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Government file 00010: 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 Government file 00008: Prelude to War Government file 00009: The Year Before The Restoration War: Government file 00010: The War-Opening Gambit 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 00010: Subtitled: The War-Opening Gambit By JRD [Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams] INT: [To the camera] Okay, we're back from commercial. For those of you just joining us, we're talking with Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams, the sorcerous couple who played such a major part in the events leading up to the recent event known to the world at large as the "Restoration." [To the couple] We had just finished the review of events leading up to the day the war began. What were you doing that day? Jenny: Preparing for the war we thought we were going to fight. Then came the news reports revealing the first strike of the Dark Alliance. INT: And what a first strike it was. In less than a day, the Dark Alliance had attacked and taken control of the capitals of every major power in the western world as well as Russia, China, and Japan. They had surrounded them with impenetrable domes of pure magical energy. The Chinese had even tried penetrating the dome with a nuclear weapon to no avail. Jenny: Actually, the domes weren't indestructible. They had just been prepared against all conventional weaponry. Magic isn't unbeatable, just really flexible. INT: Good to know. But what was your reaction when you discovered what they had done? Jenny: To be honest, we were shocked. We had never considered government capitols as a possible target. INT: No offense, but it seems to be a pretty obvious target. Why was it so shocking when you found out what they were planning? Wanda: We made a critical error when we attempted to judge what the Alliance was planning. We assumed that they would be taking the same approach to this war that they took during the original Mage Wars, and would be targeting sorceresses and Witches. And the fact is, the Dark Alliance had done nothing to let us think otherwise, and had actually gone so far as to sacrifice some of their forces in attacks on Witch/Sorceress strongholds to make us think we were the primary targets. INT: Even so... Jenny: You have to understand. In the previous war, secular government institutions weren't even a target. The darkies targeted magic workers because effectively we were the power back then. Whether you were talking about the court wizard who kept the royal family in place, or the weather witch who did nothing more than predict the weather so that farmers would know the best times for planting, the culture of those ages revolved around us. INT: But things had definitely changed over the last fifteen hundred years. Jenny: And that's where we made our mistake. It was shortly after noon when the reports of the Dark Alliance's attacks reached us at Sarah's house. INT: So what happened? Jenny: We were out in back practicing battle drills when Tracie comes running out yelling, "Guys, guys, the Dark Alliance has attacked! It's on T.V.!" We had expected something soon, the Witches with their prescient senses had been sensing something big, but all details were being blocked by the spells of the darkies. We ran inside and watched the news report of the day the Alliance attacked. After the report, we just sat around, stunned. It was my mom who spoke first, saying, "Well, apparently we underestimated the Dark Alliance, and overestimated our own importance as an obstacle to their goals." I asked her, "So now what?" Sarah stood up. "We go on with our plans. This may change our tactics, but it doesn't change our goals. Unless, of course, there's someone here who wants to live in a world the Dark Alliance would rule?" She looked around, giving everyone a chance to say something. No one did. "Fine. The Dark Alliance has made the first move. It's time for us to make the second." "But what will that second be?" Wanda: I said, "The first thing we need is information. Someone will need to make a reconnaissance of D.C. and see what can be found out." INT: So who got elected for that job? Wanda: After a quick discussion, Jenny and I were elected. It was felt that Jenny's power and mine bonded in the link we shared would maximize our chances for success. INT: So you were on your way to war. What was the mood like? Jenny: Morose. Things were hard to deal with. So that night, Wanda, Tracie, and I just sat in our room, cuddling until Tracie fell asleep. At that point, Wanda and I slid out of bed and went out on the roof. We stared up at the stars for a while until we felt up to talking. Wanda: I started our activities that night. I looked to my wife and said, "Jen, I have a request." "Anything." "This... may be the last time we're able to get some alone time together. I know considering what we're going into, this may seem to be a strange request, but would you fuck me silly tonight?" Jenny: Apparently, we had been thinking along the same lines, because I wanted the same thing. So I replied, "If you'll do the same thing for me later." She just nodded. We both stood and undressed down to our lingerie. I stepped behind Wanda, took her breasts in hand and started rubbing them. I wanted to take it slow and easy, but there was... an urgency, almost a desperate need to our lovemaking that night. But whatever it was, we both needed release, and, although I had not been as "amateur" as I was that night since before I met Wanda, we both acted like we were expert lovers. So my rubbing quickly gave her an erection in her panties. Wanda: Looking back, I can say Jenny was right, but, at the time, I needed her so desperately that any contact between us drove me wild. After only a little while of her hands on my tits, my erection was so hard, it almost ripped my cotton panties apart. So I reached down and pulled my panties down, letting them slide from my body. Jenny: I pulled my own panties down. I didn't pull them off. I just pulled them down far enough to free my dick. I got up close behind Wanda, and pressed my dick into her bum. I was then surprised as Wanda practically threw herself backwards onto my rod. We moved together with almost frantic need until I orgasmed into her. The release was almost mind blowing. I hadn't realized how tense I had been. And after my orgasm, I collapsed to the roof, unable to even stand. Wanda: I had managed to hold off, wanting to orgasm at the same time as Jenny. But I was surprised at how little control my wife had shown, and missed her orgasm. I still had a raging hard-on even after she had filled me with her seed. I turned to her and saw the apologetic look on her face, and knew she hadn't wanted to leave me high and dry, but couldn't help it. I lay beside her, and kissed her in forgiveness. I then gently pushed her to her back, and got between her legs. I lifted those marvelous gams of hers to her breasts, put my dick to her ass and slowly pressed into her. I reached around her legs, took her bosom in hand and rubbed her as I shafted in and out of her butt. Jenny: Thankfully, Wanda's always been a better, more accomplished lover than I was and she managed to hold off until we were moving together as we were supposed to as lifemates. That orgasm was a simultaneous one, and brought a necessary relief to all the emotion of the day. It was nowhere near our best sex, but it was necessary. INT: And that seems as good a place as any to take our next commercial break. Sorry, folks, but we do need to pay the bills. ***** [General Keith "Katherine" Wilfred] My troops and I had been deployed outside Washington D.C. The capitol was surrounded