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Before Homer
by Tigger (c) 1997
It was dark in the old man's library sanctum, but then, it
always was when the young man did his secret research. He had
waited until the old man had taken to his bed chamber, and
then waited some more for the drugged wine to take effect.
The last thing he wanted was for the old man to catch him
poring over the ancient tomes in the old man's library - tomes
that had been old when Atlantis had sunk beneath the bright
blue waters of the Mediterranean.
What the young man was doing was dangerous, for at least two
reasons. The first, and the one he gave the most credence to,
was that the old man was a member of the Circle. The Circle
was a loosely allied group of practitioners of the mystic arts
who "circled" the basins of the Aegean, Ionian and
Mediterranean Seas. They were men and women of incredible
power, and their alliance was one of mutual distrust. Before
the peace had finally come, petty jealousies among these, the
greatest magicians, sorcerers and wizards of their time, had
threatened them all. One never knew when some thoughtless or
imagined slight might bring the full fury of a powerful spell
down upon one of them.
Finally, they realized that they all had better things to do
with their time and power than squander it on one another.
The Circle had formed to provide communication and mediation
between feuding parties. If necessary, it also provided a
means to accumulate sufficient power that the will of the
majority could be forced upon one or two individuals in the
group if they resisted more peaceable methods of resolving
their differences.
In fact, the old man had, as little as three years ago, been
under the Circle's interdict, deprived of his powers and his
place, for attempting the murder of one of his rivals. For an
entire year, he had been forced to live as a drudge in his
rival's house, as the lowest of the lowly. He had been quiet
since his release, immersed in his studies, and the Circle
thought that he had learned his lesson, and would spend his
remaining days in peace.
They were as wrong about that as the young man was in his
belief that the old man was his greatest threat. The greatest
threat to both the young man and to the Circle was contained
in the writings and researches that the old man, the Wizard
Talachus.
The young man was Talachus' apprentice, Circutus. He had been
brought into the wizard's household shortly after the old
man's release from slavery. Supposedly, Circutus had talent
and the wizard had promised to teach him, but to date, all
Circutus had learned from Talachus was drudgery. He cleaned
the house, prepared meals, cared for the animals and tended
the small herb garden of strange plants that never went into
the cook pot, but he had not been taught even the simplest
parlor trick. Not in over three years.
At least, he had not been taught by the Wizard.
After two years of frustration, he began his midnight trips
into the Master's library. He had already learned to read the
symbols because he was responsible for collecting materials
and for putting them away for Talachus. Now he read the
ancient books voraciously, and he found out something else
about himself. Circutus had an eidetic memory, and could
remember everything he read. More than that, he discovered
that he could apply what he had learned.
He unraveled the secrets of the herb garden, learning what
plants cured, what plants were useful in magic and what plants
killed. He learned to "see" beyond his body, to send his
spirit forth on the world while his corporeal self remained
apparently asleep. He learned to use some unseen force to
destroy and to shield. He learned many things.
Over the past year, his power had grown, but still he wanted
to learn more. He needed to learn more, because he "knew"
that although the old man did not intend to teach him as he'd
promised, he did have plans for Circutus. The young man would
need to become infinitely stronger if he was going to be able
to protect himself. It had taken nearly the entire combined
power of the Circle to restrain Talachus, and the old man's
power had not dimmed in the intervening years.
A shaft of moonlight caught his attention as it shown on the
old man's desk. On the desk, was a book the young man had
never seen before. Quickly, he read through it, and realized
that this was the journal in which Talachus kept his
researches. The book was ponderous, with many pages filled
with the old man's cramped script. Rapidly, he read the last
few pages again, wondering at what he saw. It was a
transformation spell - of that Circutus was fairly sure. What
purpose the old man had for it, the apprentice could not tell,
but he committed it to memory before going on. There was
something about this spell that did not quite make sense to
him and so he re-read several of the symbols again.
Without warning, the all light fled the room, and the air
became icy cold. Spinning from the desk, the young man
searched for the windows, but they were gone. He took another
look, and then realized - he was no longer in the library.
His eyes adjusted to the stygian blackness and he saw a small
lessening of the darkness. Carefully, he made his way toward
the light.
As he was about to reach out to touch the strange gray portal,
a shimmering light appeared in front of him that coalesced
into Talachus. The old man's visage was crimson in his fury.
"You have trespassed where you were told not to, boy!" The
words thundered in Circutus' head as well as in his ears. "If
I did not need you as a test subject, I would kill you now -
slowly, agonizingly, over the course of days." His voice was a
hissing whisper. Circutus tried to move, to attack, but his
body would not obey him.
