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Ragnarok Shorts:
Tales from the Spellbinder Universe
By D.A.W.
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Author's Note: Each piece can be read as a standalone, but you may get
more enjoyment from them if you read my Ragnarok Rising Trilogy as they
are set in the same universe and feature some of the same characters.
Each of these tales takes place at different points in the Spellbinder
Universe chronology and contain minor spoilers. As such they may seem to
contradict each other if you're not familiar with the mythology and
history of universe in which they are set.
Thanks go out to Hutcho for creating and putting out the Mixed Tape
anthologies in which these stories were originally featured. I'd also
like to thank Maggie Finson who pre-read "Convergence of Magics" and to
all the other Mixed Tape contributors who provided valued input on each
of these tales.
* * *
Voice of Madness
As featured in Don't Make me Wild Like You
'Bathe in his blood!' she said as I collapsed to the ground.
I heard the guard's feet clomp on the floor followed by the clank of the
cell door closing behind him. I rolled onto my back panting and clutching
at my side where I was certain his repeated kicks had resulted in broken
ribs. Each time I drew in breath, the pain which was normally a dull
throb swelled to the point I felt myself growing faint.
'Get up! Fight, kill, burn everything!
"I-I can't, I don't know how!"
'Let the magic burn inside of us!'
My vision flashed a brilliant bright white and gasped and gritted my
teeth as I sat up. I could use magic, but given my current state I wasn't
sure I could live with the consequences. I flexed my hand, the female
one, and watched fascinated and in disbelief that it could be mine. I
cupped my breast and gasped, letting my hand drop back down. There was a
jagged split down the center of my body, like two of my victims sewn
together in a bizarre mishmash of male and female.
So many years, so many experiments, and it had all come down to this. It
all started with twins, but it'd gone far beyond that. How many victims
did I abduct over the years? I always had such a clear image of their
faces in my mind, but now I could only recall a handful. I'd lost my
passion for the work and instead became obsessed with power, specifically
magic. Men were denied its use, but I'd been determined to find a way to
make it mine and... I did.
I'd never been given the time I needed to test it, they came before I
could and I'd been forced to inject myself to save the formula. It's how
I found myself in my present predicament, a prisoner of the Nordic
empire.
'Let it course through us. Burn our enemies to ash and cinder!'
"No! I-I can't. I won't! It's too dangerous!"
I hadn't called upon the magic, but I could feel it boiling just under
the surface. It was said that it took years to master the power of the
seidh, but the pure destructive force could be harnessed by the untrained
if they were willing to take the risk.
'Let the power burn!'
"YES!" I screamed my resistance slipping away as I let the magic just
wash over me. It whipped and whirled. It burned... oh how it burned. I
let it go swirling out of me a whirlwind of destructive fire and rage
that blasted my little cell into oblivion.
'We are free!'
The voice had been so right, all this time I had fought it, but she had
known. The magic consumed me, eating away at male flesh, but I didn't
care. The voice and I howled out in unison until... I couldn't discern
her voice from mine. We were Mengele.
* * *
Heart of a Traitor
As featured in Funky Lady
Tires screech from the street behind me and I pull my apprentice robes
close as I step into the convention center. I shudder, and bite my lips.
I am worried that the gathered magic users--Spellbinders, Charmers,
Enchantresses, and Mages all come at the behest of the Seidskati for an
emergency meeting of the council--will see through my disguise. I am an
imposter, once a man I had been transformed so that I could tap into the
power of the Seidh, a power which is denied to males.
I stop and cup my breasts and get an odd look from the woman next to me.
My boobs feel so right, but come with a terrible price. I have always
been certain that I am meant to be a woman, but society hasn't been so
understanding. Once, I came close to taking my life, but then I heard
about the formula, one which promises to turn any man into a woman and by
extension a magic user. Whispers mostly, unsubstantiated, but I had so
desperately wanted to believe and as a member of the Sons of Odin it was
already in my grasp.