by a bubble which shifted through the spectrum of colors in a steady change. We had attempted to pierce the bubble with a variety of methods, ranging from simple grenades, to small artillery. Nothing had even put a dent in it. We even tried tunneling under, but we only got as far as the edge of the bubble, before our digging tools stopped working. So we positioned ourselves around the dome and waited. Our theory was that if we couldn't get in, we sure as hell weren't going to let anyone else out. It was 0700 hours when one of my captains approached me, informing me that there was a man claiming to know some facts about those who had taken the capitol. I wasn't sure if I should listen to this person, but I had no information and couldn't afford to pass up anything. I returned to my tent, and sent for the stranger and a clerk. Transcript of interview to follow. ***** [Transcriber's notes: Although the interview was transcribed by a clerk and attached to the end of the general's report, it has been inserted here in an effort to maintain the chronological integrity of events as they happened.] Clerk's notes: The man who had approached us was 5'11" tall, had brown hair, brown eyes, was in his mid-30's and was dressed in an overcoat. He had been searched thoroughly and had nothing on him, including any identification. General: "My captain tells me you have information about these terrorists who have taken the capitol?" Man: "I do. The people you face are an organization that dates back over two thousand years. They have gone by many names, but they currently go by the title 'Dark Alliance'." General: "A secret organization going back over two millennia, and no one has any evidence of their existence? I find this a little hard to believe." Man: "But it is true. Keep in mind, sir that these people have managed to simultaneously take the governments of almost every major power in the world overnight without your intelligence agencies being aware of anything. It's not that much of a stretch to believe that they also kept their entire organization a secret as well." General: "Alright, assuming that these people are some kind of secret society, how did they manage to take the capitol? And what is that... globe out there?" Man: "That's where the story gets a little... bizarre. The Dark Alliance is a group of demon worshiping sorcerers. The globes you see around the cities they took are nearly indestructible, magical force fields." General: "Oh, come now." Major Erickson, General Wilfred's aide: "Sir, Arthur C. Clarke a famous science fiction author, once said that science of a sufficiently advanced level is indistinguishable from magic. I'd say that this is just a really high level of technology." Man: "Not exactly. Science is the domination of the universe through its physical modification. Magic is the modification of the universe through direct exercise of will. True, at a sufficiently high enough level science does become indistinguishable from magic, but they still use totally different methods." General: "Do you have any proof of your claims?" Man: He stood up and pulled off his overcoat. Underneath he was naked from the waist up. He lifted his arms and there was a distortion of the light around him. After the light returned to normal, the man appeared to have grown a second set of arms underneath the first. "Sir, I am a Warlock, one of a subrace of humanity born with the potential to develop the ability to manipulate magic on an instinctive level." General: "This is astounding, but how do I know that this isn't some kind of trick, or that you aren't working for them?" Man: "Technically you don't. But I have nothing to gain and everything to lose by coming to you." ***** The interview was terminated suddenly when a lieutenant came in and informed me that a person had stepped through the dome and was just waiting. The four-armed man warned me that this Dark Alliance was not in the habit of making deals or bargaining unless it was in their own self-interest, and that I should be careful. I thought he was just being dramatic, but I later discovered that I should have paid him more heed. I went out to see what was going on. Outside the dome stood a single man carrying a pen and notebook. When I approached him, he asked if I lead the troops surrounding the dome. I responded in the affirmative, whereupon he told me to disperse the forces or let the consequences be on my head. I told him that I was unable to do that, he said that maybe my successor would be more compliant. He then took his pen and made some mark in his notebook. Before anyone else could do a thing there was this whirl of energy around the man. The energy just exploded out like a tidal wave, striking each of us. I was going to order the man taken into custody, but found myself unable to move. I felt a tingle pulse through my body. When the tingle stopped, I looked down at my body to see what had happened. I was surprised when I saw a pair of breasts hanging underneath my shirt. I turned to Major Erickson, mostly to see if he saw what had happened to me. The same thing had happened to him and more. The major now looked like a woman. His hair, once thinning with gray, was now a bouffant mane of blonde beauty. His face was now round and cherubic, lacking any of the harsh lines he had picked up from a lifetime of service to his country. And his new breasts were massive. The fabric of his shirt was stretched so tight around them that the buttons seemed ready to fly from it. Before I could say a word, I was overwhelmed with a desire to force the major to have sex with me, to dominate him physically and make him submit. And judging by the look on his face, he was feeling something similar. We attacked each other, ripping our clothes to shreds as we wrestled for superiority. I finally managed to force the major onto his stomach and jammed my dick into his ass. As soon as I was inside of him, he stopped fighting and meekly submitted to me. I pumped away into him until I came, and when I was finished, he fell to the ground, mewling like a babe. I looked around. The major now had no more interest to me than a passing flea. I looked around and saw others, all, like me, transformed into women, but still retaining their male genitalia, having sex. I had nothing but contempt for those on the receiving end of the sex, but I desperately had to prove my superiority over those doing the fucking by making them accept my dick inside them. I saw a "woman" moving towards me and I went at her. Before we closed half of the distance between us, I was intercepted by the four-armed man who picked me up and carried me away. I fought to get free from him thinking that I had to fuck these other women to prove myself. I was vaguely aware that he had taken someone else along, pulling both of us away from the dome. At some point, the urge to force myself on others disappeared. A little while later, I recovered fully (mentally that is) and asked to be put down. The four-armed man put me down and I got a look around. The dome that covered Washington D.C. was a faint glimmer in the distance. The other person the man had brought along was a woman. She was dressed in a latex suit, the kind of which you see only in contraband, adult magazines. It came complete with a bustier/corset kind of thing, boots and gloves, and mask. At her hip was a whip. The only incongruous portion of her outfit was a simple cross and chain hanging around her throat. The woman was holding the cross out in front of her, like a talisman to ward off evil. I have attempted to recreate the conversation the three of us had in as much detail as possible. She asked, "Who are you two?" "I am, or was, General Wilfred." At first she seemed skeptical, but