was the
first step in getting exactly what she wants… like always.
The King gives Berwyn a gentle smile as he encourages her to approach
the throne, "Good afternoon my dear Berwyn what can I do for you today?"
Thinking quickly of her plan and how to start its implementation she
simpers to the King, "Oh Uncle I am so sorry about Merrett. If there
is anything I can do to help you please just let me know."
Wondering how stupid this girl really is and how dim-witted she thinks
him to be, "Thank you Berwyn but he is as good as he can be and his
guards now consist of those that I know I can trust. Did you have
anything else on your mind my dear?" while thinking to himself, `that
is if you have enough mind inside that simpering greedy body to carry
coherent thought for more than a few moments'.
Hoping to get exactly what she wants like her mother's always promised
she inquires prettily, "Well Uncle, I was hoping to get started on
this heir business. Can I start choosing my knights?"
Set on the course he's laid out already King Odonario states
emphatically, "You may make lists and ask questions of the men but you
do not get first choice, and no choices will be made until Diana is
present."
Disappointed and ready to throw a royal tantrum but knowing better
than to do it in front of the king she replies dejectedly, "OK Uncle I
am sure you know what's best."
After being quickly dismissed Berwyn heads directly to her quarters to
set about deciding exactly which of the Kings Knights would best suit
her and would be able to get her pregnant.
She grabs a piece of parchment and a pen and starts making a list of
the knights and what she knows about them:
• Cianan (captain) is one of the oldest of the knights, strong and
fierce, smart and protective… he'd be hard if not impossible to control.
• Llewellyn (lieutenant) is second to Cianan and is a very strong
leader. He's fierce and protective of those he thinks of his and is
very strong and sharp. Also very hard if not impossible to control
• Royce is one of the nicer ones and is said to have be one of the
last children of the Nuada's noble line. He'd be a good choice for
bloodline alone.
• Ogden is a good knight but a follower. He's a green man which means
he's born from fertility gods. He's a first choice after Royce.
• Adair is quick and friendly and also a green man he'll likely be
fertile and easier to get on my side than those warrior lords and
beast men.
• Ahern is one of those beast men. I`ve hear rumors that he can
actually become a horse and has had relations with some of those
horses in the stable. Definitely not on my list.
• Birkey has always been nice to me when I visited this court. I
consider him the closest thing to a friend that can be had by court
nobles. The fact that he's a green man doesn't hurt he's also on my list.
Writing a note to herself so that she can follow her own way of
thinking she adds: Beri (what she calls herself when she writes in her
journal)--… I think sticking strictly to green men may be our best bet.
So the list would be: Ogden, Adair, Birkey, Elder, and Lennox – Royce
isn't technically a green man but his breeding works for him; and Gair
as well. He's very quiet for a knight but very reliable and steady.
Yes those will be the ones I do my best to acquire. I do like this
idea of having a stable of men just think about it. If one starts to
bore you just tell him to go away and send another back in his place.
Tired of her plotting for now she sets her papers aside calls her
ladies maid and settles for the night.
Chapter 5:
After a long drawn out discussion with Cianan I pack while he makes
our travel arrangements. I am glad he's doing it since I hate that
kind of thing. I decide on a large travel trunk and fill it with
everything I think that I may want or need back in Faery including my
laptop which I had thankfully already shielded from magic a stack of
my favorite DVDs and my iPod.
I arrange for my mail to be held and empty out the fridge so that when
I do come home I don't have a living breathing mold monster living in
it. I call all the utilities paying them up and let my agent know that
I am on my way for an extended stay in Faery. I leave a cell number
for her where she can leave me voice mail that way I am not completely
out of touch.
I am amazed that there is something that Cianan is afraid of; not that
simple fear stops him from doing anything necessary. He's sitting here
beside me clutching the seat arms so tightly that I am surprised they
haven't bent under the pressure.
I decided to try to ease his fears or at least distract him a bit. I
reach over and pry the hand closest to me loose then pull his hand
over across into my lap as I lean into his shoulder.
He jumped a bit when I took his hand and stiffens when I start
cuddling it.
He states somewhat unsure and a bit stiffly, "I am sorry Princess I am
not at my best in the air unless I am flying under my own power. All
this metal it makes me uncomfortable."
