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Now, onto the boring stuff

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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.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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[Travis Beckman]

For over a week, I hunted alone through the city.  I found and 
eliminated a couple minor recon posts.  I'm pretty sure the Dark 
Alliance is putting up more of those as I eliminate them.  I mean I 
know this is a big city, but every time I turn around, it seems like 
there's another one of those things.  Luckily, the recon bases either 
are mage free or only have a single, low powered mage  as support, so 
they're not that hard to deal with.

I finally got some information that might lead to something bigger 
when I met the Dark Alliance's next step in its attempt to stop me. 
Actually it was someone I met before.  Right after I finished beating 
the location of a base out of one of the men, I left the building and 
saw HER, the metal clad bitch who had kidnapped Bambi all those 
months ago.  She had three of those other lesser metal stooges with 
her.

On seeing her, I immediately demanded, "Where's Bambi?"

She just said, "Where you will never get her."  Then she pointed at 
me and those other things ran at me.  I figured they wouldn't be much 
more trouble than the ones at the wedding, but the metal bitch was a 
bit more prepared than before.  As I swung my blade at the attackers, 
they would twist out of the way, twisting in inhumanly possible ways. 
At first, I thought their armor had granted them superhuman levels of 
flexibility, but as they twisted, I heard bones break and muscles 
tear.  I figured that inside their armor, people were being forced to 
move around and do the metal bitch's bidding.  I wondered if they had 
been willing participants in their getting armored but figured 
probably not, not with that bone breaking sound.

As we fought, I noticed that the metal bitch wasn't getting involved, 
but instead seemed utterly focused in concentration.  I figured that 
she had to focus entirely on controlling her lessers in order to get 
them to perform with the level of maneuverability that they had.  I 
spun with my blade out to drive my attackers back, then quickly 
pointed my blade at the bitch and blasted at her.  I hit her and 
knocked her back, loosening her control over the others.  I felt a 
brief pang of regret as I slashed through a couple of them, now being 
forced to rely on their own ability.

She growled and leapt in, forming her right hand into a blade and her 
left hand into whips.  She brought her blade down, forcing me to 
parry.  She then used her whips on my leg.  They didn't hurt, but did 
give her the grip to yank my feet out from under me, putting me on my 
back.  The remaining stooge jumped on me and started clawing at my 
face and body.  It only managed to scratch me up a bit, but at that 
distance it couldn't avoid my blade, and I cut it in half.

I moved to cut the bitch's whips from my leg, but she whipped me 
around and smashed me into the side of a building.  She smashed me 
against a few more buildings before I managed to cut myself free. 
Unfortunately, I was in mid-flight between buildings and went flying. 
Thanks to the armor, I was able to control my flight and bring myself 
to a halt with a series of handsprings.  I was immediately forced to 
leap back and swing my blade about in order to keep the bitch from 
whipping her whips around me.  Then, with a little distance between 
us, pointed my blade at her and let loose with an energy barrage, 
putting her on the defense, causing her to run around and dodge me.

We moved around like that for a while; me blasting at her; she 
dodging while closing the distance; she then trying to slash me up 
while I moved away; then the whole thing starting all over again. 
Finally, she said, "Enough!" and leapt away.  She climbed up the side 
of a building.  As she went, I called out, "Care to give me a name 
before you run away?"

She reached the top of the building and yelled back, "Monica Pratt! 
Remember it!  I will be back!" before taking off.

Truth was, I could've followed her, but my body hurt too much.  The 
scratches were burning, and it felt like I was one big bruise.  The 
armor's tingle told me it was working to heal me, but I still ached.

I ran off, making sure to dodge through a few alleys just in case I 
was being pursued, and returned to my hotel room.  I wanted to just 
sit for a while, but there was something very familiar about the name 
she had given me, and I had to check it out.  I called Elizabeth with 
the number she had given me.  I suppose that someone might have 
traced my call, but Liz had promised not to do that.

Once I was put through, Liz said, "Travis, are you okay?"

"Fairly well, yes."

"Have you found Bambi yet?

"Not yet, but that brings up a question."

"Yes?"

"In the course of my search, a name has come up, Monica Pratt.  It 
sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.  Do you know her?"  I 
didn't tell her that it was the name of the woman who was hunting me. 
If Elizabeth knew I was in danger, she might come to get me.

"Monica Pratt?  It does sound...  Now I remember.  That's the name of 
Louise's sister, the one who abused her when she was a he.  Why? 
Have you found her?  Do you think she knows where Bambi and Louise 
are?"

"Fairly sure.  If anything comes of it, I'll let you know."

"Do you need anything?  Can I do anything to help?"

"No, I'm good."  Since I took cash from destroyed Dark Alliance 
bases, I had just come into some extra funds.

"That's good.  Travis, I wish you'd return to the mansion and get some help."

"Liz, we've been over this.  With the war going strong, you can't 
spare anybody to search for a single girl, no matter who her mother, 
sister, and wife-to-be are."

"I know.  But you promise to get help if you run into a big base?"

"Yes, I promise, like I have every time we've talked."

"I'm mother henning you, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but it is kind of nice."

"Just be careful, okay."

"I will if you promise to do the same."

"Agreed."

After I hung up, I mused on Monica Pratt.  It explained why Louise 
was taken when Bambi was.  Now that I knew who she was, I remembered 
what I had been told of her, and from what I remembered from what I 
had been told, Monica had been a domineering woman who refused to 
take no for an answer.  When Louise, then Alan, had resisted being 
forced into dresses and made to act like a servant and slut, Monica 
had gone so far as to hire a professional dominatrix to attempt to 
get Alan to accept being Alice, whether he liked it or not. 
Together, the two, along with Alan's brother and a couple others, 
force fed him experimental hormones and abused him in an attempt to 
get compliance.  This continued until a social worker who refused to 
be bought off found out what was going on, saved Alan, and sent those 
involved to jail.

They tried to reverse the damage that had been done, but the 
experimental hormones had not only done irreversible things to him, 
they had caused his body to start producing the experimental hormone 
on its own, making even surgical changes impossible.  Alan had 
decided that since going back wasn't possible, he might as well go 
all the way.  He got the operation and changed his name to Louise, 
refusing to accept the name Alice since it was such a reminder of the 
abuse he had suffered.