there was enough of the insignia on what was left of my shirt that she realized that I was who I claimed to be. She suddenly snapped to attention, saying, "Sir! First Lieutenant Marie Callender, reporting." "At ease, soldier. Report on what happened from your point of view just now." "Yes, sir. The troops were watching you and the stranger talk when we saw the man do something with his notebook. Then there was that strange wave of energy that passed over us. After it had passed, I and all the women around me were dressed like this." She waved her hands down her body. "And all the men were... like you, having been changed into he-she's. But then the men started crawling all over each other like rutting rabbits. And then I heard a voice in my head. It was a dark voice. It asked me, 'Don't they disgust you? These animals masquerading as men? And they're the ones who rule you?' Then it said, 'Join us and make it right. You will dominate them. They will be slaves before your might.' "And god help me, part of me wanted to say yes. I saw all the men making it with each other and was disgusted. I wanted to make them bow and crawl before me, but then I remembered the story of Moses and what God thought of slavery. I grabbed my cross, which had remained unchanged and prayed for protection from the darkness. God answered my prayer because the voice slowly faded away. It's not gone, but it is so low I can't make it out. That was when this person grabbed me and carried me away from the dome. But as to why or how what happened happened, I couldn't hazard a guess." I turned to the four-armed man. "Can you explain what happened?" "Only in the most general way, no pun intended. The man was a wizard with the Dark Alliance. That was a demonstration of their power. I suppose if you had agreed to disperse your troops, they would've done nothing, but that would've demonstrated that you were afraid of them. So they did this." "But why this?" "Because this preys on your weakest traits." The lieutenant interrupted. "I am not a mean spirited slaver. I am a god-fearing Christian." "And that's probably the only thing that saved you. They couldn't tailor the spell to affect every person on an individual basis. It would take too much energy. So they hit the big ones. "For the men it was homophobia combined with a fear of loss of their manhood. Change you into mostly women and amplify your sex drive and aggressive natures. You start fucking each other in an effort to prove you're the best 'man'. Then, when you recover mentally, your fear of being seen as anything less than manly makes you easy prey for them. They dangle a return to manhood in front of your fellow soldiers' faces and tell them that they can get a chance to return to manhood if they serve faithfully. When a person agrees to magic, even if they don't know what they're saying okay to, the energy cost drops immensely. Whoever agrees is then put through magical brainwashing and turned into shock troops." I asked, "And for the women?" "Women, as a minority, are a little more susceptible to their offers. Combine the regular oppression they face with the class warfare masquerading as politics in this country, and it's a little easier to convince you to join them with offers of power over your oppressors." "So these people lied to the women? They never intended to give them any power?" "Not exactly. Recall from the lieutenant's story that they didn't actually promise to give them power over all men, just the ones they were watching. Any woman who accepted will probably be turned into shock troops as well, but they will be given command over those new troops." "But how can they give them command over all the men? Surely not all the men will accept the offer." "Any men who don't accept will be turned into slaves. They won't like it or willingly obey, but the women will be given command." "That's insidious." "These people have millennia of practice at insidious." "Is there some way to get me back to command so I can report back what I've learned?" "Actually, General, you're out of this war unless you come with me. There's no way you can really prove you are who you were. I'll bet your fingerprints have changed. A retina print or a DNA print might prove it, but even if you can prove it, in an effort to understand what happened to you, they will subject you to endless tests." "How can you be so sure that they won't be able to prove how to duplicate your magic with science?" "Because others with far more experience with magic have worked at it and failed. There is a woman currently living in California who has achieved some wondrous results by applying the principles of theoretical quantum physics to her use of magic, but even she can't explain all about magic." "But if our experts-" "General, you don't understand. Magic isn't like science. Once a principle of science has been discovered, anyone who takes the time to learn it can apply it. But with magic, you must first have the potential before you can use it. Even if your 'experts' can discover the principles behind magic, they'll never be able to apply it, at least not until it's too late." I now realize that the man was right, although at the time I wanted to argue. I had spent my entire life in the service of the American military. I found it hard to believe that we would be so powerless against these strangers. But I decided that there would be no point in arguing at this juncture. I ordered the lieutenant to return to command to report what I could not. It was then that I experienced my first beneficial taste of magic, minor as it was. The four armed man told us to wait for a second before Lt. Callender returned to her post. He then started to sing. Normally I wouldn't make commentary, but the man was bad. I mean real bad. The song was barely tolerable, and felt like someone was running their fingernails across a chalkboard. The reason I do explain this is because he later explained that this was what he called his Crutch. He explained that all Witches had a method of focusing their magic energy in order to cast spells. It's always something hard to do, but not impossible. For this man it was singing a song from beginning to end. But before the man received his power he had an accident with his vocal chords. And as painful as his singing was on my ears, he informed me it was twice as painful on him. I asked him if there was anyway to use the Crutch against the Dark Alliance. It was then that he explained the difference between sorcerers and Witches, and that the Dark Alliance consisted of sorcerers, not Witches. Witches, he explained, are born with the potential to manipulate magic, and on the birthday of a year following a multiple of six (7, 13, 19, etc.) they undergo a physical Transformation, and gain the ability to actively use their power. A sorcerer, on the other hand, won't develop their potential until sometime after puberty. But before they can utilize their magic, they need to have a special kind of spell cast on them that they call an Awakening spell. When he told me that there were no Witches in the Dark Alliance, I asked him how he could be so sure. He then explained that most Witches' Transformations were not something that could be easily hidden, his own arms being an example. As a result, Witches are insular and form close knit groups with each other. He also explained that the power that the Dark Alliance uses pollutes the soul and drives its users insane. He said that there was no way that a Witch could become attached to them without other Witches knowing. I personally was doubtful, but didn't argue it. Anyways, after he finished his song, magic energy swirled around us, and I was back in uniform, altered to fit my new form. The