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The previous installments of this story line are republished under the heading "Witch Chronicles". WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1 WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 2 WITCH CHRONICLES 006 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 3 WITCH CHRONICLES 007 - Dark Beginnings WITCH CHRONICLES 008 - Prelude to War Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. 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The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- Government file 00008: Document classification: Events leading up to the Restoration See also: Diaries of characters of the Restoration: Government file 00001: A TG Witch's Tale Government file 00002: Elizabeth's Story - Elizabeth Government file 00003: Elizabeth's Story - Lynn Events leading up to the Restoration: Government file 00004: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 01 Government file 00005: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 02 Government file 00006: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 03 Government file 00007: Dark Beginnings Note: The events contained in these files are either personal diaries or the transcription of recordings made of personal awareness of events leading up to the Restoration. As such, at times they tend to ramble and also contain a suitable content of material that is not suitable for perusal of minors. In an effort to keep events as accurate as possible, no attempt to edit these files for content has been made, and any use of these files in any place where children might have access to them (history books, libraries, etc.) should be strictly regulated. GOVERNMENT FILE 00008: Subtitled: Prelude to War By JRD [Bambi Welker] [The following is from a copy of Bambi (once James) Welker's personal diary. The events contained within the first splice are introductory and show an insight into Bambi's personality. Those immediately following in the second splice happen simultaneous with the events contained in Elizabeth's diary at the end of File 00007.] As I sit here, writing my diary, I am amazed at all the changes that have occurred in my life in the past 3 years. As my hand moves, my arm casually brushes my breast, and part of me is very happy. Not because of any sexual excitement at touching my own breasts (although there's no shortage of that), but because three years ago they weren't there. I'm 17 years old, and a transsexual. I was born male and given the name James Christian. Problem was, I wasn't supposed to be male. Okay, maybe that's not fair, maybe my body was supposed to be male, at least as far as the genetics were concerned. The problem was, it got a woman's soul. The thing is, even I didn't figure it out, not entirely, until puberty. I've always been different. You see, I'm a genius. A hundred and seventy-four IQ at last test. When I was a kid, I always had an affinity for soft, feminine things. I preferred playing with Barbie to playing with G.I.Joe. I preferred the feel of Mom's panties to the feel of those briefs Mom got me to wear (I think if her panties had fit, I might've stolen a couple pair to wear). And I preferred skirts and dresses to pants. I never shared my feelings with anyone, figuring it was part and parcel of being a genius. Where did I get that idea? Television (hey, I was 5, give me a break). I mean take a look. All geniuses on TV are either portrayed as pencil-necked loser-geeks, or total nut cases (usually the mad-genius foil to some super jock). Then I entered school. Now, already, I had an education years ahead of any student there (I was an avid reader with a photographic memory). Then I saw the way the big kids treated the "smart" kids, and the way they treated the "sissy" boys (the smaller boys who weren't much interested in sports). It didn't take much figuring to realize that being smart and small was already two strikes against me. If they found out I really was a sissy, I'd get pounded into the ground on a daily basis. So when I was confronted on the playground by one of the bullying 6th graders I dropped him with a shot to the solar plexus, earning instant respect (kind of silly the things that'll impress grade schoolers). I then became "macho boy", worse than the worst of the bullies. The worst part was, I really took the most of my frustrations out on my big brother, Jerry. You see, even though I made a big ass of myself, anytime a new "big kid" came into town he had to try me to see if he could beat me. And I hated beating them up, but I knew that I had to. I also knew that if I could just get a really big body they'd stop harassing me. But it was my brother who inherited the big body. In 3rd grade he was larger than most 6th graders, and was big enough to make first string on the high school football team his sophomore year. And I hated him for getting what I couldn't. Then, when I was in fourth grade, I got pulled into the principal's office. I thought it was for fighting, and, in a way, it was. The principal thought he knew what was causing me to feel the need to lash out. He thought that I was so far ahead of the rest of my class that I was lashing out because of boredom and he wanted to skip me ahead right into 7th grade. He spent a half hour going over with me and Mom the why's and wherefore's of the benefits of skipping me ahead. I wasn't too keen on the idea, but Mom was right there, and she seemed so proud that I just couldn't say no. So, next year, I was in 7th grade. That was when I discovered that I liked boys more than I liked girls. Romantically, I mean. That was also when my feminine soul really started giving me troubles. Being in junior high with a bunch of kids going through puberty introduced me to the concept of sex early on. And when I fantasized about having sex, it was with me on my back, with a guy on top of me playing with my breasts. Okay, I suppose I knew on some level I wasn't going to get any breasts, but that didn't stop the fantasies. But in 7th grade Health class, the sex ed. part, was when I was forced to confront the fact that it wasn't going to happen. That was also when Mom bought a computer. One of the top of the line for its day. She mostly bought it for work, but gave me free reign of it for schoolwork. Then one day, after I got on after Mom, I was curious about what she had been doing, so I started digging. Mom had been talking to another computer with our computer, and the number was still in the modem register. I called the number and got the computer of a factory of some kind. Well, Mom had never been specific about where she worked and what she did, and the site was too non-specific to appease my curiosity. So I attempted to get into the secure areas of the other computer. The security was good, but it was way too run of the mill to keep me out for long. And what I found out shocked me. Mom was a sorceress. That's right, a spell-casting, reality manipulating sorceress. As head of the state's council, it was her job to coordinate the White Sisterhood's (the name of the all-female organization) activities with the Collegiate Brotherhood (the all-male counterpart) against the forces of darkness. I was fascinated and spent as much time as I could finding out as much as I could about both groups. But it was something else that I found out that really excited me. It seems that somewhere in history the Brotherhood had lost the ability to safely awaken the power of men with the highest power levels. Since the forces of darkness would forcibly induct this power level if they weren't awakened, the men were transformed into she-males and given a couple weeks being courted to convince them to remain women in order