She smiles in understanding, "It's ok Cianan, I don't like flying
either. I hope you don't mind me holding on to your though. I find
people more comforting than the seat or even a pillow: believe me I've
tried them all."
Happy for the distraction he asks, "You speak as if you fly often?"
"More often than I like; I have to make a few appearances a year to
promote my books. Most of the time I have enough notice that I can
drive wherever I need to go, but sometimes I have to fly; especially
if the appearance is on the west coast. It's just not feasible most of
the time to drive for a week to make a one day appearance then have to
drive for another week just to get back home."
Thinking thoughtfully and a little sad she adds, "It might be
different if I had company on the drives though someone to share the
sights with."
Not wanting to see her sad or upset he asks tensely due to turbulence,
"What do you do to relax on these flights?
"Well I've been known to work at my books on the laptop. If working
isn't distracting enough I'll try playing a game or watching a movie.
Sometimes I read and I always have my IPod to play music on. Sometimes
none of those things work though."
She looks up at him from under her eyelashes and hesitantly states,
"this being with you is actually more reassuring than all the other
things combined.
Confused at how his insecurity could make her feel better he asks, "How?"
She states simply, "Because I am not alone. You didn't push me away,
you haven't laughed at me and even though you have your own fears you
are still protective and comforting me."
He realizes after talking with her and listening to what she had to
say that she was right and this trip was bearable and almost pleasant
because of the conversation and the company. It didn't hurt that she
cuddled into the entire trip either.
Diana asks as the plane circles the airport, "So what's the plan once
we arrive?"
He frowns as he answers, "Unless the King has changed his plans, we
should be met by two guards and a car. He has arranged attire for you
to change into to be ready at the Sithen where we will also pick up
another pair of guards."
"Why on Earth will I need so many guards? Have there already been
threats made against me? Cianan this is why I left… I am so tired of
constant fighting."
Cianan shakes his head in denial as he attempt to reassure her, "No
Princess, there have been no overt threats, this is just a precaution.
When Princess Berwyn was brought home the threats didn't start
immediately but subtle attempts were made. If even one of them had
succeeded then threats would have been unnecessary as she would have
likely perished or been left in as bad a position as Prince Merrett."
As they head through the airport she asks, "Are Berwyn and I back for
the same reason? IS the king really going to make getting the throne a
contest between the two of us?"
Cianan blanks to court face as he answers, "To my knowledge that is
his plan but I do not know the mind of the King and his plans while
not as painful or as crazed as the High Queens they are still known to
change often and on a whim. All I can offer is that he has radical
mood swings try not to anger him and accept anything that he has to
offer you."
A playful voice from behind them interjects, "Welcome home Dee! I can
also tell you that as of my leaving to meet you, the king was in a
good mood and his plans were unchanged."
We spin around Cianan pushing me behind him and see a tall well
muscled man with flowing long chestnut colored hair and deep soulful
brown eyes that exactly matched the horse that I know he can turn into.
"Ahern you are looking wonderful."
With a sinful smile that does reach his eyes and promises much, "You
too Dee. I see the life of a write suits you."
Smiling at him eyes laughing, "Well I'd have to agree and its fun too."
A deep gravelly voice interjects, "can we take this to the auto. It's
not safe her in the open."
Glancing at the knight who was with Ahern I see one of my other
favorites. He isn't known for humor but is a true knight brave, smart
and valorous.
"Of course Llewellyn we should take this to a more secure location
although I should go on record here and tell you that you are also
looking wonderful. I haven't seen that light in your eyes since long
before I left."
"The Sithen has not been a happy place for any since you left. I am
much pleased that you are back even if it is only because it's the
King's wish and not your own.
Blushing from the compliment, "I am back because it's time to return.
I haven't been in hiding or trying to keep my position from being
known. I just didn't advertise it. I've often, especially of late,
thought of home the Sithen and all the people that I'd left behind."
Chapter 6 - The Car Ride:
After settling into the car against Cianan she looks across the seat
to the men sitting there and asks, "So what's been happening since
Cianan left to get me?"
Ahern looks at Cianan before answering and seeing his nod starts,
"Princess Berwyn has started her plotting. Yesterday she met with the
King and he was pleased to see her until she started her intrigue. She
wished permission to start claiming Knights early."