She would've been happy to live a normal life as a girl, but the 
hormones had damaged her body so that it was incapable of producing 
the right balance of hormones, so she was forced to undergo weekly 
treatments to keep her body balanced.  This continued for years until 
she met Elizabeth.  Originally, due to the fact that Elizabeth's 
height reminded her of her sister, Louise took every opportunity to 
make Elizabeth's life miserable.  When Elizabeth saved Louise from a 
rapist, the full story came out, and Elizabeth got Louise in touch 
with Karasina and Sam, who helped her resolve both her physical and 
emotional problems.  While there, Louise met and fell in love with 
their son, a centaur.  After transforming herself into a centaur, 
they married and started what should have been a long, happy, 
peaceful life.

But now, Monica had returned.  The armor left no doubt that she had 
hooked up with the Dark Alliance, and, very clearly, she had held a 
grudge against her sister, even after all these years.  Now I had to 
deal with the bitch in order to find my Bambi.  Well, bring it on.

************

[Sarah]

I was on the phone with a cousin from mom's side of the family, the 
Witch side, when the Dark Alliance struck.  We were discussing the 
war, when I heard a blasting sound and she yelled, "Oh, Great Maker, 
they're attacking!  The Dark Alliance is attacking here!"

I didn't even take the time to alert anyone.  I cast a spell and 
teleported to her side, not an easy thing, considering she lives in 
Sacramento.  I was immediately confronted by the site of my cousin 
and her family being dragged off by a Dark Alliance strike team. 
None of the three (mother, father, child) had the magical power to 
pose an effective challenge to a prepared Dark Alliance team.  Maybe 
if they had been completely prepared and worked together, they might 
have been able to slow them up, but even that would have been only a 
delaying tactic.

I immediately cast speed and strength amplifier spells, all mastered, 
and grabbed the nearest Dark Alliance sorcerer and tossed him into 
another.  I jumped into the fight with spells blazing.  At some 
point, and I'm not sure how it happened, I had the Hexatar staff in 
my hand.  With the spell capabilities built into it, I was able to 
fight my way through the opposition.  As soon as I got through with 
the team, I got the family together and brought them back through to 
home.

As soon as I got there, I found the place in chaos.  I grabbed the 
nearest man and asked him what was going on.  He told me that the 
Dark Alliance was making a multi-pronged assault attacking many 
Witches across the face of the country.

Once again we were playing catch-up.  The Dark Alliance had been 
concentrating on secular targets in the war, but now they were 
attacking the Witches.  We knew that the Dark Alliance was trying to 
capture Witches, so we had moved as many as possible into safe areas, 
but there was no way we could protect all of them.  We had hoped and 
assumed that anonymity would protect most of them, and perhaps it 
did, but the Dark Alliance got enough names to go after a small 
collection of my distant relatives, Witches who uniformly lacked the 
power necessary to oppose them.  The sorceresses and the more 
powerful Witches that were closest were trying to stop it, but the 
Dark Alliance was just too well prepared.

An hour later, I got the bad news.  The Dark Alliance had managed to 
capture a hundred and fifty seven Witches.  I had managed to save my 
cousin and her family, but that was small consolation as I cried 
myself silly in Peter's arms.

************

[Dorina Tempus]

Things were hectic for a couple days after Operation: Witch 
Collection as we moved the Witches to our main base.  The ritual to 
free our demon masters would require a lot of power in order to 
control all the energy released by the sacrifice of all the Witches, 
which meant either a group of dark sorcerers or me, and there was no 
way I was going to trust anyone else with that ritual.

I took the time to look in on the captures.  The cells were nowhere 
near as comfortable as the one we were holding Bambi in.  They were 
really nothing more than large prison cells.  The prisoners in an 
Arizona tent camp had more comfort.  We packed them in, sometimes as 
many as twenty to a cell.  The crowded conditions would help to 
demoralize them.  Anti-magic blockers would ensure that they didn't 
have that option.

As I walked through area between the cells, I looked for the physical 
Transformations.  Most weren't visible, we had purposefully taken the 
weakest, but there were a few.  There were a few Witches with animal 
eyes or ears, and a couple with tails, but nothing more dramatic than 
that.

After my quick review, I met Lois and asked, "What's the final tally?"

Reading from a report, she told me, "We managed to catch one hundred 
and fifty six Witches.  Four targets avoided capture.  One 
self-immolated in order to save her human lover.  Three others were 
saved by the Witch Sarah."  Lois raised her eyes.  "Apparently she 
was wielding the Hexatar staff."

My eyebrow arched at that.  "THE Hexatar?"

She shrugged.  "You mean the same one that the Master has, or had? 
No way to tell.  Since it's the only Hexatar that's been seen in over 
a thousand years, I'd say it's a pretty good bet."

I just smiled and shook my head.  "Should've seen that one coming."

"Ma'am?"

"The Master only promised to remain out of direct involvement in the 
war.  Giving the Hexatar over to another wouldn't violate that."

"Will we use Bambi to force him either out in the open or deeper under cover?"

"No.  We don't want him too deep, and if we force him into the open, 
he'll become an active participant, which we don't want either."

"Ma'am, you said you know who he is."

"I think the word 'know' is perhaps a bit strong."

"Well, who is he, if I may ask?"

"If my research is correct, he's a man who has achieved something no 
other magic worker, sorcerer or Witch has ever achieved."

Muttering, Lois replied, "Well that certainly clears it up."

"Come with me."  As we walked to the base archives, I asked, "Are you 
familiar with the story of the first Dark War?"

"As much as anybody, I suppose.  At the time, Witches and sorcerers 
maintained a segregationist policy, each believing that the two 
societies should remain separate.  But a sorcerer and a Witch fell in 
love and married.  They were forcibly separated, but not before 
conceiving a child.  The child was raised in and as a Witch, but when 
she didn't Transform by her twenty-fifth birthday, the oldest age at 
the time for Transformation, the mother was stoned to death for 
polluting the bloodline.