to get them to join the Sisterhood. This, of course, restarted my fantasies of becoming a woman all over again. I spent the next four years wishing I had that upper power-level, but praying that if I didn't, that I had no power whatsoever. You see, when a sorcerer or sorceress gets awakened, their bodies get stuck in a condition called "native state". They don't age, and can't be transformed for more than a half day out of any two day period without causing a mental breakdown. Just as I had fantasies about being a super-powerful sorceress, I also had nightmares about being awakened as a medium powered sorcerer and having to spend the rest of my life as a guy. Well, I spend the next four years wondering as I completed all 6 years of high school. When I completed high school I figured I could maybe take a year or two off (if 18 year olds can do it, why not a 13 year old?), but everybody, Mom included, just figured I'd go right into college, so before I knew what was happening, Mom was dragging me from campus to campus checking out which one to enroll me in. That was when IT happened. Mom dragged me off to check out some campuses in New York, which scared me senseless. Bad enough to be entering college 5 years early, but to be enrolled in one on the other side of the nation? I think I might've killed myself. Luckily Mom didn't seem too serious about it, and, in fact, she seemed kind of preoccupied. When I asked her about it, she said it was just some job stuff. I wanted to tell her I knew what her job really was, but I didn't. When we got home, Mom brought me to the sitter (despite protests that I was too old for a sitter) then went off. When she got back, she told me that Jerry was off getting some special training. I thought it was for football. But then I started getting suspicious when he didn't return after a couple weeks. I really got suspicious when Mom quickly changed the subject every time I asked about Jerry. I did briefly think he might be a sorceress, but his name didn't show up on the name rolls for either the Sisterhood or the Brotherhood, so I was left to wonder. Then, 9 months later, shortly after finals, Mom takes me down to the kitchen, with my eyes tightly shut, and introduces me to this fantastic babe. Then she tells me that this fantastic babe is, or more accurately, was, my brother. I nearly screamed and attacked him. Here I had been wishing for the past four years to become a sorceress and my brother gets the wish. Then I revealed that I knew about sorceresses. We had some words, then I went upstairs to the computer. Well, Mom was called away on some business for the Sisterhood, and left me at home with my new sister, Jenny. But Jenny had a friend, a beautiful redhead named Wanda, and I heard them talking that night. The two were in love and planned on spending the rest of their lives together. I felt that this was the last straw. I had been wishing that I could find my one true love, and once more, my brother gets what I want. The next day, I tried to blackmail Jenny into giving me the ability to have sex with whomever I pleased. I claimed that I'd planted knowledge about the Sisterhood in public servers and it'd go to every newsgroup I could find if she didn't comply. So Jenny granted my wish, but added her own twist. She made me desire people who were the opposite of who I used to desire. I started desiring women, the more feminine the more I desired them. For three days, she let me fuck women, but I remembered what I used to desire, and, when actually in bed, desired what I used to, namely men. Then she confronted me, and I broke down and told her what had been going through my head over the last ten years of my life. We talked, for the first time in our lives, and she agreed to help me realize my dreams, and for the rest of Mom's time away, I dressed up and acted as I wanted. Acted as my soul directed. Became a girl. Then Mom came home and, with Jenny's help, I told Mom how I felt. She was a little freaked. I don't suppose I can blame her (although I did at the time). But she agreed to take me to see a doctor. After discussing it with me the doctor agreed and started me down the road to becoming Bambi. That's my name, and I chose it. Yeah, I know. In my sister's words, it's not a very enlightened name, but there's something about it that just seems right. For me, at least. Well, a year and a half later, after living as a woman, and months of hormone therapy, Mom agreed to get me implants. Actually, she agreed to get them so as to provide a cover for the spells to enhance my breasts. I only had B cups before the implants. I wanted huge, huge breasts, but Mom only agreed to up me to D. She said that if, after a couple years with those, I still was determined to get larger we could discuss it then. I've got to say though, she was right (but unless she's peeking into this diary, she'll never hear me admit it). After dealing with my D's, seeing my sister deal with her L's (the size of a sorceress's breasts are in direct proportion to her power, and Jenny is the world's most powerful sorceress), and Mom deal with her E cups, I'm satisfied with what I've got. And when I'm not, I use a magic bra Jenny gave me that gives me a pair of DDD's. Well, shortly before I got those implants, I met the man who was to become my boyfriend. Travis Beckman, the sixth grader I dropped when I was in Kindergarten. Now that's irony. At first, he introduced himself wondering if I was related to Jimmy. I told him that I was Jimmy's cousin. He then asked me out. I put him off, since this was before the operation to give me a vagina, and I didn't want to take any chances on him finding out who I was. He kept pestering me though, and on the Friday before Spring Break (when I'd be getting my implants) I said I'd go out with him on the Friday after Spring Break was over. I got my implants on Monday. On Tuesday, I was eating chicken broth (I had had a nauseous reaction to the anesthesia, and that was all I could keep down) when he knocked on the door with a bunch of flowers. It seems he was a volunteer at the hospital and had sneaked a peek at my chart. He came in, we talked, and he started pestering me for the reason why I had decided on implants. Well, I was too sick to take it for long and confessed who and what I was, figuring that it'd keep him from bothering me any more. He just laughed a bit when I told him. I asked him what was so funny, and he pointed out the irony of his having a date with the boy who had laid him out over a decade ago. I was shocked, asking him if he didn't mind me being a transsexual. He then confessed to me that he was bisexual, and my transsexuality, far from being a turn-off was a major turn-on. He then kissed me and left, and I nearly tore my stitches out in a pleasure fit. FINALLY, I had found someone who would accept me for who I was. I went home next day with the doctor warning me what I could and could not do and how long not to do it for. Of course, not fifteen minutes had gone by once I was home before Mom had transformed my breast implants into real breast tissue, and completely healed me, so it was kind of unnecessary. Next Friday, Travis and I went out on our date. He wined me, he dined me, and he danced me to my heart's content. Then he took me out to the local make-out point and we watched the moonlight dance on the water. Finally, he turned to me and said, "Bambi?" "Yes?" "I... I know what I'd be trying to do if you were a real girl-" I cringed and shoved him away from me. "DAMN IT! I am a real girl," I tapped my chest above my heart, "in here," then tapped my head, "and up here, where it counts!" He flopped back on the seat. "Oh, great, five seconds into the conversation and I've already screwed