Llewellyn interjects, "She simpered, giggled, and primped like he was
one on the auction block! It was disgusting. She tried to play on his
grief by acting like she cared about Prince Merrett when all knows
that she's personally tried to assassinate him no less than 5 times in
the 3 years before she left."
Ahern continues, "The King was very abrupt with her after this point
telling her that none would be chosen till you arrived and that she
was not the first to choose."
The car is suddenly rocked by an explosion and comes to a sudden halt.
authors notes--
Who's who:
Characters:
Diana Hunter: stands 5 foot 2 inches tall and weighs in at 123 pounds.
Her measurements are 38x26x36. She has tri-colored eyes – outer ring
is a tawny gold, middle ring is a light brown and inner most ring is a
dark brown. Her hair is black with ruby highlight when the sun hits
it. She is quite powerful magically but has yet to develop any of the
major Sidhe powers.
King Odonario: High King of the Seelie Court older man looks about
50-55 silvering black hair very distinguished stands about 6'9 tall
and right at 200 pounds still rather muscular as he works out on a
regular basis. He has twin powers of Darkness and Light.
Queen Aelfwine: Queen of the Unseelie Court—very tall around 6'1"
tall. She weighs about 170 pounds is well muscled but more of a
swimmers muscles than a body builders. She has long strawberry blond
hair that has silver highlight down to her ankles. She has twin powers
of Air (wind) and Lightning
Berwyn Montague (dweller of the pointed hill): stands 5'4" tall weighs
about 128 pounds. Rather curvaceous with measurements of 36x24x36.
Tri-colored eyes outer- tan middle- medium brown, inner hazel (more
brown than green). Her hair is a light white blond that glitters with
highlights of silver. She has magic and has come into one of the major
Sidhe powers (controlling/using lightning). She's very spoiled having
been indulged by her mother Queen Aelfwine her entire life. She also
feels that she is the only option for Heir and any other options are
wrong is very haughty.
Cianan: (picture Ronan from SG Atlantis with straight long
hair)--Sidhe lord, looks about 28-30 years old- 295 pounds of pure
muscle stands at 7 foot 3 inches tall he has a very muscular build,
broad shoulders down to a slim swordsman's waist; strong muscular
legs. His hair is thick and flame red long to his knees its various
shades of red make it look like he has a head of living flame: Usually
worn in a club. He is good with magic, can shape shift into a full
dragon and his Sidhe power is control of flames. He has a dark toned
skin dusky like from the Mediterranean.
Prince Merrett: 6'2" 245lbs. he has his father's black hair and tri
colored blue eyes going from lightest(outermost ring) to darkest
indigo(inner most ring). He was smart and brilliant swordsman and just
a bit spoiled. His Major Sidhe power is over water. (He has never been
strong in this power so has little control once he gets things started.)
King Odonario sitting on his throne listening to the report of the
last of the court healers shakes his he negatively in complete denial
about the information they were giving him.
Cianan watched as the King received yet another negative report
concerning his son. He could tell by the way the king's expression
froze that the news was not good.
After the healers had left the king remained unmoving almost statue
like for a long time while, then he started talking. Cianan unsure if
the king realized he was still there or not listened intently.
King Odonario starts his voice filled with sadness, "They all say that
he will not improve any further. The damage inflicted upon his head
and to his mind has caused him to be forever a child and the damage
inflicted upon his body has made him incapable of fathering a child."
Cianan still unsure as to whether he should speak asks gently, "Do you
wish to try human healers?"
Odonario replies his voice sounding even sadder if possible, "I have
already; they offered even less hope than the best and worst of our
healers. They all agree that he will live. They tell me to be happy
that he is alive even with the mind of a child for if the wound had
been even a half inch in any direction his brain would have perished.
The blade was coated with some form of liquid iron and has completely
disrupted the areas it infected."
"What can I do?"
Voice hardening with every protective instinct in him he states
harshly, "You must go to Virginia and collect my niece Princess Diana;
she must come home and take her place as my heir. She needs to be
protected as you don't know from where this attack came or why."
Cianan inquires gently, "What of Princess Berwyn? She we collect her
as well?"
"Yes I suppose you must. She has as much right to the throne as Diana.
I'll make it a contest I think… yes whom ever gets with child first
shall be queen!"