The spellbinders control everything and the Sons of Odin claim to want
equal rights for men and even transgendered people like me, but their
methods are not those of the righteous freedom fighters they claim to be.
There are rumors that they are preparing for the end, the battle of
Ragnarok, but if so I think I've chosen the wrong side. I hate them. They
killed my mother when I refused to cooperate and are holding my sister
ransom to ensure I cooperate now.
I have no choice, I must continue or risk losing the only person I care
about. I walk slowly through the convention center, craning my neck
around looking for a flash of that trademark Le Fey auburn hair. The
place was big and it was going to take time. There is a balcony up above
and stage at the far end. She could be anywhere. Bryn is Sophie's friend,
and given my transformed self's resemblance to my sister I am the perfect
person to play her. Especially with the illusory spell cast over me.
"Neil?" I ask sidestepping the fair-haired giant of a man standing guard
over her. She is beautiful just like her mother, and like Aryanna she has
been born male.
Bryn spins around and I watch her eyes grow wide. "Sophie?"
My lying face contorts into an awful smirk. A lie, just like everything
else about me. The Sons of Odin want me to get close to Aryanna, and
through her daughter, I can do just that. Aryanna is part of the task
force hunting down the Sons of Odin and they desperately want to get at
her. A lot of people will probably die as result of my actions, but I
don't care. I will do anything to save my sister, even betray her best
friend.
* * *
Mischief and Mammaries
As featured in Du Bist Sehr Sch?n
Boobs, you gotta love them. As a goddess I have a pretty rocking set, but
that hasn't always been the case. I used to be a dude, but that was
another life and I'd tell you all about it if it weren't so incredibly
boring. My new existence is far more entertaining, but that sort of comes
with the job description. I am, after all, the goddess of mischief and
chaos, which used to be Loki's gig, but he went and got himself killed
(twice) and I got the honour of stepping in to fill his rather robust
shoes.
Sex is a riot, but my partners are usually mortals and they just don't
have the same stamina that I do. Take my last two studs. Their affections
had been pleasurable, certainly, but I'd done about everything I could
think of with them and frankly it was getting incredibly stale. I knew
just what they needed, a nice pair of luscious melons. I snapped my
fingers and couldn't help but grin as I watched the two transform, the
taller blond one's short cropped hair grew darker and cascaded down her
back in a mass of curls before her body shifted taking on a perfect
hourglass figure. The other, I made a redhead and well... let's just say
I left a little something extra between her legs.
I couldn't wait to take the two for a test drive, but it was time to
perform some of my godly duties. It was a bit of a bother, but once in a
while I could derive some fun from it. I snapped my fingers, disappearing
from my abode and reappeared in the domicile of a mortal, a silly little
man who was always praying to me and whimpering about all kinds of dreary
things. I don't often answer prayers, but when I do, as you might
imagine, things don't usually turn out quite the way the supplicant
envisions.
He couldn't see me, which is how I like it when I'm working. The little
guy went about his monotonous little existence doing all sort of tedious
things. He wanted me to make his life more exciting, you know give it a
little spice, and I giggled as I realized just what gift I'd confer on
him, a pair of mammaries. You know it's funny how often it comes down to
that. I grinned, but instead of snapping my fingers, I switched it up and
wiggled my nose.
His chest bloomed into a pair of glorious mounds, and his hips, legs and
the rest of his body soon followed. Hair splashed down her back where
before she had almost none and her face morphed into the perfect vision
of feminine beauty. I smiled and left her to discover my handiwork. I
heard her scream just before I vanished and I rolled my eyes. You know,
some people are just never happy with the gifts bestowed on them.
* * *
Answered Prayers
As featured in Girls Will Be Boys, and Boys Will Be Girls
Tiny little droplets, trickled down my cheek and I stared up at the
statue of the goddess begging her to answer my prayers. If the Aesir were
so powerful why wouldn't they grant my simple appeal? I would think she,
of all the gods, would be the most sympathetic to my plight, but I guess
the worries of a simple mortal like myself were beneath her notice.