up." He then turned to me and said, "Bambi, I am SO sorry. It's just... I don't know how to treat you. You've admitted you haven't had sex since starting your sex change, which kind of makes you a virgin, even if you did have sex as Jimmy. You're also a genius. You're also UNDERAGE." He put his hand on my cheek and gently stroked. "And what I want to do with you can scare off girls who have had sex, who aren't geniuses and aren't underage. And that is the absolute LAST thing I want to do with you." I looked into his eyes and saw need, combined with lust, with a healthy touch of fear. I took his hand from my cheek and placed it on my tit. "Travis, if you really want to treat me right, then forget who I used to be, forget about my "virginity", forget about my intelligence, and forget about my age. You want me to love you, both physically and emotionally? Just treat me like you would any woman you brought up here." He sat there for a few seconds before tentatively sliding his arm around me, pulling me close and kissing me. He gently fondled my tit before unbuttoning a couple buttons on my blouse and sliding his hand in. I was shocked as a wave of pleasure coursed through me. I mean, I had played with myself before and got quite a bit of pleasure from it, but it was nothing like this. I moaned and pressed my body up into him. I loved the feeling of his strong hands on my body. After the kiss, with his hand still on my bosom, he asked, "Do you want to take this to the back seat?" Travis was driving a 50's muscle car, with one of those HUGE backseats. I nodded my assent, and Travis slid his hand from my blouse. He got out, turned around, and I was already in the back seat with my blouse half off. Yeah, I know, it was slutty, and the kind of thing that can earn a girl a fast bad rep if she does it with the wrong guy. I don't care. Didn't then. Don't now. Travis just smiled and got in the backseat with me. He took me in his arms and gently held and stroked me as we kissed. He carefully slid my blouse off, and laid me on my back. He kissed down my neck, then laid a line of kisses along my breasts where my bra was. He then kissed up to my nipple, sucking it through the lacy fabric. While he sucked on my breasts, he slid his hands under my skirt, and up to my panties. His slid his finger into the leg holes, and briefly stroked the sides of my dick. I hardened a little (the hormones making it nearly impossible for me to get really hard) under his touch, and moaned, shoving my hips into his hands. After a few seconds, he pulled my panties down, while kissing his way down my body. As he flipped up my skirt, I put my hands on my breasts and rubbed. He leaned in and kissed my dick before sucking it into his mouth, causing me to take a sharp breath and arch my back. He then gave me my first blow job. He was gentle and loving, while being firm and strong. He cupped and lifted my ass, massaging it while sucking me. It wasn't long before I was screaming like a hellcat and cumming into his mouth. Not much came out (another side effect of the hormones) but it still felt great. After I came, he slid up beside me and held me. I stroked his broad chest, and said, "Travis, how long does it take you to get hard again after cumming for the first time?" "Depends on the person I'm with. Usually about 15 to 20 minutes. Why?" "Because I want to both suck you off, and feel you inside me, and I was just wondering if we had time for both tonight." "Man, you are better than I could ever believe. Aren't you afraid of getting a bad rep?" I thought about it. "Maybe. And maybe I'm just overcompensating for a decade and a half of being in the wrong body. But right now I just want to be with you, having sex, a woman with her man." Travis smiled and kissed me. We sat up and my hand went down to his crotch, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. It was already hard, so it took a little work. It was about 7 inches, and about as thick around as my own had been before my transformation. I leaned over in the seat and licked at his cockhead. I was pleased and excited when he moaned in pleasure. To think that I could get that kind of reaction from a man. I continued to suck and suck. I tried to duplicate what Travis had done to me. I must've been doing something right, because it wasn't too long before he was saying, "Gonna cum, gonna cum." I then stopped, straddled his hips, and grasped his cock. He asked, "What are you doing?" I responded, "I can't wait," and proceeded to ram myself down on his cock. It hurt, but it was a good pain. The pain of lost virginity. The pain of becoming a woman. As soon as I was all the way on him, I was about to start moving on him when he grasped my hips and held me in place. "No, don't move," he said. "I'll cum too quickly." I didn't care. I wanted him cumming inside me, spraying his man seed into my feminine bowels, but he wouldn't let me move. When I settled down a bit, he moved his hands up and unsnapped my bra, letting my new tits swing in the breeze. He then kissed and fondled them, still refusing to let me move on him. "Warn me when you're close," he told me. It took a little while, but I finally said, "I'm there," and he took me in hand and started moving me up and down on his dick. It was only a short while later before he and I were cumming together in our first simultaneous orgasm. I collapsed on top of him, his dick growing soft in my ass. It was a lovely feeling. Finally, he picked up my bra and blouse and put them back on me, not even making me get off of him till I was dressed. He then gently set me on the seat, knelt on the floor, and helped me back into my panties, giving my dick a quick kiss before pulling them up around me. He then got out, ran around and escorted me back to the front seat. When he got back in, I snuggled up to him, and he drove me back home. When we got there, he escorted me to the front door, said, "See you tomorrow in the school courtyard?" and kissed me after I nodded my assent. The next day, he wasn't there when he usually was. I didn't know what to make of it. Part of me wondered if he was just late, but another part thought that maybe this was his way of dumping me. Of course, that was when sleazy Sam had to appear. An ugly troll of a boy reeking of garlic. He came up to me and just put his arm around my shoulders. I shoved his arm off of me, saying, "Get off of me, sleaze." "Oh, come on, baby. I was up at lookout point last night. I saw you and Travis on your first date. The whole campus knows what kind of girl you really are." I blanched a bit, but wasn't about to let this ass get the best of me. Luckily I didn't have to worry about it. Travis chose that moment to make his appearance, clamping his hand down on Sam's shoulder. "And what kind of girl would that be? And before you answer that, keep in mind that this woman is my girlfriend, and if you say anything bad about her I'm gonna make you eat your teeth." Sam gulped. When he didn't say anything, Travis said, "You have somewhere else to be, don't you?" making clear by the tone of his voice that it was an order, not a request, either for information or compliance. Sam beat it out of there, and Travis sat beside me. "Sorry I'm late. I had to make a stop." He then pulled out a long, narrow jewelry box. He opened it up, and inside was a simple gold necklace. He took it out, then took off his senior class ring and slid it on to the necklace. He held it up by its ends and asked, "May I?" I was shocked. He was asking more than if he could put on a bit of jewelry. By asking me to wear his class ring, he was asking me to declare myself his steady. I sat there for a few seconds before whispering, "Yes." I moved my hair out of the way, and he hooked the