Chapter 2 ~ Return to Fairy:
When my father Prince Dracia died I was still very young. My
guardianship and custody were a major issue of both of the courts for
a bitwith both my uncles and my aunt arguing for the position. My
Uncle Odonario who is also the King of the Seelie Court eventually won
my custody it took him throwing his considerable weight and temper
into the battle but he won. I really wish that my Aunt Aelfwine hadn't
given up, it would have been nice growing up with a sister; but the
death threats against her daughter my cousin Berwyn were bad enough
she let me go.
My Uncle wasn't ever what you'd call loving except with his son
Merrett so I more or less did for myself what most children look to
their parents and guardians for... (Comfort, encouragement, etc).
I'd had a lot of battles with the various court nobles (of both
Seelie and Unseelie) over my right to exist; oddly enough I usually
managed one way or another despite being weaker to come through
alright. I mean they were always going to be stronger than me and heal
faster than me but I got in enough licks that I didn't consider it a
loss.
It really wasn't until I turned 16 that things started going very
wrong a lot. First King Odonario decided to beat me for looking too
human. Can I help it that the Goddess and Consort decided that I would
have curves instead of height. (Most Sidhe women are tall and rather
straight up and down with very small pert breasts. I am 5'2" tall with
measurements that are anything but flat and straight 38x26x36... Like
I said CURVES) I and my cousin Berwyn both have the misfortune of not
only looking mostly human but of being much closer to mortal than our
Sidhe brethren.
My blood looked like thick scarlet wine as it spread across the
sparkling white marble floor when the King beat me. I had barely
healed from the kings beating when one of his Seelie Nobles decided
that by turning down his sexual advances I'd insulted him... he
demanded a duel to sort out his honor. The bastard was shocked when I
beat the crap out of him. I may not be as strong as the average Seelie
I was definitely fast and sometimes speed makes up for brute strength.
Unfortunately I didn't get away unscathed... but a broken wrist,
sprained elbow and knee as well as a concussion weren't too much to
prove I'd not insulted him. It took ingenuity and sheer will but I
won... even if he was stronger I was only laid up for a month that
time healing. It's unfortunate that the healers were afraid to do full
healings on me and Berwyn but they feared burning out our magic
pathways so I had to do a lot of healing the regular normal way.
It was around this time that Aunt Aelfwine started shopping around
for a fiancé for Berwyn. This put the idea into the King's head for
me. Prince Merrett got the idea that one of his friends would be
perfect but unfortunately they were my main abusers and I wanted
absolutely NOTHING to do with any of them. The bastards would ambush
me whenever they got the chance. I handled most of these beat downs by
beating the crap out of at least one of them… but they would always
win; after all I am only one woman and they were all full Sidhe.
It was during this time that the Sithen stared giving me warnings as
to where they were and what they were up to. I didn't realize it until
it happened but the Sithen would repeat what it had heard in the very
voices that spoke the words. (Think tape recorder without the
mechanical devices)
What she told me was Merrett telling his toadies that the King had
given him permission to force the betrothal issue by letting his
friends take me till I quit fighting. In Sidhe terms this means sex
until pregnant which then means marriage to the one that impregnated
you. I decided it was time to leave Faerie… I've been gone now for 18
years. It's been a life time but I still remember the good things and
the bad about fairy like it was yesterday.
I've been making my way here in the human world by writing… I became a
fantasy author with leanings towards the erotic and paranormal. I
seldom do public appearances and when I do my glamour is strong.
I saw the big announcement in the papers last week. Princess Berwyn
has been found and taken back to Faery for some special occasion of
the King's that has yet to be announced. I feel for her in some ways;
after all she'd only been gone from home for 3 years so it was all
still very fresh in her mind. The worst was that the papers also
reminded the world that the other Faery Princess Diana ne`les Draca
was still lost and missing and that the King wanted her back home as
well. The picture they posted was a good one too. I knew in my heart
it wouldn't be long before the King sent some guards to collect me.
It's not like I've actually been hiding in actual fact since I
published my first work I'd been in the spotlight a few times and even
corresponded with a few friends from a couple of the other courts; so
I know they are aware of my location.
Chapter 3~Confrontation:
I had just stepped out the front gate to my home when I spotted him
initial panic set in…Oh Lord and Lady… It's the King's own Knight.