Suddenly, the wizard's face brightened into a smile, one that
was infinitely more frightening than his anger. "Perhaps,
this will work out even better. I still have you and will
still use you when I am ready, only now, I don't have to
restrain myself with you anymore."
Talachus gestured and fiery pain licked at every nerve in the
boy's body. He screamed, and the wizard's smile grew wider.
Then he stepped back and through the portal of gray. The pain
receded. "That was a warning. The portal will let you pass,
but what you just felt will be a pale thing beside what you
will feel if you try to follow me outside. My servants will
see that you are fed - the portal will stop only you. Now,
you will rest. I promise that you will need it."
The hold on his free movement ended with the Talachus' exit.
Still jittery from the pain, he sank to the floor and fell
instantly to sleep.
He awoke when one of the guards entered the blackness with
bread and water which he threw at Circutus before turning on
heel to scurry back out into the light. So, the wizard was
not lying - others could pass. The question was whether or
not he had lied about whether Circutus could pass. The
previous night's demonstration had left him leery of trying.
Still tired, he felt around the darkness and found the bread
and began to eat. That Talachus had something planned for
him, something horrible, Circutus did not doubt. The enhanced
sensory perceptions he had developed in his clandestine
studies all pointed to something like that.
He could call the Wizard's bluff and just try to leave. That
was too simple. Even if the wizard was lying, there would be
guards. It might even force Talachus to implement his plan
sooner than later. Besides, Circutus did not think it was a
bluff. What the wizard had described was something described
in one of the tomes the apprentice had read.
Those damnable tomes. If he had not read the one tonight, he
would not be in this mess. Then, inspiration hit. The spell
he had read tonight. If he understood it correctly, he could
change himself into someone else, someone who was not held in
place by that wall.
Elation flared, then died. He'd still just run into the
guards and be taken to Talachus in his new guise. The
discovery of his rapidly growing powers might be the final
factor that forced the wizard's hand. As strong as he had
become in so short a time, he knew he was no where near as
powerful as Talachus. Too bad he was not stronger. . .
A cold chill crawled up the boy's back. Inspiration buoyed
him again. If he could transform himself, why not into a
powerful sorcerer in his own right? At least that would give
him a fighting chance, which he would not have otherwise.
Surely, it would be better to die fighting than to wait for
whatever fate Talachus had planned for him.
The decision made, he relaxed his entire body, and focused all
of his being on remembering those pages and the symbols on
them. He mentally practiced the gestures of power and spell
song over and over in his head, modifying the words for the
change he wanted. Finally, he felt he had it right.
Swallowing his fear, he stood, faced the gray portal, raised
his hands and began to sing. The world seemed to go white
instead of black, and still he could not see.
He continued his song.
Pressure squeezed at his guts and pulled at his chest, forcing
him to fight with grim determination for every breath.
He continued his song.
Raw, cutting agony burned through his groin, nearly bringing
him to his knees, but he fought back and staying erect,
continued his gestures of power.
He continued his song.
And then, it was over. Drained, he crumpled to the ground,
and fell asleep.
He awoke again when another loaf of bread bounced off his
head. He crawled towards where he heard it fall. His body
felt wrong. For one thing, he was much shorter than he had
been, much lighter. He found the bread and sat to eat it.
As he lifted the bread towards his head, the loaf brushed
against his chest. It felt . . . .odd.
He set the bread on his lap and moved his hands up and found
breasts. He could not see them in the lightless black, but he
knew what they were. His hands flew to his groin, flipping
the bread off into some corner of the cell in his haste. But
he did not find what he sought. His manhood was gone,
replaced by what his fingers told him was a down-covered
cleft.
He was a woman. Was that what those symbols had meant? That
the spell turned men into women? If so, what about the other
part? Was he now a sorcerer, or rather a sorceress?
How could he tell? A niggling thought in the back of his head
said, yes, he was. He looked at the gray portal, and
suddenly, understood it - somehow. He, no, she knew how it
was created.
More importantly, she knew how it was destroyed. Thought
became deed, and the blackness melted around her. Light
accosted her eyes and she blinked to clear them. As her
vision cleared, she realized - she was back in the old man's
library. She had never left, but rather had been imprisoned
in a corner of his sanctum.
She turned towards the desk, her heightened senses already
telling her what, or rather who she would find there.
Talachus writing in his book.
Without warning, almost without conscious thought, she struck.
Her thrust paralyzed the old man's body, robbed him of speech,
and thus deprived him of most of his power. What power he
could wield without speaking or hand movements was not a
threat to her. Once again, she did not know how she knew
that, but she did.
She slowly walked around the desk to face her former Master.