necklace around my neck. Mom freaked a bit when I showed it to her, saying I was too young to go steady. I just pointed out that I was older than Jenny had been when she and Wanda declared their life mating. And I wasn't declaring a life mating, just saying I had a steady boyfriend. That was about a year ago. Travis and I are still together. We've shared a few lovers, but Travis is still my main fuck. Since going steady I've gotten the operation to get a vagina. I think Travis is a little disappointed in that, but he understands why I felt I had to do it. But I've got a surprise for him. A gift from my sister. A little while ago, I lost a great job due to a sexist asshole. It later turned out that the man was part of a private social club that treated all women like crap, so sis took him and his cronies and turned them into submissive she-male slaves, giving them to girls they hurt. I got my ex-boss, and I'm going to share "her" with Travis tonight. ************ Today has been mind-blowing. Travis and I never managed to get together with Candy. And right now I'm sitting by his bedside nursing him back to health. It started with the last class of our day. Travis met me outside as he usually did. And he kissed me as he usually does. We walked to the cafeteria, which was closed, but had some tables and vending machines. Travis bought me some fruit (a girl's got to watch her figure), and bought some cookies for himself. We sat down side by side, and ate with his arm around me. When we finished I told him, "I've got a surprise for you." "What's that?" "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. Let's just say I've found someone for a 3-way that you should find really fun and exciting." "Who is he?" We had both found lovers for the occasional 3-way. I had made love with girls that Travis had brought to the relationship, but more for the sake of him than for any interest in women. So far, though, I've only brought men into the relationship. "She's someone my sister introduced me to." "She? Am I influencing you into a more bisexual nature?" I smiled. "Maybe you are." That was true enough. Since dating him, my attraction to women had increased. "But don't worry. My attraction to you hasn't lessened at all." He laughed a bit. "That's good to hear." He then kissed me. At that point, a couple people walked up. One said, "Bambi Welker?" I looked up. From the moment I saw them, I was creeped out. There was a darkness about them that bothered me. "Yeah," I said. The first one, a tall man, said, "Come with me." I was shocked. "I don't think so." The man said, "You have no choice." Travis said, "Now wait a second," and stood up, placing himself between me and the two strangers. The other person, a voluptuous woman, stepped forward. Suddenly Travis screamed in pain, and I saw the pointed end of a sword come out his back. Travis dropped to the ground, and I went to the ground beside him. I looked up. The woman's arm had become a sword. Knowing that the Sisterhood and the Brotherhood have strict rules about using magic in front of normals, I knew that these people were dark sorcerers. The man grabbed me by the arms and lifted me up. "You will come with me." I kicked him in the balls. A useless maneuver, but all I had. My foot slammed into something solid. I don't know whether he had a force field or had shapeshifted into something without balls, but the result was the same, nothing. I struggled a bit, then heard a woman say, "Put the girl down." I twisted my head around to look at the voice. It was a pretty redhead, maybe mid-20s. The man told his partner, "Kill her." The female sorceress walked over to the other woman. "Get out of here!" I screamed, but the woman didn't move. The sorceress transformed her hand again and shoved it through the woman's body. The woman didn't even flinch. But then, she changed. Her skin, clothes, and hair all became the color of red clay, and she grew and shifted, becoming an asexual, four-armed thing. It raised its arm, and smashed the woman's head in. The man yelled "Crap!" and spun me around. He put his hand around my throat and said, "Don't move or I kill the girl." Suddenly the thing extended its arm into a column that blew past my ear. I felt blood spray the side of my head and the man went lax. I went to my knees beside Travis. The thing shifted back to its human form and said, "We have to go. More will come." "I'm not leaving Travis!" The thing came over, lifted Travis up, and placed its hands on his wound. Its hands broke off, and flowed into patches for his wound. It grew new hands, grabbed Travis's collar and threw him onto its shoulder. It then shifted into a Pegasus. It waved its head towards its back where Travis now was and waited for me to get on. After I did, the thing flowed restraints around me and Travis and took off at a gallop. It took to the air, making me glad it had restrained us. We flew east, out of the city proper, till we reached a huge estate. I felt this strange tingle and suddenly the yard was filled with people, and others. I saw a gryphon on the ground. Someone leapt onto its back and it took to the air. It flew straight towards us. When it got close, it growled out, "Who are you?" Before I could say a thing, the woman, an Asian with huge breasts (I assumed a sorceress) on the Gryphon's back yelled out, "That's Bambi Welker, Jenny's sister!" "Please!" I yelled out. "I have an injured man! Please help me!" The Gryphon nodded and flew towards the ground. The Pegasus followed. As we got close, I saw both Mom and Jenny on the ground making their way towards the open space we were going to be using as a landing strip. As we pulled to a stop, the restraints let us go, and I leapt to the ground. I pulled Travis to the ground beside me and yelled, "Mom! Travis is hurt! We were attacked!" Mom ran up and took a look at him. "Can't you do anything?" I asked. "This is beyond my ability to visualize." She turned to the Gryphon. "None of our council members are healers, can you do anything?" "For someone we've met, yes, but not with a stranger. Healing with one of our breed is a form of physical transformation. if it's someone we don't know, the transformation can be influenced by our subconscious desires, resulting in transformations to someone or something they're not." Desperate, I begged, "Can't anybody do anything?" I heard a man yell, "Coming through!" A tall, good-looking man burst through the crowd and ran to Travis's side. He stuck his finger in the clay and said, "What the hell is this?" The Pegasus extended its wing to Travis's body. The clay became liquid and flowed into its wing. The man then started to check the wounds. A tall woman with large breasts stepped up. The man said, "Send us to the E.R. Now!" The woman said, "Arnold Shwarzennegger is a movie star, Send these two to the E.R." Suddenly Travis and the other man were gone. "Where did they go?" The tall woman said, "Don't worry, hun. We have a fully stocked Emergency Room in the house, and Jason is one of the best E.R. surgeons in the state. There's a Witch friend on call who's a nurse. Your friend's in the best hands possible. You can wait inside for him to get finished." Mom came up and wrapped her arm around me, escorting me to a large mansion. As we walked, I noticed that more than a few people here had very strange bodies, wings, tails, animal heads amongst the most common variations, and I asked, "Mom, what's going on here?" Mom smiled. "When you were traipsing through the computer records of the Sisterhood, did you find any reference to a race of beings known as the Whit-chara?" "A race of natural magical manipulators with the power to cast spells without training. They were thought annihilated at the end of the Mage Wars in the Dark Ages. I assume they weren't." Mom nodded. "Apparently, after the Mage Wars, our two groups lost track of each other. When the dark Sorcerers found out they used that fact and kept our two groups in the dark about the existence of the other." "But why are they all transformed? Don't they have limits on how long they can stay that way?" "Yeah, the same limits we do, but they're not transformed." "But... the wings, the tails... The Gryphon!" "That's their native state. A Whit-chara, or a Witch as they call themselves now, on the birthday following a multiple of 6, 7, 13, 19, etc., they undergo their version of the awakening. Part, or even all, of their body transforms and they gain the ability to tap their mystic potential." I thought about it, and then said, "Mom, the people who attacked us. They were Dark Sorcerers." Mom stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh... no. Bambi, I have to go tell the others about this. If the Dark Alliance is targeting normal relatives, others need to be warned." "I understand." Mom ran back to the group and I started wandering towards the house. That was when SHE came up to me. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw a woman a little over 6' tall, with tits almost as big as Jenny's. I briefly felt a pang of jealousy when I saw that she was also very pregnant. The one thing Mom couldn't give me was the ability to get pregnant. How do you explain someone people knew used to be a boy getting pregnant? But it was when I saw her face that I really stopped. It's not that there was anything really spectacular about it, it was just beautiful. For the first time in my life, a woman was exciting me sexually. She said, "Hi, my name's Elizabeth. I bet you're a little freaked by all of this." "That's an understatement." She laughed a bit. "Come on. I'll show you where you can wait for Jason to finish." "Is he really any good?" "Jason's the best. And he's got a Witch friend as a nurse. If they can't pull him through, he can't be pulled through." "There's a pleasant thought." "Sorry. He'll be fine." She put her arm around me and led me into the house. I waited in the house for a few hours when the man, looking much more like a doctor in his hospital scrubs, came out. I breathed a sigh of relief when he said, "He's going to be okay. He lost a lot of blood, but the cut was clean and there was minimal tissue damage. He'll be a while in recovery, but he should be fine." "Where is he?" "He's being moved upstairs. He's already in Liz and Lynn's room. They volunteered. Liz is with the Councils in meeting, but Lynn can take you upstairs." He waved towards the door, and I turned and saw a lovely Eurasian girl, about my height, and, for the second time in my life, I got wet over a woman. She walked up to me and extended her hand. "Hi, my name is Lynn. I'm Liz's wife." I took her hand and shook it. She led me upstairs and into a well furnished bedroom. Travis was already waiting on the bed asleep. I sat beside him, and took his hand. Lynn came over and put her hand on my back. I looked up at her and said, "Not that I'm complaining, but why did you volunteer to put Travis up in your room?" "Because of you. Liz says that as soon as she met you, she felt a connection to you." "The feeling is mutual." I turned back to Travis and said, "The strange thing is, I've never felt that way about a woman, any woman, before." "I know the feeling. I've never felt that way about a man before, but strangely enough, I think I could actually spend time in bed with you and your friend there. I asked Liz about it. She calls it an innate soul link. No one knows what causes it. Some people believe that it's the remnants of the soul link ritual forged in a past life. Others, a blessing from god." Travis then started to stir. "Bambi?" "Here, my love." Weakly, he asked, "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, love. But you're the one who needs rest." "Was I... in surgery?" "Yeah." "Before I went under... I had the weirdest vision. I thought I saw a girl who was part cat." I turned to Lynn. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "That's Jen, a friend of ours, and the nurse who helped with his surgery." I wasn't sure how Travis was going to be able to handle magic, so I just said, "That's okay, love. We'll talk about your visions after you've had some rest." He nodded and fell back into a deep sleep. ************ [Dorina Tempus] I got tired of waiting in my office for news of our attacks on the mortal relatives of high ranking sorceresses and Witches so I went out to the comm center. "How goes the collections?" A woman turned to me, and with fear in her voice said, "Uhm, not good, ma'am. We were only able to get about ten percent of our targets before the magic users started bringing their norm relatives into shielded areas." She handed me a sheet of paper. "This is who we got." I looked over the sheet. It would've been all worthwhile if just one name had been on that sheet, but, of course, "Where's Bambi Welker? She should've been one of the first captured." "Uhm, we don't know. The agents we sent after her were found with their heads smashed apart." I crumpled the paper in my hand and it went up in flames. I could feel the terror rise from the men and women present, most of whom were mortals who had no mystical power. I decided an exercise in power was necessary to maintain intimidation. Whether she knew it or not, the girl (this one) would not suffer from my anger. If I targeted the bearers of bad news, everyone would be afraid of telling me things I needed to hear. Better to choose a random target to inspire my minions not to fail me. I looked around the group and selected a man in the corner. I pointed my finger at him, cast my spell, and he was dragged forward by invisible strings. I forced him to kneel before me. I cast the spell to summon a cat-o-nine-tails to my hand. I then disintegrated the clothes on his body. I let the ends of the whip dangle on his back, before pulling my arm back and delivering 5 strokes across his ass. I decided not to deliver any more. No point in being gratuitous. Besides, the wretch was beginning to enjoy it. That's the problem with punishing agents of our Dark Alliance, far too many of them are masochists. I then walked back to the woman who had given me the message. I could tell from the fear from her that she was afraid she was next. I reached out and grasped her breast. I gave her a slight bit of pleasure before saying, "You are relieved for the day. Go get cleaned up and dressed in something slutty then come to my room." With heavy breath, she said, "Yes, ma'am." I smiled and returned to my room. The girl would learn pain tonight, but she would also learn to enjoy it. As I entered my room, I heard my brat whine for food. Not deciding to waste time, I disintegrated my shirt and bra. I grabbed my brat and slapped him to my tit. I felt him start to gnaw on my tit and realized the little punk was starting to teethe. It was almost enough to go through the process of getting pregnant again. But I endured the torture, since I figured this was too sensitive a time to be taken out of the action with a bun in the oven. After I finished feeding the brat, I heard a knock on the door. I put the kid to sleep and opened the door magically. The woman came in, dressed in a red tube top, black mini, stockings, red heels and a garter belt, whose straps were plainly visible between the top of her stockings and the bottom of her skirt. "Very nice," I said, complimenting her. "Thank you, ma'am." "Come in." The girl hesitantly stepped forward. "You need not be afraid. I am not going to punish you." She walked up a couple of steps. I stepped up to her. "You showed great