lieutenant was also back in uniform, but only briefly. After just a second or two, her clothes shimmered and she was back in her latex outfit. The man explained that whatever had changed her outfit was still active on her, and would change whatever clothes she wore into her new style. It was probably better that way, though. It would give her definitive proof of the story. After we sent her on her way, I asked the man if he could change me back. He told me that he had barely had enough power to manage the clothes transformation he had done, but one of the women we would be meeting later on was a sorceress who specialized in physical transformations, so she'd be the one to ask. We continued to travel for a while to an outlying suburb. We went to a large house and went inside. There we met a man who the Warlock (the male, four-armed Witch) introduced as his husband, Thomas, a sorcerer he had met only a year ago. We went into the basement, where an intricate circle filled with artwork and inscriptions rested in the center of the floor of the room. Just about a minute later, the room shimmered and without any other portent, two women stood in the center of the circle. The two women were of an almost unnatural beauty, one being an over 6' blonde, the other a stunning redhead about a half foot shorter than her partner. The most notable thing about both women was the size of their breasts. Both were enormously well endowed in that department. They were introduced to me as Jenny (not Jennifer) Welker (the blonde) and Wanda Adams. They were here to recon the situation and to try to do whatever they could to slow down the Dark Alliance. ***** [Dorina Tempus] I walked into the control room. "How go the shows of force?" My slut, dressed only in a pair of panties (she had slowly been making her clothing more and more revealing ever since I first took Lois to my bed in an effort to draw my attention back to her), said, "Exceedingly well, ma'am. We've already detonated the transformation spells in the U.S. and China. And we're already receiving reports from the other countries we were assaulting that they are starting to withdraw their troops without even the need for threat." "Very good." The heads of the countries didn't know it, but we had only decided to invest enough energy for three mass transformation spells. We chose the U.S. and China for the large number of troops each had placed outside their capitols. To be honest, I hadn't decided what would be the third target if there had been no withdrawal. Most likely Japan, but any European country was also a possibility. I turned to another subordinate. "It's time to proceed with stage 2 of our plan. Tell the groups targeting the U.N., Silicon Valley, and Cairo to go ahead." I turned to walk away, but was surprised when the man said, "Ma'am, I don't understand why we're going after Cairo. Egypt is hardly a power capable of doing anything to resist us." The room went dead calm as I froze in place. I slowly turned back to him, and coldly said, "Cairo itself is a distraction. I want the pyramids. They predate the last Dark War we waged, and despite being in the kill zone of the final battle, somehow managed to survive relatively unscathed. Teams we've sent in since then have detected something there, but we've never discovered exactly what. I want to know what it is." I felt a wave of surprise run through the room as I turned and seemed to walk away from this man. But before I left the room, I said, "One other thing." I then raised my hand and clenched it into a fist. The man screamed in pain as part of his body was destroyed by my magics. "I just destroyed one of your kidneys by blasting it apart. You couldn't take a transplant for it even if one were available. Question me again and I will ensure you a horrible, painful death as a reward." Then I said, "Slut, be in my room in one hour. Wear that red teddy I like," and left the room. An hour later, I heard the knock on my door, and I had my slut come in. The first thing I had her do was get down on my knees and suck me off. I enjoyed her doing that. Thanks to her sub-dimensional pocket, Lois was the better fuck, but because of my spells, my slut definitely gave a better blowjob. After we finished, I ordered her to my bed as I began to get undressed. While I stripped off my clothes, she asked, "Mistress, may I inquire as to where your attache is?" "She's with Bambi tonight." "I see." "And I see that you still disapprove of their relationship." "No, ma'am, but it isn't my place to judge." "No, but this amuses me. Feel free to speak your mind." "I just don't understand why you allow their relationship. They have formed an emotional attachment to each other. Bambi Welker could undermine the girl's devotion to you." "You still underestimate the control the dark power has in our lives. Once a part of you, it can never be denied. Far more damage is being done to Bambi's self image by forcing her to use her body in order to continue as she is than is being done to my control of Lois." "As you say, Mistress." As I climbed on the bed, she asked, "Mistress, may I ask one more thing?" I sighed, but said okay. "I've noticed that each of the three factions in this war refer to the previous war by different names. We call it the Dark War; the Witches refer to it as the Witch War, and the sorcerers and sorceresses call it the Mage War. Is that just ethnocentrism? Wouldn't it just be easier for all concerned to refer to it by the same name?" "Very good for you to have noticed. It's that intelligence which managed to get you through your college education despite being in our pedophilial ring. The fact is each name refers to something slightly different. The Witch War refers to the war the Witch renegades fought to eliminate human magical potential. The Mage Wars refer to the battle the White Sisterhood and the Collegiate Brotherhood waged against us when we took advantage of the Witch War to launch our attacks. And the Dark War is what we use to refer to the part we played in both wars. Although no one but us knows what part we played in both wars." "What part did we play in the Witch War?" I started stroking her breast. "We did nothing less than help the renegades win the war. Ironically, it was seeing us start to win when humanity was stripped of most of its potential that convinced the renegades to sacrifice themselves to provide the humans with the power to capture our Dark Lords, reducing our own power so they could defeat us." My slut was panting in lust, but asked, "How did we manage to destroy human magic potential? That'd take more power than all the Dark Alliance mages combined." "We used the power of the Temple of Dalinor combined with-" Realizing what had happened in the last war, I froze. "By the Dark Ones!" "Mistress?" "How could I have been so stupid?! If they find out the secret behind the Temple..." My slut was asking something, but I was already off the bed and running back to the control room. It was a measure of how important this was that I didn't even clothe myself. As soon as I was in the room, I ordered the troop deployment officer, "I want an Intrusion and Elimination team sent to the Beverly Hills complex of our enemies." The man started to protest, but I just disintegrated him before he finished his first sentence. I pointed to another man and said, "You're now in charge of his position. Order the team out now!" The new man wisely asked, "Target?" "Daphne Newell. Even if it takes sacrificing every man on the team, the she-demon teth-kiran must die!" ***** [Elizabeth Norman Thompson] I was in my room today. Lynnette was working with some of the more technically minded sorceresses in an attempt to teach them how to cast the spells she