"Six years later, on her thirty-first birthday, the child did 
Transform and went ballistic, attacking the sorcerers for the absent 
father who failed to protect her and her mother.  A group of radical, 
human hating Witches used the chaos of the attack to start a war with 
the humans, attempting to strip them of their magical powers.  When 
the half-breed found them, she attacked them, disavowing any blood 
relation due to the stoning of her mother.

"We then attacked the sorcerers, starting a bid to take over the 
world.  The bulk of Witch society, being strongly family oriented, 
had stayed out of the Witch-sorcerer war, but were unwilling to stay 
out of the war with us.  But we manipulated things behind the scenes 
and actually brought about the stifling of human magic potential. 
Since our powers were protected by the Dark Ones, it should've made a 
victory inevitable, but the human hating Witches saw what we were 
about to accomplish and threw in with the humans and the other 
Witches.

"That alone wasn't enough to tip the scales, but the human haters, in 
an effort at self redemption, sacrificed themselves.  The sorcerers 
used their collective death energies and captured and banished the 
Dark Ones.  Losing their protection, the dark sorcerers of the age 
fell under the same affect as the rest of humanity, allowing the 
sorcerers to defeat us."

We walked into the archives.  I skipped the computer terminals and 
walked to the back where we kept the physical references.  "Okay, 
that's enough for my purposes.  What isn't well known, mostly because 
it's thought to be inconsequential, is that when the Witches 
sacrificed themselves, a human sorcerer had to be there to collect 
the energy and send it to his allies."

I found the book I was looking for and pulled it off the shelf. 
Thumbing through it, I said, "There are only two of these books known 
to exist anywhere.  The other is in the hands of the Light Alliance, 
although I doubt anyone there knows its significance.  I wouldn't 
know it myself except I have a certain passion for stories and 
pictures of the Dark Ones."  I opened the book.  "Take a look.  Seem 
familiar?"

The picture in the book was of a large group of Witches, their upper 
halves dissolving into light, a symbolic representation of the death 
sacrifice of the Witches in the original war.  That wasn't the big 
deal though.  The significant part of the picture was the human male 
standing on the hill behind the Witches, collecting their energy. 
Lois said, "Looks like the Master."

"Exactly."

"So...  What?  Did the Master pattern his garb based on this picture?"

"There's no point to that.  Not enough people know this picture for 
it to have a significant effect.  There's a simpler, although far 
more fantastic, explanation."

"He's... the same person?"

"That's my theory."

"But... that would mean he's over 1,500 years old!  I thought age 
defying spells were impossible."

"Fatigue banishing and effect amplifiers are also supposed to be 
impossible, but the sorceress Lynnette has proven those are doable."

"Even still..."

"Yes, I know.  It seems crazy.  But this entire war has been unusual 
from the start."

"It does present an explanation as to why he's so skilled.  With a 
millennium and a half to develop his skills, he'd have to be good."

"Indeed.  Of course, I could be wrong.  I suspect we won't know the 
full story until we catch the Master and beat it out of him."

"So now what?"

"The land grab continues.  East Asia will be our next capture, and 
then we'll expand the North American dome."

"Yes, ma'am.  Ma'am, may I ask a question?"

"You can ask."

"What exactly did we do during the last war?  Details are all really sketchy."

"Purposefully.  Basic tactics.  The more people who know a secret, 
the more likely the secret won't stay secret.  If the Light Alliance 
knew what we had done, they might be able to undo it, and if humanity 
got their magic back with the Dark Ones still locked away, we might 
never get them free."

"But what did happen?"

"Sorry, kid, you're not cleared for that.  There are only five people 
on the planet who are cleared for that knowledge, and you are not one 
of them.  Now go arrange the next assault in the war."

After Lois left, I turned a few pages in the book.  There was a 
picture of the Dark Ones being captured.  They were just drawn as 
black figures, bereft of any detail.  All pictures lacked detail as 
though to draw them with any detail might invoke them.  Despite the 
lack of detail, the picture gave me comfort.  I thought that by the 
end of the war the Dark Masters would be free, and together we'd be 
ruling the world.

************

[Quentin Dargent]

After two weeks as a sex slave, I got a brief respite from the 
torture.  Ironically, it had originally been intended as a further 
stage in my degradation.  Over the course of my service, the 
President had loaned me out to almost everyone with a cock, and one 
of the Secret Service men who had used me had become enamored with 
me.  He asked the President if he could marry me, and without even 
consulting with me, I was packed into a wedding dress.  As the 
President walked me down the aisle, he whispered, "You are about to 
be married off.  You will act like the most obedient, submissive wife 
and do everything your new husband asks, and you will act like you 
love it, or I will never touch you again."

In front of the preacher, I got a sample of the way life under the 
Dark Alliance might be as I was subjected to the corrupted marriage 
ceremony they use.  The role of minister was played by the First Lady 
in her dog head form.  As soon as we were in place, she said, "Ladies 
and gentlemen, we are here to condemn this shemale to slavery as a 
wife to this man, Darren Lord.

"Darren, do you accept the servitude of this being, knowing that you 
will be responsible for everything she says and does?"

He replied, "I do."

"Tina Dargent, do you accept the status of slave, knowing you lose 
the right to defy him or to deny him anything?"

I said, "I do."  I didn't really want to, but with what the President 
said to me earlier, I felt I had no choice.

"So be it.  I now pronounce you husband and wife, master and slave. 
You may take your bride."

Darren took me by the shoulders, but rather than kiss me, he turned 
me around and bent me over at the waist.  I felt the skirt on my 
dress (very short for a wedding dress) lifted and my panties pulled 
down.  He got out his dick and pushed it into my ass.  As he fucked 
me, I did have cause to notice that his touch was surprisingly 
gentle.  With the exception of my time with Beryl, I had spent the 
last month and a half being the target of a series of 
wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am sex sessions, but Darren did seem to want to 
give me some pleasure.

The pleasant feelings were ended when the First Lady stepped in front 
of me, pulled her dick out of her pants and waved it in my face. 
Being through this before, I opened my mouth and sucked it in.  She 
fucked my face with the casual indifference that I had become 
accustomed to.  After I gave her a blowjob, she moved away, only to 
be replaced by someone else.  I was forced to service man after man 
as Darren used my ass.  I think I gave a blowjob to everyone who had 
come to the wedding, although I lost track early on of who got what.