bravery, telling me what I needed to know without hesitation, even though you knew it would probably anger me." "Well, I felt that if you found out later it would probably anger you even more." "That it would have." I stepped up behind her, and reached my arms around her. I took her breasts in hand, and started to massage them. She moaned and I said, "Your bravery deserves a reward." I kissed the nape of her neck. "I am going to give you a promotion." Panting heavily, she asked, "To what?" "To my sex slave. Do you want the job?" "Oh, Yeeeessssss." She was probably only responding to the sexual stimulation I was giving her, but that didn't matter. By saying yes to me she accepted the job and all it entailed, even if she didn't know what it meant. She was now my property. I could do anything to her that I wanted, short of killing her, and she couldn't protest or even resist. And I showed her my power over her by increasing her breast size. She watched in amazement as her tits swelled till they were larger than mine, popping from her top. I disintegrated her clothes, and turned her around. I lifted my tit and brought her head down to it. She immediately took the nipple in her mouth and started to suckle. I may have hated feeding my kid, but I did enjoy the feeling of a sexual partner sucking on me. Her hand strayed to my crotch, and as soon as she touched me, she said, "Oh, you feel so large." I just smiled. She would soon see, and feel, how large I truly was. I fondled her tit a bit, before saying, "Take down my pants and suck me." She went to her knees before me, unsnapped my pants, and pulled them down. She gasped in shock at the size of me. "I... I don't think I can take that." I grabbed the hair on her head and bent her neck back, forcing her mouth open. I lifted my dick and dropped it into her mouth. "You can and will!" I cast a small spell that gave her more flexible throat muscles and suppressed her gag reflex. Now she could have deep throated anything she could've gotten her mouth around. Not that she could do so without discomfort, but she could do it. Of course, I wasn't doing it for her, but for my own pleasure. I slowly pressed into her. Her eyes widened as she felt my dick slide down her throat. I continued to press into her until I was all the way inside her, her nose pressing into my abdomen. I started moving her on me, growing hard as I did. The girl was amazed as the muscles in my dick lifted her from the ground. When I got hard, she was standing on her feet, bent at the waist, as I continued to move her back and forth on me. I must say, she was good. Despite barely being able to breathe around my dick, she managed to retain enough muscle control to massage my dick. I was soon spraying deep into her throat. I threw her off of me. "Get on the bed!" I commanded. She got up and ran to the bed, throwing herself atop it. I stepped out of my pants and walked over to the bed, my erection jutting out in front of me. "On your back," I told her. She lay herself out, spreading her legs, assuming I wanted to fuck her. I smiled, got on the bed and straddled her abdomen. I lay my dick between her tits and pressed them together. As I started to move back and forth between her tits, she reached up and massaged my tits. As I pumped she licked my dickhead which kept bumping her nose. I was soon dumping my second load of the night, this time, all over her face. I then got between her legs, and pressed my dick to her slit. I slowly pressed in, savoring the pain she felt as my dick stretched her wider than she had ever been stretched before. Soon she said, "Oh, no, too much, too much." I smiled, pulled back on my hips a little, then jammed all of me into her, eliciting a shriek of pain. I started pumping into her. Soon, she was moaning, first from pain, then from pleasure. I continued to pump until I was spraying into her, and she was thrashing in orgasm underneath me. After I finished I pulled out and lay beside her. I noticed my dick was covered in blood from her ripped open cunt. I used a bit of my power to heal her. (No sense ruining her for tomorrow.) Then she said, "Thank you, mother." I grabbed her by the throat. "What did you call me?!" Haltingly, she said, "Mother. I... am... your first born." I stared at her. She was just old enough to be my first born. I squeezed harder. "Did you hunt me down?" "No. It was... chance. Random... chance." I released her. She rubbed her throat. I said, "Tell me how you came to be here. How you came to even know I was your mother." "Before I can even remember, I had been a part of the Alliance's child porn industry. And I was good at it. And I liked it. By the age of 12, I was the world's premiere child porn star. But as I entered my teens I wanted more. "I was tagged, so they always knew where I was, so they had no trouble letting me go out between shoots. I started going to the library, working on getting my G.E.D. I applied and passed at 14. "They never let us have much money, but from 12, I saved all that I could, investing wisely. I entered community college at 15, making sure to schedule my classes wisely. I went for a degree in mass communication, with a minor in computers planning on learning how to direct and mass market the films I loved. "But I was found out after three years. I thought they'd order me to stop, but instead they said nothing. But when I graduated last December, they moved me into the comm center. I regretted not being able to be involved in porn anymore, but one does not refuse an order from the higher ups in this organization." "And how did you find out about your lineage?" "I hacked into the database." Then she quickly said, unnecessarily, "They encourage that, so long as we report every try, and the results." I knew of that rule. The theory being that if our own people can't hack into secure areas with their greater access, then an external hacker can't either. And if they do get in they find a hole we can patch. Their minds can always be wiped if they discover anything they shouldn't. I quickly scanned her records. The reason she had been moved into the comm center was because her grades in school had been astoundingly good. It would've been too much of a waste to keep her as a simple fuck star. I rubbed her tits. "Ingenious." "Thank you, mother." "Don't ever call me that. When you accepted the job as my slave, I became your master." "Yes, Mmmm... Mistress." She looked at me in fear, but I just said, "A side effect of my awakening transformation. No one in the Alliance can refer to me with a male pronoun or title if they know the female version of it. I was hoping you didn't know the female version of Master. I will not punish you for it." "Thank you, Mistress." My brat started whining about his diaper. "Go take care of your brother." She got up and went over to his crib. I was tempted to order her from my room and from my life. I didn't want any reminders of my motherhood. But she was a sexy little tramp. And she'd be useful taking care of the brat. After she was finished, he started whining for food. "Bring him over here," I said angrily. She brought him over and I slapped him to my breast. "Little punk eats too much." "Ma'am?" "What?" "Couldn't you cast a spell to turn him into a girl? I know that there's a much greater demand for girls in porn then for fat, little boys." "Girls don't necessarily eat less than boys. This one eats more than any other, but my third, a girl, was number two. But you do give me an idea." I cast a spell, changing all his clothes and accouterments to female colors and styles. "He will be raised as a girl. And the little brat has caused me so many problems with "her" appetite, that she'll be given as much to eat as she wants, and when she turns 