invented. Unfortunately, she wasn't having much luck. It seemed that she was right, and without years of training in subatomic physics, others just couldn't envision what was necessary for the spell. Little James started to cry a bit for food and as I picked him up, a tear escaped my eye. Not because of anything James did, but because I was suddenly reminded that Bambi wasn't here to help. Whenever I needed anything when she was here, she was right by my side to help. She took her duties as my wife to be very seriously and really did more than she had to. Maybe it was because she felt she was to be denied the joy of birthing a child, but she was always there for me. I walked over to the window, lamenting the fact that I hadn't been able to give Bambi her wedding gift. I had talked it over with her mother, and decided to change Bambi into a full female. Let's face it, with all the war was bound to entail, there was no way the world was going to be able to deny the presence of magic any longer. But then the day of the wedding came, and when Daphne and her wives were otherwise occupied, we were attacked and Bambi was taken from us. Lynn and I had been beating ourselves up since then. When the diversionary attack was made, both of us raced off to the attack. We headed back just in time to see that woman in the armor take to the sky with Bambi and Louise. Travis and the CMS took to the sky after them, but it was no use. As soon as the stranger left our shielded compound, she was gone. I and a few others quickly tried to trace her, but she was long gone. I wanted to get together with Travis and Lynn, but Travis had disappeared. When I tried to track him, I found he was just as shielded as Bambi was. It was then that Lynn told me about the magic armor Travis had received as a gift from the Master. I was a little miffed that no one had felt to confide in me, but I understood their reasoning. It's now 3 months later. I hear from Travis every week, but he and the CMS haven't found anything. But today, when I was feeding James and staring out the window into the morning light, I said, "Travis, bring Bambi back to us." I didn't expect an answer, but was surprised when I heard a voice say, "Bambi is safe for now." I turned suddenly and saw the Master, just as everyone had described him. A tall man, well built, dressed in black clothes with a hood that seemed to encompass the Abyss itself. "The Master, I presume?" "Indeed. And you are Elizabeth Norman. The littlest one, all grown up." "Excuse me, but do I know you? You seem awfully familiar." "No. But you should." "But... you know where Bambi is?" "I do." "Then tell me. I'll get her back!" "How? By storming the base and breaking down all the walls between her and you?" "If I have to!" "She'll be dead before you get through the first shield. And even if you do manage to get to her, you will tie up enough of your own forces that the Dark Alliance will be able to win the war. As much as I hate the fact that Bambi now rests in their hands, you must trust that Travis and the CMS will save her. The fate of humanity must come first." "So why are you here? And why won't you come and tell the councils what you know?" "As I told Bambi, there are two people who would be present at the council meeting who would know exactly who I am, even through the shields I have. I'm taking a big risk just by being this close. But regardless, I am here to give you warning. The Dark Alliance's plans are moving forward. Their next targets are New York for the diplomats at the U.N. building, Cairo for the pyramids, and Silicon Valley. I'm not sure why they want that one. Of the three targets, it is most imperative that you stop them from taking the pyramids of Egypt." "Why?" "There is an ancient magic power linked to the pyramids. If the Dark Alliance gets their hands on it, they will eventually figure out how to work it and become unstoppable." "But Jenny, out best warrior, has already left for D.C." "Leave her there. She will be able to keep enough forces busy there to help with Cairo. But it is you and your wife who must deal with the forces in Egypt." "But... Lynnette is barely through her apprenticeship. She's not ready to engage in battle." "But it is Lynnette's understanding of sub-atomic physics and its relationship to magic that might allow her to actually utilize the pyramids, or, failing that, to destroy them before your enemies can capture them. No one else will do." "But-" "Elizabeth, I understand your feelings and your desire to protect Lynnette, but she is the only one who can do what needs to be done." I felt tears in my eyes. I knew that Lynn was prepared to go into battle for the sake of our family and children, but knowing and being forced to face that fact were two different things. The Master, with real compassion, said, "Little Elizabeth, so much like your namesake. Tall and powerful, but with a heart that bleeds far too easily. Trust in your love, child, and you and Lynn will be fine. Now go, you will now be able to prepare before the Dark Alliance launches its attack, but only if you go now." I suppose I should've questioned him further, but part of me trusted him. I don't know why, but I did. "Will you at least wait for me to get back?" "I wish I could, but I left my spy post as soon as I heard this. If I stay too long here, I will be risking my cover. But know that I am close to Bambi, and will keep her safe." Then, before I could say another thing, the Master was gone, and I had felt nothing. Shaking my head, I called for an emergency meeting of the councils and told them what the Master had told me. Everyone was a little mystified about this man who seemed to be able to come and go as he pleased, but it was agreed that his warning couldn't be denied. So teams were dispatched to Silicon Valley, New York, and Cairo, with Lynn and me as the leaders of Team Cairo. We're about to leave, so I'm updating my diary. It scares the hell out of me to realize that this may be the last thing I write in this book. It scares me even more to realize that I might write again, but write without Lynn by my side. ***** [Dorina Tempus] After I returned to my room, I sent my slut back to the control room. I sat on my bed in a meditative trance, connecting my senses to the strike team being sent to the Witch (et. al.) compound. If necessary, I would step through and destroy the wish granter myself, but for now I would just watch. The Intrusion team made it to the mansion without problems, but from here on out it would be nothing but problems. But we did catch a break. The Forces of Light chose that moment to teleport a few groups of people out of the compound. Using the burst of energy as a cover, our team broke through the outer shell and approached the house. Judging by the lack of response, nobody had noticed the initial intrusion, but there was no way we were going to penetrate the mansion shields without alerting everyone in the base. So as the team got close to the mansion, I had half the team drop their cloaks and engage the shield openly. The teth-kiran had to die! ***** [Sarah] We had just sent Elizabeth and Lynn off to Cairo. I was worried about them, of course, but I was also concerned about this Master fellow who seemed to be able to slip through our shields without a pause. Damn it, those shields were the best in the world, by both the Witches' and the Sorceresses' admissions. I mean it was one thing when he approached Bambi in the yard, but the only way he should've been able to get through the inner shields is to have been keyed to them, and only a blood relative, Elizabeth or Daphne, could adjust the shields to add another person without me knowing about it. The sorceresses had told me about the Hexatar