After the ceremony (rape of the "slave" by all attendees who want to 
is part of a Dark Alliance marriage ceremony), Darren escorted me to 
his room.  He told me, "Sorry, but that's a required part of the 
ceremony.  Now I can protect you though.  I still have to share you 
with the President and his wife, but no one else touches you without 
my consent."

I'm sure he meant it to be comforting and protective, but I still 
felt used and exploited.  It was apparent that Darren was a nicer 
class of person than either the President or the First Lady, and I 
wondered why he served them.  He took me to bed that night and 
treated me gently and caringly.  I felt a bit of regret for him.  He 
seemed determined to impress me as a man might impress a woman, but 
the only reason I was there and acting as a woman was because I was 
being controlled and manipulated by the President's magic.

The next day, I woke to the President savaging my ass.  I was 
actually pleased at that.  After he came, I experienced a fraction of 
a second of lucidity before he made me desire to blow him.  He never 
even gave me the chance to ask, however, and he got off of me and 
ordered me to get to work.  My day was unusual in that no one except 
the First Lady and the President used me for sex.  I guess that part 
of what Darren had told me was true.

I wondered what had happened to Darren, but I didn't find out until 
after work that day.  When I returned to his room, my new place of 
residence, he was already there, although somewhat different from 
before.  He used to be a normal guy.  Now he had a sizable pair of 
breasts and was wearing the skirt/blouse combo of a female Secret 
Service agent, at least the females in the White House's current 
Secret Service contingent.

He was bent over at the waist, and there was another breasted male 
behind him, fucking his ass.  When Darren saw me, he called, "Tina," 
the female name I had been given, "bring your cock over here."  I did 
as ordered, standing in front of him.  He reached out, lifted my 
skirt, pulled out my dick, and blew me as his colleague fucked him. 
Together, the three of us spent hours having sex.  The President 
joined us, mostly to refresh my controls, I think, but he did 
participate for about a half hour or so.

After a while, everybody else was gone, and it was just me and 
Darren.  I asked him, "Is this what you really want?"

"The breasts?  Not really, but I do want to advance as far as I can 
as a Secret Service agent.  The First Lady is the real power here, so 
being a member of her staff is a real promotion, and to be on her 
staff, you need these."

"Is getting ahead really that important?"

"Didn't use to be.  But the First Lady prepared well.  She and the 
President moved Secret Service staff around so that those of us who 
had the highest devotion to duty and the service were posted to the 
White House.  Then, a week before this started, we each received a 
bracelet as a gift.  No one thought anything of it, the gifts weren't 
individualized and other Presidents had done the same before.  But 
when this all went down, spells in the bracelet went off, 
hyper-amplifying our duty and ambition.  Now, I see the horrendous 
things being done, but I can't say a thing because my job duties 
won't let me."

I felt a little better.  Darren and the rest of the Secret Service 
agents may have had a little more freedom than I, but they, too, were 
being manipulated by the spellwork of the Dark Alliance.

************

[General Keith "Katharine" Wilfred]

We got the first big load of magic weapons today.  They look just 
like the regular thing to me, although they tell me that they look 
very different to a sorcerer.  There's nobody, at least no one with 
any training, who could fail to notice the greater damage dealing 
capacity of the new weapons.  There's something satisfying about 
blowing up a melon at twice the distance it used to take.  Since the 
new weapons function in the same way as the old ones,  including 
recoil, there's no new training required.

Training and drilling are going well, particularly with Elizabeth and 
Lynnette around.  The two have become minor celebrities amongst the 
troops.  Just having the two present creates a certain inspiration. 
I wonder a bit if the level of devotion they're showing is healthy, 
but I know better than to try to squelch something like that.  It'll 
only drive it underground.  Better to let things proceed normally.

What has not proceeded as I thought it would is my relationship with 
Captain Callender.  Over the last few weeks, I have found my 
attraction to her physical beauty and raw sexuality growing.  Part of 
it is the effects of the spell cast on her body by the Dark Alliance, 
but a greater part of it is the growing confidence she shows in her 
self and position.

Nothing should have come of that attraction, it would have been a 
direct violation of fraternization rules, but we slipped.  Late last 
night, we were discussing a possible plan of attack for when we knock 
down the domes in a couple weeks.  After finishing, she put away a 
map of D.C., and I stood.  We both turned at the same time, and, 
before either of us knew how we had gotten there, we were face to 
face and only inches apart.  Our gazes locked.  We said and did 
nothing for a few seconds.  Finally, our arms slid around one another 
and we kissed passionately.

We stayed like that until she started pulling me towards the cot I 
keep in the back of the tent we were in.  We undressed each other as 
we went, and we were both naked when we got there.  As we sat down, 
she took my breast in hand and stroked it a bit before she leaned 
over and took the nipple into her mouth.  I felt a surge of pleasure 
and leaned back onto the cot.  She followed me down, taking my other 
breast in hand as she did.   The pleasure of having both my breasts 
fondled rendered me almost insensate, but I did manage to retain 
enough control to stroke and fondle her body in return for what she 
was doing for me.

After a bit, she shifted slightly, reached back and took my dick in 
hand, and put it inside her.  Once I was fully inside her, she sat 
without moving her hips, content to gain and give pleasure only 
through our hands and the mutual stroking of flesh.  We continued to 
stroke each other until she threw herself across me.  With our 
breasts smashed together, she slid her hands under me and behind my 
head.  We pulled our bodies together and French kissed while writhing 
against one another.  She briefly moaned, "Oh, Katharine," before we 
came together; at least she gasped loudly at the same time that I 
shot my seed into her.  Apparently neither of us are loud love makers.

She slid to my side, still laying mostly across me.  We lay there 
with her tracing her finger around my nipple.  Eventually, she said, 
"You're not really a woman, are you?"

"Pardon?"

"You're not really a woman.  I mean, despite the curves and the 
breasts, inside it's still all man."

"Yeah, I suppose."

She lay there for a while.  "You think maybe God planned this?"

"Planned what?"

"I'm a lesbian, but all my life, I've been told that was wrong.  I've 
always wondered why God would make me a lesbian if it was wrong. 
Then there's you.  I've been attracted to this body of yours since I 
first saw it, but despite the female form, inside you're a guy."