12, a spell will be cast to cause all her fat to migrate to her tits and ass." I couldn't help but laugh evilly. ************ [Daphne Newell] After Bambi's arrival things got really hectic. When Elizabeth Welker told us that Bambi thought she had been attacked by dark forces, everybody scrambled to get norm relatives into protected areas. Luckily most everybody I cared for in the norm world lived under the same roof as me. But I was curious about the pegasus that Bambi had come in on. I was going to inspect it when I heard others saying that it had disappeared. Well, yelling, actually. People were scrambling to find the flying horse that had suddenly disappeared. I looked around. As a lawyer, I have been trained to notice things that are out of place, and I noticed her. A strange face just watching others moving around her. I yelled out, "You!" forgetting how my body had changed. My voice now had this intense, deep rumble to it that caused it to carry over the crowd. Everybody just stopped. I walked up to this woman. "Who are you?" As matter of factually as you please, she replied, "I have no name. I think perhaps the more apt question would be,' What are you?' to which, the answer would be, I am the Clay Metamorphic Servant, unit designation number 37, commonly referred to by my creator as CMS-37." "Okay, what are you doing here?" "I have been assigned by the Master to act as the personal bodyguard for the girl named Bambi Welker." "Why? What makes her so special?" "Unknown. The Master did not choose to confide in me his reasons for ordering me as he chose." "Who is the Master?" "My creator." "But who is he?" "Beyond the knowledge of his existence as my creator and Master I have no personal data as pertains to his identity." "What are his plans?" "Unknown." "Can we trust him? Can we trust you?" "As to the first question, unknown. I do know however that the Master harbors a deep resentment and hatred of the Dark Alliance. As to the second, my Master has ordered me to act as bodyguard for the girl, Bambi Welker. He has ordered me to be obedient to the girl's desires, except where such obedience would place the girl in danger, or place me in such a position that I couldn't act to protect her from danger. He has ordered me to be truthful at all times, except for when such truthfulness might place the girl in danger or might contradict the girl's desires. To the extent you believe me and my orders, I can be trusted." "Were you the Pegasus that brought Bambi here?" "I was." That brought a few startled looks from the group. "What are your capabilities?" "As an advanced CMS unit, I have the capability of shifting my form to a variety of preset forms. I have the capability of watching and absorbing the forms of others. Should I stay in one form for at least 6 hours, the form is added to my repertoire. Because of the fluid nature of my body, I am nearly unstoppable, although sufficient force can disrupt me to the point where I need to expend most of my energy on reforming." "Would one of these forms you can assume be a 7 foot tall, four armed clay statue?" "Yes." "Were you one of the three who saved me and my compatriots earlier today?" "I was." "Was the man in the hood the one you call Master?" "He was." "Was that a Hexatar staff he was wielding?" "Unknown. The Master has never given me its name." I stopped and considered it. "You must stay here. We can't just accept that you are on our side in this." "Understood. As long as the girl is within the bounds of the dual shields of this house, I have no problem waiting between the two sets. But if the external shields are ever breached, I will be forced to penetrate the internal shields in order to be close to the girl." I wasn't sure that this CMS could do as it claimed, but I figured that if the external shields were ever breached, we'd have a whole lot more to be worried about than this thing. I turned and walked back towards the house. I went inside. It was getting late, but I knew that the combined councils would be meeting soon. Jason would still be operating on the boy Bambi brought with her. I supposed I could still start the night's festivities with Andrea, but it was a birthday gift they gave me that they would spend the night together with me in the same bed. Since Jason was gay and wasn't attracted to anything without a dick, this was a rare occurrence. From the side, I heard, "Hey." I turned and saw Jenny and Wanda approaching. They were dressed in different outfits from the last time I saw them. Not surprising since they had disintegrated their clothes when they came together. "Hey, yourself. Oh, Jenny, your sister is here." "Bambi? What's she doing here?" Quickly I outlined what had happened. "So now we know who it was who saved us," I said. "Yeah, but we don't know why." "Agreed." At that point, aunt Sarah came in and said, "Ladies, the councils want to start the meeting immediately, and they want you there." I escorted Jenny and Wanda to the area outside where the council would be held. Things were discussed and decided. Luckily, years of listening to boring testimony made it possible for me to pay attention to all the details of the meeting. It was almost three hours later when the head of the White Sisterhood's council said, "Mrs. Norman, there is an issue I'd like to broach with you." Lizard answered, "Yes?" "It's about your wife. She has the potential to be a sorceress of some power, but she has expressed a reluctance to be away from you and her children." "So?" "Mrs. Norman, we cannot afford to deplete any potential resources we may have access to. I'd like to ask you to encourage your wife to accept our offer to awaken her power." "At which point she's forced to abandon her family for a year in order to train. I couldn't ask that of her even if I were willing, which I am not." "But-" "No. The subject is closed." "Mrs. Norman, I don't think you understand the severity of the situation. We are about to enter into a war for the fate of all humanity. Perhaps, being a Witch, you don't care-" Lizard leapt to her feet, livid. She slammed her fist down on the table. "HOW DARE YOU! My wife is human! My children are human! My uncle, my cousins, my niece and nephew, all human! And now, you dare come into my home, threaten to take my wife away from me and say I don't care?! I should destroy you where you stand!" Lin Su jumped up, clearly not willing to back down. I saw others about to jump in (whether to help the combatants or stop them I wasn't sure) and I stuck my fingers in my mouth and whistled loudly, getting everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, as stated earlier, we are about to enter into a war for the fate of all humanity. We CANNOT afford in-fighting." I turned to Lizard and said, "We cannot afford threats that will start it." I then turned to Lin Su and said, "We cannot afford base insults that will start it." Both looked down, chagrined. "Now, if you're finished bitching, I have a potential solution for you." "Alright," Lin Su said. "We awaken Lynn's power, but she stays here and is trained here. She doesn't have to leave her family and can devote her non-family time fully to her studies." "Impossible, the rules for training new sorceresses have been in place for almost five hundred years." Sam spoke up. "And you have not worked with one of our breed for three times that long. No offense, Mrs. Lin, but all our previous rules, both Witch and Mage, must be reviewed, revised, and if necessary, discarded to adjust for that fact. We need to not only train new Transformees, to use a Witch term for new magic-wielders, in the use of magic, but also in how to work their magics with the other factions. "Elizabeth Norman is, by far, our most accomplished Witch. She