He's here, he found me. All the choices I'd hoped to make for myself
are simple illusions now. Then after the initial blast of fear I
realized I'd been expecting something like this for a week now and
there is no way in anyone's reality that the King's Chosen would hurt me.
Cianan, the King's own Knight, most feared of all his warriors stalked
slowly towards the small woman keeping his pace slow and even, his
expression blank. He didn't want to scare her but feared that was a
lost cause as the sight of him scared most.
"Princess Diana?"
Quickly deciding to do this right and not cowardly I work at putting
on my court face as I reply, "Yes? I take it that I am to return with
you to the King?"
"The King and Princess Berwyn both wish for you to return. I am your
protection and escort."
Looking around at the crowd that was gathering; and who could blame
them with at 7ft tall gorgeous man standing on this relatively quiet
street. I walk over and put my hand in the crook of his arm while
stating as I lead him back to the house I'd just left, "Cianan you
know the reasons I left. I won't return to more abuse or assassination
attempts. I just won't."
"The King gives you his protection Princess. I carry his mark and am
to give it unto you as soon as feasible. With his mark on your body
anyone who attacks you risks being at his mercy. Since the attack on
the prince I wouldn't wish that fate on anyone friend or foe; well
save those who reduced the prince to little more than a 900 year old
child."
I lead him into my house he looks started when he passes through the
wards, "What happened to Merrett? Merrett was never punished for all
the things he did or tried to do to me so forgive me if I am a little
hard on him He planned for me to be taken by force Doyle by all of his
friends; So that I'd be forced to marry someone of his choosing. I
left because of that and there is no way on this Earth that I will
return to the same situation."
He shakes his head and a frown creases his face, "I know nothing of
this. I know he approached the king with ideas of putting his friends
forth as prospects for your fiancé but he had other ideas for you. You
left before the King could implement these ideas. I though perhaps
you'd heard what he had planned and found it distasteful. I had no
knowledge of Prince Merrett's plan. How did you find out about it?"
"You know I have magic, not the Sidhe elements of power but magic right?"
When he nods she continues, "Well around the time the High King took
offense to my looks I started being able to converse with both of the
Sithen. Our Sithen has many interesting abilities one of which is to
mimic the actual voices of those it hears talking. She played back the
entire conversation he had with those he planned to attack me."
Looking a little shocked Cianan asks, "You're saying you can talk to
the Sithen and it talks with you?"
"Yeah, but doesn't everyone?"
"The Sithen only responds to the King's wishes and to my knowledge it
talks to no one. Do you know how the Kings and Queens use to be chosen?"
"Pulling the sword from the stone, or sitting upon the stone throne
and hearing its declaration."
"It's true those were used but even they weren't 100% conclusive, the
final decision was the Sithen. If the Sithen did not recognize you
then you were not a true King or queen. When we arrived from Europe
our King was not recognized and he was willing to step aside if the
Sithen did find someone but it didn't. The High Queen on the other
hand also wasn't recognized but when the Sithen recognized someone
else she banished him from the Unseelie court. And you are recognized
by both Sithen."
Taking another tactic since he could see the denial in her very
posture he starts, "Did you hear the reasons that the King wishes you
and Princess Berwyn back to court?"
Before I could formulate a reply he continues, "He has discovered that
he is infertile and since the attack Merrett is also unable to father
children. Plus with the damage to his brain the King knows that
Merrett is a poor choice to rule even if he could make babies. Faery
fails if the head isn't fruitful, he believes that this is the reason
that all of Faery is lessening. So since his own son is no longer a
viable candidate for heir he has decided that the first of you who
becomes with child becomes ruler. He is lifting the geas/binding on
his warriors for Berwyn and you alone. He wishes the two of you to
choose a variety of men and attempt to become Queen. He's states no
less and four and no more than 8. As you were his first choice for
heir he is giving your first choice of men."
Shaking my head in denial, "Cianan you know they will never accept me
as Queen. I have none of the Sidhe true powers. I have lots of magic
yes and have had it for a long time but without the powers they can
easily disqualify me. I believe the King has sent you on a fool's errand."
"Princess you are the ONLY one who has true conversation with the
Sithen; that ability is a gift and it alone in older times would have
made you Queen without contest. Not to forget that Princess Berwyn
only recently came into her own Sidhe powers. Yours could be the same.