"And you think God made you a lesbian so that you'd be attracted to 
my new form?"  She nodded.  "I suppose it's possible.  Of course, it 
does mean that you and I were meant to get together long ago.  Care 
to speculate on the ethics of a young girl getting together with an 
old man?"

She giggled.  "I guess we're lucky the Dark Alliance didn't start 
this war ten years ago."

"Marie, why did you call me Katharine?"

She looked ashamed and said, "I'm sorry.  It's just that after  saw 
you transformed, I thought that if you were a woman, you'd be a 
perfect Katharine.  I'm sorry.  I won't let it happen again."

"Don't worry about it.  Truth be told, I do get kind of an erotic 
thrill out of being thought of as a lady."

"Really?  So you won't mind if it happens again?"

"Naw."

We lay together a while longer before she said, "We just broke a 
bunch of rules, didn't we?"

"Yeah, we did."

She looked me in the eye.  "I do love you.  You do believe that, don't you?"

"Yes, and I do love you, too.  I haven't felt this way about a woman 
since my wife died."

"But I don't want to get you in trouble.  Maybe I should resign my commission."

"Don't even think about it.  Right now, I need an aide.  Even if I 
could get one who will be as effective as you have been, the 
disruption involved in transfer of responsibilities may set things 
back too far.  The United States needs you, hell, the world needs you 
where you are."

She sighed.  "Well, I had planned on resigning after the war.  I 
guess I can wait until then."

"I guess we'll have to.  Lucky for me that things should only go for 
another couple weeks at the outside."

We lay there, neither of us wanting to get up.  We both knew that as 
soon as we got up, it'd be another two weeks before we'd be able to 
touch each other as we desired.  Finally Marie did stand and started 
picking up our clothes.  I returned to the paperwork that I had left 
out.

It's going to be a rough two weeks.

************

[Dorina Tempus]

Things went well in the next stage of the assault.  We made a 
combined strike on many Chinese cities, then connected the domes in 
east Asia.  Once we were finished, we owned the Eastern half of 
China, all of Japan, and both North and South Korea.  We met 
surprising resistance when we tried to establish domes in Southeast 
Asia.  It seems the Light Alliance had been enchanting weapons so 
that they'd do more damage.  Since the countries held little 
strategic value, I had not committed sufficient forces to overwhelm 
the enhanced troops, and we had even lost a few dome generators.

The loss of those generators would mean that we wouldn't be able to 
pull off a dome capture in Southeast Asia.  I should have ordered an 
immediate and overwhelming strike of those areas, but felt that they 
could wait until the end of the war.  I instead ordered harrying 
assaults against the capitols we had failed to take, and against the 
troops in Houston.  My intent was to find out how well armed the new 
troops were.

************

[Bambi Welker]

For the last couple weeks, things have been pretty boring.  I get my 
regular meals, and Lois sees me every day, although, as often as not, 
she only comes to chat.  Sometimes, she's only interested in 
cuddling.  More accurately, she only shows interest in cuddling. 
That's for my benefit.  I know she'd like to do more, but unless I 
make a active attempt to reciprocate, she holds off.

But sometimes she needs more.  Lois came into my cell early 
yesterday.  She greeted me with the usual hug, but instead of letting 
go after a brief moment, she held me close.  When I asked, "Lois, 
what is it?"

"I'm just feeling lonely.  The war's gone back into high gear.  For 
the last couple weeks, I've been helping to arrange things as well as 
getting more than my fair share of the attention.  Now, I'm back to 
assistant."

"Well, I'm not real happy about the role you play in the war-"

"Bambi, please."

"I know.  You don't have a choice.  That doesn't mean I have to like 
it.  Now what can I do to help?"

"You could join us."  I just glared at her.  "I'm sorry, Bambi.  I 
had to try.  Anyway, I do have something to ask."

"Go ahead."

"Normally, I wouldn't ask, and I'd never force it, but right now I 
really need more than cuddling.  I need... sex."

"Y'know, a girl would need cuddling more than sex right now.  You are 
such a guy."  She smiled.  "Being a guy trapped in her feminine form, 
she enjoyed being told she was acting like a guy.

"But can we...?"

"Yes, but be gentle."

She stepped up and helped me undress.  Once I was naked, without 
bothering to get undressed herself, she went to her knees and buried 
her face in my pussy.  With a definitely male hunger, yet with a 
feminine touch to her tongue work, she licked at my vagina.  Over the 
last few months, we had worked on her licking technique, and it 
showed now.  She was able to drive me to orgasm after orgasm without 
needing to use her fingers at all.After I had cum a bunch of times, 
she stood and kissed me.  I licked my juices off of her face while 
she walked me to the bed.  We sat together.  She lifted one of my 
boobs and gently sucked on it.  After a bit, she raised her head, 
said, "I love the taste of your boobs," then returned to suckling me.

Eventually, she lay me on my back.  After undressing herself, she got 
in a 69 position above me.  We licked each other out, going until we 
were both screaming in orgasm.  She then spun around and lay beside 
me, stroking my boobs.

After we had both recovered, she said, "Bambi, there's something I 
have to ask you.  I know what your answer will be, but I still have 
to ask."

"You want me to join you?"

"Yes, but this is something different.  The Dark Alliance has a 
marriage ceremony.  It's actually an enslavement ritual where one 
person agrees to become the property of another.  Bambi, would you 
marry me?"

"Become your slave?!  How could you ask that?"

"Because as my property, I can protect you.  Right now, you are the 
property of the Dark Alliance and of Dorina Tempus as its leader.  If 
she chose to, she could order us apart, and there'd be nothing I 
could do or say.  But if you married me, even Dorina Tempus couldn't 
separate us.  As my superior, she could order me to let her use you, 
but she's never expressed an interest in you.  She prefers the raw 
tramp look.  You are an incredibly sexual being, but ultimately too 
'girl next door' for her."

"And what happens when my lovers come to rescue me?  Having willingly 
accepted your ritual, I'd still be your slave."

"You're still holding out hope that your friends will save you. 
That's okay.  I suppose any thing's possible.  But the far more 
likely result is that we will win this war.  So when things get to 
the point where your cause is utterly doomed and you no longer have 
any use to the Dark Alliance as a hostage, you can just accept my 
offer."