staff that the Master had access to, but could even that give him the ability to slide through the shields? Particularly after all the upgrades made to them over the last year? Now I realized that the Master had, so far, only helped, but his unwillingness to be brought to the council made me nervous. And both Bambi and Elizabeth had said that there were two people here that could identify him no matter how he hid himself. But so what? If he was truly on our side, why would our knowing who he was be a problem? And which two knew who he was? Bambi had said that she was important to him, so perhaps her mother and Jenny? But Jenny had met the Master and had not recognized him. But then again, it had only been a few seconds before she was teleported away from him. But if not Jenny (or her mother) then who else? I was still musing on this when the shield screeched under an attack. I ran to the security room. There we had placed all our scanning and communication gear. At first we had made it all magical, but taking the hint when Lin Kim managed to thwart all our security with nothing more complex than a cell phone, we upgraded with more conventional means as well. When I got there, I found that a small group of mages were attacking the shields. The man on duty asked, "Should I deploy strike teams?" It was a good idea in principle, but I couldn't help thinking of the day the Dark Alliance took Bambi. There was a massive attack, but it was nothing more than a diversion, giving that metal bitch a chance to get in and do her dirty work. "How many teams do we have access to right now?" "Seven on duty." "Deploy two to the scene of the fight, and one to guard the doors closest to the fight." "But, ma'am, we seriously reduce the likelihood of success by not meeting them with a force that seriously outnumbers-" "Do it! Then turn the scanners, both mystical and mundane, on the interior of the house." The man grumbled a bit, but did as ordered. After a couple minutes of scanning, he got snotty and said, "There! Nothing! May I now deploy the other forces to the fight?" But I had noticed something he hadn't. "Put the camera in the living room on the main monitor." The man rolled his eyes but did as he was told. After only a second, I yelled, "Damn! They're inside! Deploy two strike teams to the living room!" and ran out of the room. I got to the top of the stairs that led down into the living room. I saw where the darkies had made their mistake. In the plush carpet on the floor were depressions where the intruders were walking, moving depressions. But the strike teams, which should've gotten there first, were nowhere to be seen. I figured the pinhead hadn't seen anything so he hadn't bothered to follow through on my order, and as much as I had faith in my own abilities, my specialty was not combat, and there were at least three dark mages here. Thus, my first order of business was proving they were here. I chanted, "Taking this group alone, I would not dare, So streamers of silk fill the air." And suddenly the air above the darkies was filled with streamers. The streamers settled to the ground, covering and revealing six people at the base of the steps. One of them yelled, "Destroy her!" But the man in the lead said, "No! Our primary target is the teth-kiran! Two and three, neutralize this one. The rest get around her and destroy the she-demon." That scared me. They were after Daphne! My niece and ward! I cast Mastered spells amplifying my strength, speed, and stamina (I had had to Master a lot of combat related spells over the last year) and resolved that they'd have to kill me before getting to Daphne. So I charged into them, and despite it being six on one, I held most of them off. But most wasn't good enough. One, the man giving orders, got past me, heading towards Daph's room. I tried to deal with the others, but alone, I just wasn't enough. Thankfully, the strike teams got there, and freed me up to get after the man who had gotten away from me. I went right to Daphne's room, hoping the man didn't know exactly where he was going, but it was a useless hope. I got there just in time to see the man run a sword through Daphne's heart. I looked at the man and felt cold, ruthless rage in my heart, and for the first time in my life, I saw a man die. You see, that's a drawback to using Witch magic. In order to kill you must first be able to envision a man's death. With sorcerous magic, you need only envision a way to kill, and let the spell work, but with Witch magic you must see the end result, a man dead without hope of survival, or the spell adds a way out, using our compassion against us. But after this man killed Daphne, I saw it. I saw him fry and die and chanted, "Hail, snow, and rain, Die now in pain!" And all the power I had to use flared out as raw lightning, destroying the man and converting him into a pile of ash. Before the last of the ash had drifted to the ground, I ran to the body and took it in my arms, cradling its head to my bosom and crying shamelessly. Daphne, my Daphne, my niece, my child, was dead, and nothing I could do would bring her back. ***** [Dorina Tempus] I staggered back under the Witch's attack, forcing a disconnect from my link with the strike team leader. I was surprised at the savagery of the woman's attack, but I suppose I shouldn't have been. We had just killed her niece. I was rubbing my head to dispel the headache from the forced disconnection when a knock on the door came. I almost growled, "Come in!" A man opened the door and said, "Ma'am, you wished to be informed when the strike teams were ready to attack the stage 2 cities." I angrily said, "Fine. You've told me. Now send for my attache and get out!" The man beat a hasty retreat from my presence. Five minutes later Lois came into the room. She ran to my side, saying, "Miss Tempus, what's wrong?" I growled, "Magic overload, so get over here." She nodded, understanding what I was going through, but at that point I didn't care. As soon as she was within arms reach, I grabbed her and tossed her on the bed. I was still naked from earlier, and Lois was wearing nothing but a robe. I climbed between her legs, pushed my dick into her cunt and slammed in, feeling relief almost as soon as I did. I then pounded into her relentlessly, slamming away until I orgasmed, the sexual release displacing the energies of the overload. I then realized I had a bit of damage control to do. I put on my best guilty face, and said, "I'm sorry. It's just..." "I understand. There isn't a mage out there who hasn't had to deal with a magical backlash. We all know what it takes to recover from one." "Have sex with me?" I was prepared to make it an order, but with Lois's ability to punish those who hurt her, that could be very dangerous. But it wasn't an issue. She just smiled and said, "Of course." She reached over and took my dick in hand and started a hand job for me. I took her breasts in hand and dispelled the cloak she had cast to cover the size of her breasts. I knew she didn't like to be reminded of the size of her breasts, but I loved to see them as large as possible. I rarely disrupted that spell, but the excuse of the overload granted me more leeway right now. I took her breasts and massaged and licked them while she fondled my own prodigious bosom. I buried my face in her cleavage and licked at them voraciously. She held me close as I rubbed my face in her. After a few seconds of this (as enjoyable as it was) I decided to do something else. I got up and straddled her abdomen, placing my dick between her breasts, pressed them together, and bucked my hips, tit fucking Lois. Only a short while later, I was cumming all over her face. I got off of her and helped her to her feet. "Thank