I stood and pulled my hood up over my face, glancing around the temple
and shook my head. Her shrine was unlike that of any other god or
goddess, there were no priests, priestesses or even an attendant in
sight. Other than a simple altar and a towering statue with her likeness
the room was empty, but even as I looked around I couldn't escape the
feeling that I was not alone. Was it the presence of the divine that I
sensed or was it merely a product of my imagination?
I shook my head and moved for the open archway which led back out into
the city, but before I could I felt a hand on my shoulder. My heart was
racing as I slowly turned to meet the gaze of the smiling figure. The
statue didn't do her justice, her soft features were framed with long
auburn tresses and one look at her body was enough to make me weak in the
knees. She was perfect in every sense of the word, and I doubted that
anyone, man or woman, could find fault with her voluptuous form.
"Do you know who I am?" she asked her hand reaching up to touch my cheek.
A simple nod was all I could muster, but it seemed to be enough for her.
She backed away, then shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. It
seemed so strange, but there was something very... human about her
posture. Everyone knew her story and how she had been born to a human
mother, but somehow I expected that she would have shed her humanity. To
see that it was still very much intact seemed so... odd.
She shook her head and turned her back to me. "Prayers are... still a
little weird for me. So, forgive me for taking so long. I-I'll gladly
help you, but you do realize that once it's done, it will be permanent.
It's a big change, I know, so if you don't think--"
"NO!" I screamed, then ran a hand through my hair and grimaced. "Please,
you can't come all this way just to tell me no."
"I didn't intend to." She spun back around and smiled.
It happened so quickly that I don't think I was fully prepared for it.
Whirling bursts of energy flew out from her fingertips. The brightest
light filled my vision, and when it cleared again, the goddess was gone.
I looked down at my now flat chest and smiled, finally my prayers had
been answered.
* * *
Convergence of Magics
As featured in Miniskirts
Lights swirled and whizzed through the room at almost sickening speeds.
Sometimes one would bounce of a wall and ricochet off in another
direction, and other times it would simply disintegrate. There was no
rhyme or reason to it, but magic could sometimes be unpredictable that
way. My master and his wife were pioneers in inter-gender magic research
and the lights were one of many unforeseen results of their experiments.
The lab was a simple unadorned room, with cupboards lining the walls and
a large workspace at its center. Empty beakers and test tubes lined the
counters, but they weren't what I had come for. The more dangerous stuff
was locked in the cupboard at the back of the room and it was there that
I went. Otto and Thora would be gone for some time and I knew that if I
didn't take advantage of their absence I may not get another chance.
I unlocked the cupboard with the key, I had swiped from my master, then
quickly gathered the magic artifacts made from Thora's power, a feather
of wind, three fire beads and five small phials of spirit essence. I
memorized the recipe the last time my master had granted me permission to
view his valdbok and I was familiar enough with potion making that I was
confident I would be successful.
Potioncraft was a new art and it was one of the few ways in which male
and female magic could be used together. Otto was fond of saying that the
power of the seid for men and women were like different sides of the same
coin. While either type differed slightly from the other, they were both
elemental and some abilities, like transformational spells, were much
more difficult for men to perform. Women's enchantments had their own
weaknesses and it couldn't exactly said that either sex was overall more
powerful.
Inside a large beaker, I mixed the ingredients in the order the recipe
had directed then closed my eyes and began to funnel the required amounts
of male energy into the container. When I opened my eyes again I found
that the ingredients had turned into a clear blue liquid. I grinned then,
before I could chicken out, quickly downed the entire potion.
A moment later the world started fade into darkness and when I came to
again, I was laying on the ground. I shook my head then stood up.
Something felt wrong, and when I looked down at my chest I found a pair
of breasts sticking out from it.
"Crap!" I yelled.
A check inside my pants revealed a new vagina. The spell was supposed to
make me more appealing to girls not turn me into one! "Double crap!"
"Alibran?" A voice, which belonged to my master, called from the other
side of the door. "Did you sneak into the lab, again?"
"TRIPLE CRAP!"
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