I was about to flatly deny her, but she put her finger on my lips. 
"Don't answer now, Bambi.  Keep your options open.  You're too smart 
a girl to destroy a possible out.  One day soon, there will seem to 
be no option but slavery.  You will want to be able to choose a 
slavery that doesn't condemn you to complete degradation."

She snuggled up to me.  Part of me wanted to shove her away and yell 
at her for insulting me.  Problem was she was right.  I was too smart 
to be able to just throw away my options.  Don't get me wrong, my 
heart still has total faith that my family and lovers will one day 
storm the gates of this base and save me.  But the problem with a 
genius intellect is that you can't pretend a possible outcome doesn't 
exist simply because you don't want it to.

I cried myself to sleep.  When she heard me sobbing, she held me 
tight and let me cry.

************

[Corporal Lewis Remus]

For two and a half weeks, we marched across country.  With four 
little kids, we couldn't make very good time.  Add to that the act we 
had to put on every time a Dark Alliance patrol got near us, and we 
were moving at the proverbial snail's pace.  You know, when you're 
not being compelled to act like an abusive ass, pretending to be one 
is a lot harder than it seems.  Thankfully, the Dark Alliance is a 
standard bureaucratic monolith.  Thanks to its size, the likelihood 
of one patrol knowing a good amount of the others is pretty low, so a 
strange patrol, namely us, isn't too unusual.  There's also no 
questioning when that strange patrol isn't there the next day.

My biggest fear is that the children won't understand what's going on 
and will let something slip in the presence of the enemy, but they 
seem to get the idea that talking in front of the others is bad and 
have kept quiet.  They're even pretty good at acting abused and 
whipped at the right time.  Even the baby stays quiet when she has to.

The kids also have a strange way of referring to us, at least it's 
strange to me.  When the baddies aren't around, I'm Uncle Lewis, and 
Jasmine is Aunt Jasmine, but they refer to Chris as Aunt Christie. 
Chris loves it.  I guess I shouldn't be surprised after he confessed 
that he wants to stay as he is, but it's still hard to think of the 
guy I went through boot camp with as a girl.  Maybe the kids know 
something I don't?

We finally got close to the dome yesterday morning.  I was afraid of 
being conspicuous, three soldiers and a family getting near the dome 
without good cause, but it turns out we had nothing to worry about, 
at least in worries about being out of place.  Troops were making 
regular patrols going the entire length of the dome, and since more 
than a few had civilian hostages being dragged along, nobody 
questioned the family we had with us.

We wondered what was going on, but couldn't very well ask.  As the 
supposed members of the Dark Alliance, if anyone had been told, we 
would have been the ones.  Either we would have known or we would 
have known not to ask.  Rick was the one who came up with the idea to 
find out.  He'd go out to the slave pens and ask around.  As a slave, 
being kept in the dark wasn't unusual, neither was curiosity, at 
least when Dark Alliance troops weren't around.  I didn't like it. 
He'd have to go alone since no one would talk while we were around. 
Ultimately, we had no choice.  We had to know what was happening in 
order to time our escape.

An hour before sunset, camps were set up.  For two hours, individual 
patrols moved into the camp area.  Most of the slaves were taken to 
individual tents to be used as sex toys for the night, and the 
leftovers were herded into a central area and left there.  No 
barriers were established; all the slaves had been families, so the 
only way to escape was to leave family members behind.  We got a tent 
(they were brought in by a big truck and passed around, plenty for 
all), got everyone situated, and then Rick headed over to the pens.

We then had to wait.  For three hours, we waited, far past as long as 
we thought it should take.  We couldn't go looking, we weren't 
supposed to care about the slaves, so we just had to stick it out. 
He did return, far more ragged and worn than when he had left.  When 
we asked him what had happened, he said that a Dark Alliance soldier 
had taken an interest in him.  We didn't press, knowing that meant he 
had probably been used and abused to some degree or another.

Once he got back, he told us that what was known was only rumors, but 
the rumors had the Dark Alliance massing for an attack.  We found out 
that a lot more territory had been grabbed in the Orient, and now the 
leaders of the attack had regular patrols running the length of both 
the American dome and the European dome.  Only a fraction of the 
forces were involved in the patrols while most of the forces were 
massing somewhere behind the front line.  At some point, the leaders 
would send their forces out while dome generators hidden in nearby 
cities would be activated, claiming more territory as the domes 
connected.  He said that whether only the American dome, only the 
European dome, or both would be expanded wasn't known.  There seemed 
to be equal guesses at all the three options.

After we got the details, we came up with a plan.  I knew that the 
Dark Alliance agents carried a device that allowed them to pass 
through the dome.  Problem was, only the Dark Alliance agents had the 
device, which meant we'd have to risk dealing with a cadre of guards, 
as well as a certain amount of magic, most likely magic items, but 
spell casting ability was also a distinct possibility.  We also 
wouldn't have a lot of time to get things done.  Individual patrols 
were far enough apart that a decent window was available, but that 
window wasn't infinite.
Thankfully, luck was on our side.  The Dark Alliance agent in charge 
of the area had grown complacent in the superiority of his magic to 
keep him safe.  He also had a fetish for shemales.  After the patrols 
had taken their two hours to spread out again, we kept close and 
waited for an opportunity to strike.

It didn't take long.  A little after the last patrol had left, the 
man stuck his head out of the back of the troop transport he was 
using as a mobile headquarters.  Looking around, his eyes focused on 
me and Chris (Jasmine had gone off to the side with the Morris 
family) and ordered us inside with him.  Such was his confidence in 
the spell work that had already been laid, that he didn't even notice 
two strangers in his entourage, or even think that we might be a 
danger.  Once inside, we were made to perform a striptease for him. 
While dancing about, shaking my tits, I got close enough to snap his 
neck.

We moved quickly; eventually someone would need to talk to the now 
deceased agent.  Chris stuck a single hand into the entrance and 
signaled Jasmine.  Once she was close enough, he stepped out and told 
her to bring the civilians inside so the boss could see us rape them. 
Once inside, we got everybody in pace, and Jasmine went to the cab. 
Chris used surveillance cameras mounted on the truck to watch the 
troops outside, and, at just the right time, Jasmine turned on the 
engine and threw it into gear.