you, Lois." "It is your right, and my privilege." I walked her into the bathroom. "Let me help clean you up." We went into the bathroom, and I cleaned her face with a washrag. I suppose I could've cleaned her with my tongue, but I despise the taste of cum. "There. All clean." "Thank you, ma'am." "I suppose you'll be wanting to get back to Bambi now." "Only if you don't need me anymore." Playing the manipulation angle, I said, "Part of me will always need you, my dear, but I think we're finished here for now." "Yes, ma'am." She kissed me and started to the door. "Lois, my slut is in charge of spying on the Welker girl's diary and informs me that the girl has formed an attachment to you. But she also informs me that the girl thinks you are growing attached to her." Lois snorted. "The Welker girl is a naive child who has been raised on stories of fairy tales and happy endings. She's seeing what she wants to see. Bambi Welker is nothing more than a woman I can have sex with." "That's good. The dark forces do not tolerate treachery. I worry about you getting attached and trying something stupid." Lois shook her head dismissively. "Check the records, ma'am. I have taken a couple young men from the porn ring and have started them on a regimen of hormones with the intent of eventually transforming them into women like Bambi. Since I can only use mundane transformation methods, it will take some time, but I intend to have a stable filed with once-men women. Bambi is only my first." "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. But there is something I want you to do with the Welker girl." "Yes, ma'am?" "Convince the girl to join us. Her intellect could be of great use to us." "I will... do my best, ma'am." "You seem hesitant." "It's just that if she joins us, we will be obligated to transform her into a full woman as promised. My little teen playthings would be better than nothing, but will not be as far advanced as Bambi for some time yet." "Make her another offer. Tell her that in return for her servitude, we will take her family alive and do them no physical harm. Then tell her that she can only accept one of our offers. If she has gone this long without accepting our offer, then the safety of her family will be the greater lure." "Thank you, ma'am." After she left, I smiled. Perhaps the girl would accept our offer. It was doubtful, Bambi was too smart for that, but it would keep her off balance. The cell should've been escape proof to a powerless child, but I wasn't taking any chances. If my time as a mage had taught me anything, it was that the concept of impossible was just an illusion. ***** [Elizabeth Norman Thompson] We stepped out into the basement of the house of our allies in Egypt. Our allies had been warned to expect us and the heads of the local group were there to greet us. The two leaders were a Witch who looked like Bast (a cat headed woman) and a sorceress of Egyptian descent. [Transcriber's notes: Although Elizabeth's diary does contain the introductions of all in the room, these two are now active agents within the Egyptian secret service, and, as a favor to their government, we have omitted all reference to their real names. The Witch and Sorceress are hereafter referred to as Bast and Isis, respectively. As introductions are made, the four head to the street, Bast casting spells to appear normal, and Isis getting behind the driver's seat of the car.] As the rest of us got into the car, [Bast] told me, "We've deployed our forces throughout the city, along with a couple sorcerers at each pyramid. No doubt, if the Dark Alliance stays true to form, they'll attack the city at the same time as they go for the pyramids, using each as a diversion for the other. But we'll get there first and ambush them as they try to take the pyramids." "I have been informed that somewhere within the pyramids is a device that we might be able to use to help win the war." [Isis] commented, "We know about that, and we think we know what it is, but if you can figure out how to use it, let us know. There isn't a sorceress alive who hasn't felt the power hidden within the pyramids, just by getting close, but only recently has anyone even found the source of that power, much less figured out how to work it." "Isn't a sorceress alive? What about Witches?" "For some reason, Witches don't sense the power. No one knows why." "But you say you've found the source of the power? Why haven't you told anyone about it?" "Elizabeth, I am not only in the White Sisterhood, I am also in the employ of the government. I have taken certain confidentiality oaths not to reveal what has been shown to me to anyone, and, as you may or may not know, once a sorceress has given her word, her own magic will work to ensure she keeps it. The only reason I can discuss it now is because I know that you know it's there." We traveled the rest of the way with [Bast] and [Isis] briefing us on the protective measures being taken by our forces in the protection of the city. We got to the pyramids, and, sure enough, to me they were nothing more than really big hunks of stone, but through our link I could sense that Lynnette was feeling something really powerful here. Lynn and [Isis] took a careful scan of the pyramids and decided on one to investigate. (Personally they all seemed much the same to me.) We went up to it, and, like the others, were off limits to the general public. The government had closed access to the public to protect the pyramids, ostensibly from unintentional vandalism, but [Isis] stepped up, flashed an I.D. of some kind and the guard let us by. As we went into the bowels of the pyramid, [Isis] commented, "The perks of working for the government." We got into the deepest level of the pyramid and [Isis] said, "Now it's time to show you ladies the real reason why the Egyptian government closed the pyramids to the public." She pressed on a pattern of rocks in the side of the wall. There was a shimmering of light, and suddenly the entire wall disappeared. Behind the now gone wall was a large chamber. Right in the center of the chamber was a large glowing ball of light. The ball was translucent and in the center of the ball was a collection of smaller balls of darker light floating in seemingly random patterns around each other. Although I still felt nothing, it was clear that both [Isis] and Lynn were awed by the sight. [Isis] said, "A few decades ago a child wandered away from a tour and got lost. While waiting for someone to find him, he noticed a pattern of discolorations on the wall and started pressing them in different patterns, stumbling onto the right pattern by accident. The searchers found him just as the wall faded and this came into view. The government convinced the kid that it was a new attraction they were working on, and promptly sealed all the pyramids. They have since found similar chambers with similar glowing orbs in a couple other pyramids, but we sorceresses know that all the pyramids are imbued with power of a similar nature." I asked, "Anybody have any guesses as to what it is?" "Not a clue. The hieroglyphs around it say something about it being used to awaken the guardian of Egypt, the ones we can decode, that is. Most of the symbols on the walls are like nothing previously seen and thus totally indecipherable." At that point, I heard Lynn mutter, "In all my dreams, I never thought that I'd see the day." I turned to her. "Lynn, do you know what this is?" "I'm not 100 percent sure, but I think it's quantum technology." "Quantum technology?" "You know what organic technology is?" "Well, theoretically, it's a machine which is at least part living matter." "Quantum technology is kind of the same principle, except instead of being made out