Hers was brought on by a night with a Sidhe that she cared about. Well
he wasn't actually Sidhe but the potion she was exposed to allowed him
to be one for the night. If I saw things clearly she has another power
yet to come. Princess I believe you to be easily as powerful as Berwyn
if not more so, you just need the right circumstances in which to find
yourself. Please come back with me. Let the King give his boons,
choose your men, and let the circumstances find you."
Sighing heavily and shaking my head, "Cianan you could talk a drowning
man into buying water! Alright I'll go back with you but know this;
you are my first choice and if I don't get you I'll walk."
Cianan smiles at her, "Please pack what you'd like to take with you as
I don't know when you will be able to return."
Frowning slightly she answers, "I really hate that I have to leave my
home indefinitely. I do have many many protections on it and my wards
are strong. I see no reason why we must stay the entire time in Faery."
"I'll do all I can to make your trip back to Faery as pleasant and
comfortable as possible but I know of no way NOT to make the trip."
"It's ok Cianan I can do my work anywhere. I just dislike the
disruption to my routine. I've been content living my life here in the
hills of Virginia, writing my books and doing the few book signings I
agree to."
Cianan smiles that little boy smile that fools so many others into
believing him innocent and without motive, "Perhaps we'll be able to
help you add a new dimension or two to your works."
Chapter 4 ~ Berwyn's Desires
Berwyn makes sure her skirts are carefully arranged before entering
her Uncle's throne room. She knew she looked perfect and that was the
first step in getting exactly what she wants… like always.
The King gives Berwyn a gentle smile as he encourages her to approach
the throne, "Good afternoon my dear Berwyn what can I do for you today?"
Thinking quickly of her plan and how to start its implementation she
simpers to the King, "Oh Uncle I am so sorry about Merrett. If there
is anything I can do to help you please just let me know."
Wondering how stupid this girl really is and how dim-witted she thinks
him to be, "Thank you Berwyn but he is as good as he can be and his
guards now consist of those that I know I can trust. Did you have
anything else on your mind my dear?" while thinking to himself, `that
is if you have enough mind inside that simpering greedy body to carry
coherent thought for more than a few moments'.
Hoping to get exactly what she wants like her mother's always promised
she inquires prettily, "Well Uncle, I was hoping to get started on
this heir business. Can I start choosing my knights?"
Set on the course he's laid out already King Odonario states
emphatically, "You may make lists and ask questions of the men but you
do not get first choice, and no choices will be made until Diana is
present."
Disappointed and ready to throw a royal tantrum but knowing better
than to do it in front of the king she replies dejectedly, "OK Uncle I
am sure you know what's best."
After being quickly dismissed Berwyn heads directly to her quarters to
set about deciding exactly which of the Kings Knights would best suit
her and would be able to get her pregnant.
She grabs a piece of parchment and a pen and starts making a list of
the knights and what she knows about them:
• Cianan (captain) is one of the oldest of the knights, strong and
fierce, smart and protective… he'd be hard if not impossible to control.
• Llewellyn (lieutenant) is second to Cianan and is a very strong
leader. He's fierce and protective of those he thinks of his and is
very strong and sharp. Also very hard if not impossible to control
• Royce is one of the nicer ones and is said to have be one of the
last children of the Nuada's noble line. He'd be a good choice for
bloodline alone.
• Ogden is a good knight but a follower. He's a green man which means
he's born from fertility gods. He's a first choice after Royce.
• Adair is quick and friendly and also a green man he'll likely be
fertile and easier to get on my side than those warrior lords and
beast men.
• Ahern is one of those beast men. I`ve hear rumors that he can
actually become a horse and has had relations with some of those
horses in the stable. Definitely not on my list.
• Birkey has always been nice to me when I visited this court. I
consider him the closest thing to a friend that can be had by court
nobles. The fact that he's a green man doesn't hurt he's also on my list.
Writing a note to herself so that she can follow her own way of
thinking she adds: Beri (what she calls herself when she writes in her
journal)--… I think sticking strictly to green men may be our best bet.
So the list would be: Ogden, Adair, Birkey, Elder, and Lennox – Royce
isn't technically a green man but his breeding works for him; and Gair
as well. He's very quiet for a knight but very reliable and steady.