They immediately knew something was wrong, but the policies of the 
Dark Alliance worked against them.  Since we were in the only ready 
vehicle in the area, when Jasmine stepped on the gas, no one was able 
to stop us.  They tried, though.  They turned energy bolt throwers on 
us, lacing the vehicle with holes.  Thankfully, they didn't hit 
anything vital.

Suddenly, Jasmine yelled for the shield piercer.  Realizing we had 
forgotten to get it, Chris and I scrambled to find it.  Chris found 
it and tossed it to Jasmine.  There was a brief scare as she fumbled 
the catch, the device bounced up, off the dash, then back to where 
she could grab it.

We traveled the couple hundred yards to the shield and to the moment 
of crisis.  Fact was, we weren't sure the shield piercer would work 
for all of us.  I had seen it used by the agent who owned it, I had 
seen it given to others for their use, but I had never seen it used 
for more than one person at a time.  We hoped that having the driver 
hold it would protect the vehicle and everyone in it, but for all we 
knew, there'd be a big flash and everyone but Jasmine would cease to 
exist.  We had discussed it with Rich and Amanda earlier, and decided 
to go for it.  There was no way to go out and come back, so the two 
had decided to go for it and have faith that the plan would work.

Thankfully it did.  There was a brief tingle as we passed through the 
dome, then we were through.  There was some cheering, but Jasmine 
didn't slow down.  We wanted as much distance as possible between us 
and the dome.  However, only five minutes after we left it, we were 
pulled over by armed troops, normal ones.  All of us were kept under 
guard until a sorceress was brought in to scan us.

After we were cleared, our first duty was reporting what had gone on, 
which includes this report, and the attached files on Dark Alliance 
tactics, troop numbers, and expected battle plans.

************

[Dorina Tempus]

I was in my room feeding my whelp when Lois came into the room. 
"Ma'am, we have a problem.  There's been an escape from the U.S. 
dome.  Three soldiers somehow slipped their control spells and 
escaped with a dome pass."

"There's no way they could have just 'slipped' those spells.  Have 
the troops be on the lookout for an unknown sorceress in the dome. 
On second thought, I'll tell them directly.  I need to readjust the 
shield generator to render the dome pass useless.  Contact the 
European commander and tell him to implement the next stage of the 
attack immediately.  We can't afford to take the chance that they've 
decoded the pass and already have duplicates."

"Is that likely?"

"No, but possible.  I'll leave immediately to render the pass they 
have useless."

"Yes, ma'am."
I put the baby back in his crib and cast a temporal stasis spell, 
freezing him in time.  It was a temporary measure.  A baby can't 
stand a time freeze for too long.  Just the freeze I used when I 
killed the Sphinx had probably resulted in an I.Q. loss, the new one 
probably retardation.  Too many uses would have killed the child.

I transported immediately to D.C.  It was only a few seconds before 
Ford Kerrigan raced in and said, "Ma'am, if I had known you were 
coming-"

I waved him off.  "Yes, yes, couldn't be helped.  Arrange transport 
to the White House.  I need to make an adjustment to the shield 
generator."

"Yes, ma'am."

Seconds later, we were on our way to the White House.  As soon as we 
got there, we went straight to the meta-generator.  I touched it and 
adjusted the frequency so that the passes were now useless.  I told 
Kerrigan, "Have everyone with a dome pass go to any of the local 
shield generators.  Just touching their pass to the generators will 
adjust them to the new frequency."

"Yes, ma'am.  Why the adjustment?"

"A group of transformees managed to escape with a pass in hand."

"I was unaware of that.  I assure you it won't happen again.  Steps 
will be implemented to keep greater restraints on the transformees."

"Don't be silly.  There's no evidence that they broke the spells. 
The most likely explanation is that a sorceress slipped in when the 
domes last went down and broke them free.  Since the spell couldn't 
be done as a ritual without setting off the sensors, she would have 
to have at least an 8,000 power.  Round up anyone with breasts large 
enough to cover that and scan them for magic potential."

"Yes, ma'am.  Have you decided what to do with the Dargent boy?"

I waved it off.  "Whatever.  Kill him for all I care."

Kerrigan was clearly confused.  "Kill him?  You... did get my report?"

"Probably, but my attache handles that."

"Does she understand how significant a spont is?"

I stopped cold.  "He's a spont?"

Kerrigan nodded.  "And a powerful one by the feel of it.  We won't 
know exactly how powerful until and unless he's awakened, but I'm 
guessing around twelve to fifteen thousand."

That stunned me.  A spont, short for spontaneous awakening, is 
perhaps the single most significant event since the last war when 
human magic potential was locked away.  Despite magic being locked 
away by powerful magics, sometimes the human spirit won't be stopped, 
and a human spontaneously develops the ability to tap into their 
magical ability without an awakening spell.

A spont has certain abilities that make them incredibly useful.  Most 
sorcerers, male or female, lack the power to cast most spells without 
resorting to ritual or enchantment.  A spont, when he casts spells 
without ritual, "on the fly" if you will, can get almost twice the 
effect for the same energy.  Previously, this was only moderately 
significant since the highest powered spont only ranked at around 
2,000, but a spont with a power of over 12,000 would have an 
effective power of 24,000 or more.  Rituals and enchantments wouldn't 
be affected, but in combat, few could stand against him.

On top of the power adjustment, sponts seem to have an almost 
instinctive ability to formulate "on the fly" spells.  Most sorcerers 
need at least incantations and/or gestures to focus their magic. 
Sponts can cast a lot of lower powered spells, spells up to about ten 
percent of their total power, without either, almost as though the 
spells were already mastered.  The combination makes even a low 
powered spont a combatant to be reckoned with.  A spont as powerful 
as Kerrigan was guessing that Dargent was would be one of the most 
dangerous opponents ever.

The question was, could we get him to work for us?  In the last 1,500 
years, there have only been seven sponts.  Three worked for us; four 
worked for the other guys.  If he worked for us, it'd make the Dark 
Alliance unbeatable, but if he worked for the Light Alliance...

"Part of me wants to say destroy him.  He's too much of a wild card. 
But if he could be converted...  What have you been doing so far?"