His eyes followed her, as she seated herself on the stool she
had used before . . .before she had become she instead of he.
- - Who ARE you?? - - The thought was imperiously inserted
into her mind, but she detected a quaver.
"I am, or rather was, Circutus." she answered aloud and
enjoyed the look of abject shock and disbelief on the wizard's
face. "I used your spell to change myself into a powerful
sorcerer. I did not realize that the symbol I could not
translate would change me into a female sorcerer." Her voice
became coldly menacing. "You will tell me how to change back
and I might let you live."
She sensed fear, tinged with triumph well up in the wizard's
mind. Then, a cackling mental laugh. -- I can't change you,
you fool, and neither can you. Only a male can work the
counter spell, and only on themselves. Thus, you can only be
a man again if you are a man. I was working on an unbreakable
curse and using that self-transformation spell as a starting
point. I was going to revenge myself on those fools who
humiliated me by turning them into pleasure slaves. - -
She looked deep into the wizard's mind. He fought her with
all his considerable mental power, but she was just too
strong. He was telling the truth. There was no counter
spell. Moreover, the spell's effects grew with time. She
would remain powerful, but the feminine aspects of her
personality would grow, until finally, it would be as if
Circutus had never lived. Ultimately, her life would become
as if she had been born female and had lived as a female all
her days.
Even now, she realized, her mental picture of herself was that
of a young woman. She even thought of herself in the feminine
tense. She was momentarily dismayed, but that emotion quickly
fell before the power of the enchantment. She smiled to
herself, and thought aloud, "This has some real
possibilities."
- - You think so, slut? Well, let me tell you the whole of
it. You are going to want men - many men, and soon. Very
soon. Your female drives will become strong and you will need
men to ease your needs. - -
Actually, she decided, that did not sound all that bad to her,
but the exultation she sensed in his thought annoyed her. She
would have to do something about him. Besides, she did not
want to have to watch her back for the rest of her life.
She sighed, resigned to having to kill him. The last thing
she needed was that swine looking for any and every
opportunity to do her harm.
"That is it!" she crowed, before her eyes narrowed on the old
wizard, her smooth brow furrowing in concentration.
Suddenly, his arms rose up, and his hands began to make a
series of complicated gestures. His mouth opened and he
began to sing. . . .
She felt confusion, then recognition and finally terror roil
up in his isolated mind. - - STOP. . . Please STOP . .
Nooooooooiiiiiiiiiiii. . . .- - and then, there was nothing at
all there.
With victory came the spoils. Talachus' entire library and
laboratory was now hers, and she consumed every bit of
knowledge she could find there, her power seeming to grow with
each word. Nor was it all that difficult for her to gain
control of Talachus' island after that. What she had done to
the old wizard had spread among the guards, and she could do
that to any of them, without the need to use the trick she
used on him. That she had done so only he could break the
spell. Only she had made certain he couldn't break it - ever.
Besides, she had the power gleaned from one of the ancient
scrolls to "adjust" their thinking, just a bit - making them
loyal to her.
It was a lovely day a few weeks later. She was out walking
her pet on the beach when one of her favorite guards came
towards her, leading a tall, bearded warrior. Her burgeoning
feminine instincts responded strongly to the mere sight of
him. He was really quite magnificent. She stopped and waited
for them to catch up with her.
The guard stood to one side, ready to protect his Mistress,
but the handsome stranger bowed deeply, taking her proffered
hand to his lips. "Milady." he said in a deep, rich baritone
that made her toes curl. "I am Odysseus, King of Ithaca. I
am trying to get home from the great war, but my men and I
need food, water and rest."
A dark smile creased her lips, as she acknowledged his
greeting. "And I am Circe, Lady of this Island. You are most
welcome here."
A loud, squealing "OOINNK!!" broke the pair's eye contact.
Circe giggled, and leaned down to pet the large, very fat pig
on the other end of her leash. "This is Talachia, milord. She
is just a little cranky because she is going to have babies in
a few weeks. Strange, but when we bred her, we couldn't keep
her away from the boar. Talachia wanted him so badly." Circe
offered with a sexy little giggle. "Still, it is her first
time."
The large sow squealed again, but settled immediately when her
Mistress gestured at her. "Now, Milord, Odysseus," Circe
said, taking his arm, "come and let us see what we can do for
you and for your brave men." With a flirtatious smile to her
guest, she handed the leash over to the guard who took it very
reluctantly. "I am *sure* I have a perfectly lovely place for
them to stay. You, of course, will be my personal guest in my
house."
And she led him up to her home, Talachia trotting docilely
along behind them.
end
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