of living matter, it's made out of raw quantum... stuff. At that level the distinction between energy and matter is a bit hazy." [Isis] asked, "Can you figure out how to work it?" "I have no idea. It may take a while though. This thing is pretty immense. No telling how much is inside this thing." "Immense? It's only a couple feet across." "You don't get it. A quantum particle, a quark, is infinitely small. Compared to a quark, a proton is planet sized, and an atom is the size of a solar system. This... Well, imagine a machine the size of a galaxy. If, inside, it's a fairly simple machine, then I won't have a problem, but if it's a multi-function machine with a lot of complex parts then it could take millennia just to scratch the surface." Just then the entire pyramid shook with a massive explosion. I said, "I don't think we've got millennia. More like milliseconds." [Isis] took charge. "Lynnette, you see if you can figure that thing out. Judging from that explosion, I'd guess we're going to need it. Elizabeth, [Bast], come with me. We're going to have to engage the Dark Alliance directly." The three of us ran up to the surface and found chaos. There were a half dozen men on floating disks flying around just our pyramid, attacking the guards with sticks that shot bolts of mystic force. Looking around, I could see that each of the other pyramids were similarly besieged. [Bast] and I dispelled the spells that covered our Transformations (we'd need the energy for the fight), and engaged the infernalists. The guards were almost defeated when we jumped in, but still had this surprised look on their faces when they saw this cat-woman and this demon-tailed lady come to their aid. [Isis] jumped in a few seconds later, yelling, "The city forces are too besieged to help, ladies. We're on our own!" I was disappointed, but not surprised. The odds didn't look good, but we fought on. I lost track of time, but it seemed like the battle went on forever. We managed to hold our own, but, at some point, I saw a dome form in the distance, and knew we had lost the city. I felt magic flying from the city towards us and knew it to be Dark Alliance troops. I saw the sorcerers defending one of the other pyramids fall and the darkies fly towards the entrance, and I despaired, thinking we were lost. But then it happened. There was an explosion of light from inside of the pyramid that the darkies were about to get into, blowing the infernalists back, but leaving everything else untouched. The top of each pyramid then started to glow. It looked like that symbol on the back of the U.S. one dollar bill, minus the eye. Beams of light traveled down the corners of the pyramid to its base. The light then traveled along each base to the other corner until each edge was glowing. The line along the base started moving upwards, filling each side with light. I figured Lynn had worked out how to use that thing, and wondered if she was okay. I turned and saw that [Bast] and [Isis] were still fighting, but seemed to be holding their own, so I ran back into the pyramid. I know I probably shouldn't have, but I had to find Lynn. I went through the wall of light covering the entrance and down into the depths of the pyramid. There I found Lynn standing next to the ball of light, her hands on its sides, fingers spread widely. Her eyes glowed with the same light being emitted by the ball, and from the angle of her head, it looked like she was staring deep into its depths. I called out, "Lynn?" She replied, "Hello, Elizabeth," but it sounded so mechanical, so emotionless. "You should be with our allies. They may need your assistance." "I had to see if you were okay." "I am fine. Now go. I need to concentrate in order to awaken the guardian of Egypt." I got the distinct feeling I was being dismissed, but I knew Lynnette was right, so I returned to the surface. There I saw [Bast] on the ground, wounded. [Isis] was off to one side fighting with an almost berserker rage. I ran to [Bast]'s side and asked, "What's wrong? What can I do?" "Nothing. Maybe a healer could save me, but there are no healers close." "No! I won't accept that!" She just grinned a cat's grin. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Council-Witch Elizabeth. In my next life, I shall treasure this." It was then that the pyramids started the next step. The energy flowing up the base of the pyramids touched the glowing tips and then suddenly flowed upwards into that tip, making each glow with the intensity of a small sun. A beam of light then burst from each tip, beaming towards a point about ten to twenty yards above the Sphinx. Any dark sorcerers in the path of the beams just disappeared, snuffed out like a candle flame. The others chose that moment to beat a retreat back to the city. [Isis] ran back to us, pushing me out of the way to get beside [Bast]. "[Bast]. [Bast], don't die. I don't want to lose you. I love you." [Bast] said, "I just wish it was the way I wanted. I wish you'd be my lifemate." "I'll be your lifemate, if you'll just stay with me." "I wish I could." [Isis] turned to me, anger in her eyes. "This is your fault! If you hadn't run off, she wouldn't be hurt!" I turned away, too guilty to respond. [Bast] said, "[Isis], love, don't. This is war. Death is always a possibility." The pyramids then started their next stage. Light was collecting in a ball at the nexus above the Sphinx. The ball then burst downward in a column of light, flowing into the Sphinx. I turned back to the ladies. [Bast] said, "[Isis], love, I wish I could stay with you. I'll even pretend you really meant it when you said you'd be my lifemate." "But I did mean it." [Bast] smiled, then cringed in pain. "[Isis], before I die, touch me like I'd like to be touched. I told you I'd never ask again after you told me you only liked guys, but I am dying." [Isis] reached up and stroked [Bast]'s breast, tears flowing from her eyes. I then heard a cracking sound from the Sphinx. I turned and saw the Sphinx cracking. The outer shell of rock burst apart, and the Sphinx stood up. The man-lion stretched like someone waking from a long sleep. It looked around and muttered something I couldn't understand. He looked over, saw us, and pointed a finger at [Bast]. A beam of light shot from it, struck her, and instantly healed her. She sat up, as I heard in my head, "Sisters, lend me your memory." I felt my mind being scanned, knowledge of the world's situation flowing from my mind. When the scan ceased, the Sphinx, anger in his eyes, said, "Excuse me," and strode towards the city. I turned back to the girls. [Bast] looked down, saying, "I won't hold you to your earlier words. I know-" [Isis] then slammed the cat-girl to her back, and pressed their lips together, eliciting the most astonished look from [Bast]. When they broke, [Isis] said, "I'm not letting you out of it." "I thought you said you didn't like girls. Not sexually, at least." "I don't like girls. I like _A_ girl. I love you, dear heart." [Bast] threw her arms around [Isis] and hugged her tightly. I turned back to watch the Sphinx, dancing a spell to amplify my senses. The huge man-best approached the dome and struck it with his fist, shattering it like cheap crystal. He reached into the city, grabbed something and destroyed it, detonating a huge explosion of magical energy. When that cleared, somehow I knew that all the Dark Alliance soldiers were gone. He then waved his hand and a dome formed, covering the land as far as the eye could see. He then ran back to the pyramids. He went to one knee before me, saying, "Council-Witch Elizabeth, greetings." I was stunned. "Who... What are you?" "I am the first, and apparently only, sorcerer-Warlock, and Egypt's sworn protector. I was born to