has also spent the last 13 years of her life working with her aunt, our head trainer. Combined with her link with Lynnette, this will allow her to form and develop techniques for our groups working together, for it is only our union that will allow us to defeat the Dark Alliance." "But we cannot afford to spare a teacher to instruct just one sorceress." One of the sorcerers said, "So we move our instruction areas here. I have seen the teaching area for all of our groups. The one here is by far the best. The shields are better. The layout is superior. We can establish permanent warp links between all the training areas, making this our center of operations." Lin Su said, "Well, it seems I am out voted. I shall defer to the trainers in this matter. But tell me, how did you manage to gain such an impressive training area?" Aunt Sarah said, "I have been discussing just that with your trainers, and it appears that it comes from the differences between our magics. Where sorcerous magics require active visualization of all aspects of a spell, Witchly magics... flow into the cracks, finding the rough spots that would make a spell incomplete. It only requires active visualization of the goal, rather than every part of the spell." I asked, "Doesn't that make Witch magics more powerful?" "In some ways, yes. But that power has its drawbacks. You may have noticed that Witches tend not to cast spells that tamper with the minds of others. It is our bleeding effect that spawns that prohibition. If a Witch winds up making a mistake in the visualization of a spell, she might wind up rearranging someone's mind." "But where do sorcerers excel over Witches?" "Rituals and enchantments. A Witch cannot enchant items. A Witch also cannot create rituals. Through the use of ritual magics a sorceress could theoretically increase her power to the point where any spell could be cast." "Theoretically?" Lin Su said, "There is a practical limit. To increase a sorceress's power by two times, she needs to spend 2 hours working on the ritual. But for every factor after that it requires doubling the time. Three times the power requires 4 hours, 4 requires eight, and so on. The entire ritual must be done at once, and since there is no way to restore fatigue magically, at some point the sorceress has to stop." I said, "But we have rituals. The marriage ceremony for instance." Sarah said, "All invented by humans during the Witch wars of the Dark Ages. That's also why we know more about the rituals than do the human mages. Since we can't invent or reinvent the rituals, we're much more protective of the rituals we've got." "Aunt Sarah, I've heard you mention the Witch wars, the Mage wars to the sorceresses, before, but you've never gone into much detail about it. What happened then?" Aunt Sarah sighed. "It's not a proud moment in our history. After the fall of the Roman empire, Witches and humans stayed separate. Like America after the emancipation proclamation, separate but equal. Marriages were strictly prohibited. "But, about 1,500 years ago, a Witch and a human sorcerer fell in love. The sorcerer developed the bonding ritual and used it on the two of them. When it was found out, the two were forced apart. Strangely, they didn't fight it. No one knew how powerful the ritual had been, and that it was now impossible to separate them entirely. "But it was also discovered that the Witch was pregnant. Up till that time, no Witch had ever Transformed later than their twenty-fifth birthday, and when the birthday went by and nothing occurred, the Witch was... beaten to death for polluting Witch bloodlines." I gasped. "Her father disappeared shortly thereafter. But six years later, on the girl's thirty-first birthday, she Transformed. "The girl, having been tormented all her life for being a half-breed, went ballistic with her new power. She attacked Witches for what they did to her and her mother, and attacked sorcerers for the father that she never had. They tried to stop her, but, as you know, but they didn't, a human/Witch crossbreed is far more powerful than a full breed. It was then that the first Dark Alliance struck, in the chaos of her assaults. But they were beaten back when the half breed attacked them. "The Witch disappeared, but a group of Witches decided at that point that she had been too dangerous to allow a repeat, so they decided it would be best if all Witches got together and used their combined might to strip all humans of their magic using ability. When the Council refused to agree they struck on their own, starting a civil war amongst Witches." Lin Su said, "That was when the Dark Alliance struck again. In the aftermath of the half breed's attack, combined with the chaos of the civil war, they were careful to strike only human targets. Witches that might've been sympathetic were too preoccupied with their war to help with something that was a "human" threat. But then... something happened." "What?" Sarah said, "Humans.. lost their magic. No one really knows how. At first, it was thought that the Witches seeking to annihilate human magic potential had succeeded in casting some kind of spell, but they were as mystified as the rest. That was when the Dark Alliance turned to us. With their human foes suddenly having nowhere near enough power to stop them, they decided to go for the whole thing. Depleted as we were by our own war, we didn't stand enough of a chance alone to even bother, so we sought out the humans and formed an alliance of our own. "We fought together, but it still wasn't enough. The dark Alliance, thanks to the intercession of their demon masters, still had full access to all their magical might. Even when the Witch rogues realized what the war they had started had allowed to happen, and rejoined us, it still wasn't enough. "But working together allowed the rogues to get to know humans and realize their mistakes. The leader of the rogues eventually discovered a way to strike a blow against the Dark ones. As you know, when a Witch dies, her body disintegrates, releasing her magical energy into the world around her. Working with a human sorcerer, the leader of the rogues discovered a way to collect that magical energy and utilize it. "So the rogues got together and collectively sacrificed themselves to produce the magical energy necessary to strike at the Dark ones' source of power, the demons them self. They weren't able to destroy them, but they were able to forge the other-dimensions that now serve as their prisons." Lin Su said, "It was then that the human sorcerers struck. They had arranged a meeting between our two alliances, ostensibly to discuss terms of surrender. They were flooded with the power of the dying Witches and struck against the Dark Alliance. Many sorcerers lost their lives that day, but we finally managed to blast the demons into their otherworldly prisons. Their subjects, no longer having the protection of their dark masters, fell under the sway of whatever it was that had stripped the rest of humanity of their power, and we defeated them. But it was then that we lost track of the Witches. We were too depleted to search for them magically, and by the time we got to where they were, we found nothing. We assumed that they had all been forced to sacrifice themselves for the war effort." Sarah said, "And, after the Sorcerers had their fight with the Dark ones, the area was so devastated magically that we couldn't even scan it. And after a couple days, when we heard nothing from them, we just assumed that they had been destroyed in the fight. So we returned to our lives with a new respect for humanity, the old laws about no mixing abolished." I asked, "But if this battle was so devastating, why isn't there any evidence of it?" Lin