Yes those will be the ones I do my best to acquire. I do like this
idea of having a stable of men just think about it. If one starts to
bore you just tell him to go away and send another back in his place.
Tired of her plotting for now she sets her papers aside calls her
ladies maid and settles for the night.
Chapter 5:
After a long drawn out discussion with Cianan I pack while he makes
our travel arrangements. I am glad he's doing it since I hate that
kind of thing. I decide on a large travel trunk and fill it with
everything I think that I may want or need back in Faery including my
laptop which I had thankfully already shielded from magic a stack of
my favorite DVDs and my iPod.
I arrange for my mail to be held and empty out the fridge so that when
I do come home I don't have a living breathing mold monster living in
it. I call all the utilities paying them up and let my agent know that
I am on my way for an extended stay in Faery. I leave a cell number
for her where she can leave me voice mail that way I am not completely
out of touch.
I am amazed that there is something that Cianan is afraid of; not that
simple fear stops him from doing anything necessary. He's sitting here
beside me clutching the seat arms so tightly that I am surprised they
haven't bent under the pressure.
I decided to try to ease his fears or at least distract him a bit. I
reach over and pry the hand closest to me loose then pull his hand
over across into my lap as I lean into his shoulder.
He jumped a bit when I took his hand and stiffens when I start
cuddling it.
He states somewhat unsure and a bit stiffly, "I am sorry Princess I am
not at my best in the air unless I am flying under my own power. All
this metal it makes me uncomfortable."
She smiles in understanding, "It's ok Cianan, I don't like flying
either. I hope you don't mind me holding on to your though. I find
people more comforting than the seat or even a pillow: believe me I've
tried them all."
Happy for the distraction he asks, "You speak as if you fly often?"
"More often than I like; I have to make a few appearances a year to
promote my books. Most of the time I have enough notice that I can
drive wherever I need to go, but sometimes I have to fly; especially
if the appearance is on the west coast. It's just not feasible most of
the time to drive for a week to make a one day appearance then have to
drive for another week just to get back home."
Thinking thoughtfully and a little sad she adds, "It might be
different if I had company on the drives though someone to share the
sights with."
Not wanting to see her sad or upset he asks tensely due to turbulence,
"What do you do to relax on these flights?
"Well I've been known to work at my books on the laptop. If working
isn't distracting enough I'll try playing a game or watching a movie.
Sometimes I read and I always have my IPod to play music on. Sometimes
none of those things work though."
She looks up at him from under her eyelashes and hesitantly states,
"this being with you is actually more reassuring than all the other
things combined.
Confused at how his insecurity could make her feel better he asks, "How?"
She states simply, "Because I am not alone. You didn't push me away,
you haven't laughed at me and even though you have your own fears you
are still protective and comforting me."
He realizes after talking with her and listening to what she had to
say that she was right and this trip was bearable and almost pleasant
because of the conversation and the company. It didn't hurt that she
cuddled into the entire trip either.
Diana asks as the plane circles the airport, "So what's the plan once
we arrive?"
He frowns as he answers, "Unless the King has changed his plans, we
should be met by two guards and a car. He has arranged attire for you
to change into to be ready at the Sithen where we will also pick up
another pair of guards."
"Why on Earth will I need so many guards? Have there already been
threats made against me? Cianan this is why I left… I am so tired of
constant fighting."
Cianan shakes his head in denial as he attempt to reassure her, "No
Princess, there have been no overt threats, this is just a precaution.
When Princess Berwyn was brought home the threats didn't start
immediately but subtle attempts were made. If even one of them had
succeeded then threats would have been unnecessary as she would have
likely perished or been left in as bad a position as Prince Merrett."
As they head through the airport she asks, "Are Berwyn and I back for
the same reason? IS the king really going to make getting the throne a
contest between the two of us?"
Cianan blanks to court face as he answers, "To my knowledge that is
his plan but I do not know the mind of the King and his plans while
not as painful or as crazed as the High Queens they are still known to
change often and on a whim. All I can offer is that he has radical
mood swings try not to anger him and accept anything that he has to
offer you."
A playful voice from behind them interjects, "Welcome home Dee! I can
also tell you that as of my leaving to meet you, the king was in a
good mood and his plans were unchanged."
We spin around Cianan pushing me behind him and see a tall well
muscled man with flowing long chestnut colored hair and deep soulful
brown eyes that exactly matched the horse that I know he can turn into.
"Ahern you are looking wonderful."
With a sinful smile that does reach his eyes and promises much, "You
too Dee. I see the life of a write suits you."
Smiling at him eyes laughing, "Well I'd have to agree and its fun too."
A deep gravelly voice interjects, "can we take this to the auto. It's
not safe her in the open."
Glancing at the knight who was with Ahern I see one of my other
favorites. He isn't known for humor but is a true knight brave, smart
and valorous.
"Of course Llewellyn we should take this to a more secure location
although I should go on record here and tell you that you are also
looking wonderful. I haven't seen that light in your eyes since long
before I left."
"The Sithen has not been a happy place for any since you left. I am
much pleased that you are back even if it is only because it's the
King's wish and not your own.
Blushing from the compliment, "I am back because it's time to return.
I haven't been in hiding or trying to keep my position from being
known. I just didn't advertise it. I've often, especially of late,
thought of home the Sithen and all the people that I'd left behind."
Chapter 6 - The Car Ride:
After settling into the car against Cianan she looks across the seat
to the men sitting there and asks, "So what's been happening since
Cianan left to get me?"
Ahern looks at Cianan before answering and seeing his nod starts,
"Princess Berwyn has started her plotting. Yesterday she met with the
King and he was pleased to see her until she started her intrigue. She
wished permission to start claiming Knights early."
Llewellyn interjects, "She simpered, giggled, and primped like he was
one on the auction block! It was disgusting. She tried to play on his
grief by acting like she cared about Prince Merrett when all knows
that she's personally tried to assassinate him no less than 5 times in
the 3 years before she left."
Ahern continues, "The King was very abrupt with her after this point
telling her that none would be chosen till you arrived and that she
was not the first to choose."
The car is suddenly rocked by an explosion and comes to a sudden halt.
authors notes--
Who's who:
Characters:
Diana Hunter: stands 5 foot 2 inches tall and weighs in at 123 pounds.
Her measurements are 38x26x36. She has tri-colored eyes – outer ring
is a tawny gold, middle ring is a light brown and inner most ring is a
dark brown. Her hair is black with ruby highlight when the sun hits
it. She is quite powerful magically but has yet to develop any of the
major Sidhe powers.
King Odonario: High King of the Seelie Court older man looks about
50-55 silvering black hair very distinguished stands about 6'9 tall
and right at 200 pounds still rather muscular as he works out on a
regular basis. He has twin powers of Darkness and Light.
Queen Aelfwine: Queen of the Unseelie Court—very tall around 6'1"
tall. She weighs about 170 pounds is well muscled but more of a
swimmers muscles than a body builders. She has long strawberry blond
hair that has silver highlight down to her ankles. She has twin powers
of Air (wind) and Lightning
Berwyn Montague (dweller of the pointed hill): stands 5'4" tall weighs
about 128 pounds. Rather curvaceous with measurements of 36x24x36.
Tri-colored eyes outer- tan middle- medium brown, inner hazel (more
brown than green). Her hair is a light white blond that glitters with
highlights of silver. She has magic and has come into one of the major
Sidhe powers (controlling/using lightning). She's very spoiled having
been indulged by her mother Queen Aelfwine her entire life. She also
feels that she is the only option for Heir and any other options are
wrong is very haughty.
Cianan: (picture Ronan from SG Atlantis with straight long
hair)--Sidhe lord, looks about 28-30 years old- 295 pounds of pure
muscle stands at 7 foot 3 inches tall he has a very muscular build,
broad shoulders down to a slim swordsman's waist; strong muscular
legs. His hair is thick and flame red long to his knees its various
shades of red make it look like he has a head of living flame: Usually
worn in a club. He is good with magic, can shape shift into a full
dragon and his Sidhe power is control of flames. He has a dark toned
skin dusky like from the Mediterranean.
Prince Merrett: 6'2" 245lbs. he has his father's black hair and tri
colored blue eyes going from lightest(outermost ring) to darkest
indigo(inner most ring). He was smart and brilliant swordsman and just
a bit spoiled. His Major Sidhe power is over water. (He has never been
strong in this power so has little control once he gets things started.)
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