"Lacking a specific way of handling sponts, we've been handling him 
like anyone else.  We're subjecting him to harassment in order to 
provoke him into accepting our offer in order to get back at us."

"Okay, keep that up, but keep it low key.  We don't want him to hate 
us too much.  Didn't someone else escape with him?"

"Yes, a girl, and he's apparently formed an attachment to her. 
Unfortunately, she has somehow managed to avoid detection and 
recapture.  We've tried the same method we did before, but we've got 
nothing.   We assume she's hiding amongst the slave populace. 
Problem is, we don't know where.  We have too many slaves to be able 
to keep track of all of them."

"And until the war is over, a person by person audit would take too 
much time and energy.  Alright, keep looking for her.  If she's 
recaptured, she can be used as a bargaining chip to convince Dargent 
to join us."
"As you wish, ma'am."

I returned to the teleportation room in the city.  In order to ensure 
that no Light Alliance agent could get close to the generator, I 
included a teleport blocker.  Teleporting in or out of the White 
House was almost impossible.  Unfortunately, that meant Dark Alliance 
agents couldn't do it either; even I couldn't.  Leave a door to go 
through and someone else might find a way through it.
I returned to the main base with the Eastern European assault 
already underway.

************

[Elizabeth Thompson Norman]

On the day after East Asia was taken, we saw massive troop movement 
on the border of both the North American and European domes.  Troops 
were given regular patrol schedules circling the dome, looking for 
any sign that an assault was imminent.

Then a small group of transformed soldiers came through the dome in 
western Pennsylvania.  They were taken prisoner and questioned while 
being scanned by sorceresses in the area.  Apparently, a sorceress, 
Lin Su from their description, had come across the troops and the 
family that they were with, stopped the then controlled soldiers, 
freed them from the spells controlling their minds, then sent them as 
escorts for the family to get everyone safely out of the dome.  They 
also said that an attack was imminent, although they couldn't say 
whether it would be in North America, Europe, or both.  The last was 
nothing more or less than we expected, although the confirmation was 
welcome.

The group also brought a device that allowed free passage through the 
dome.  We had hoped that the new device would give us a break, the 
impedance created by the domes was a major stumbling block.  Taking 
back territory stolen by the enemy is pretty hard when you can't even 
get to that territory.

Most of the experienced sorcerers were busy with other things, so it 
fell to Lynnette to make an initial analysis of the device.  Lynn and 
I teleported to Columbus, Ohio and rode the rest of the distance in 
another Hummer.  Once there, we were given brief introductions to the 
troopers before we were handed the device.

After scanning it, Lynnette said, "It might be possible to-" stopping 
abruptly and looking up at the dome.  After a few seconds, she said, 
"Damn, they figured it out."

"What?"

"It might have been possible to duplicate this thing and use it to 
get through the dome, but they've already dealt with that.  The 
domes' frequency has been adjusted so that this no longer works on 
it."

"So it's useless?"

"Maybe not.  I might be able to do something with it."

Before I could question any further, a voice called out, "Okay, 
people, be on the alert.  We just got news that the Dark Alliance is 
making a land grab into Western Asia.  Be ready for a possible attack 
here."

Things were kind of tense for a while.  We weren't sure whether an 
attack was coming or not.  Lynnette used her time to fiddle with the 
device thing.  Finally she said, "Got it!"

"Got what?"

"A way to use this to our advantage.  It may not be usable on the 
active domes, but it can be used on the inactive generators."

"How so?"

"One of the problems we've got with the Dark Alliance attacks is the 
dome generators.  When they attack a city, they'll activate the dome 
generator within, and the defending troops get cut off from support."

"Yes, and we can't find the dome generators before activation because 
when they're not up and running, the magic energy they use gets lost 
in the background."

"Yes, but this change may be just what we need.  They can't change 
the frequency on the inactive generators until they do go active. 
We'd detect the energy use.  Which means that this device and the 
inactive generators are still tuned to each other.  Knowing the exact 
frequency, we can use it to find the inactive generators.  It won't 
stop the Dark Alliance totally, but at least we can prevent them from 
forcing us immediately into a defensive fight."

I gave my lover a big hug.  "Great news!  How long to build a detector?"

"Barring any interference, I should complete it before nightfall."

For the rest of the day, I did my best to just stay out of the way. 
Lynnette was working on her detection device, and the military was 
keeping a close eye on the dome and the Dark Alliance forces within. 
About a half hour before sunset, Lynn finished her detector. 
Figuring that if any place had a generator, Columbus had to, we went 
back to the city.

It took about an hour of searching. but we found it in an old 
warehouse.  It was only being guarded by a couple minor sorcerers and 
a bunch of norm soldiers.  It took Lynn and me less than five minutes 
to dispatch them.  The generator itself held no value for us; we 
already had the frequency, and the generator wasn't the source of the 
domes, just a receiver for the central generators.

Having everything worked out, Lynn made a couple copies of her device 
and sent them out for others to copy.  We now had a tool for use 
against the Dark Alliance.

************

[Lin Su]

I managed to make it to D.C. without further incident, although it 
took me almost two and a half weeks.  Once there, I moved around the 
city looking for the main generator.  I was hampered by the fact that 
I had no idea what it looked like, and it wasn't going to be out in 
the open with a big sign proclaiming its presence.  Worse yet, 
shortly after I arrived, they started rounding up big breasted women. 
I had to assume to try to find me.

It was while avoiding that round up that I found an ally.  I was 
running to get away from a Dark Alliance team when a small girl with 
long, brown hair poked her head from the door frame of an abandoned 
building and waved me in.  I didn't really have a choice; the Dark 
Alliance team was closing in on me.  I ducked into the building and 
we lay quietly as the team passed the building.

After they were gone, the girl asked, "Are you Lin Su, head of the 
White Sisterhood?"

"I am, but who are you?  I know we've never met."

"No, we haven't."  She reached up and pulled her hair behind her 
ears.  Exposed to the open, I could see that her ears were sharply 
pointed.  "But there isn't a Witch out there that doesn't know who 
you are.  My name is Beryl McQueen, and I need your help."

"So does the entire world.  What is it you need?"

"A soldier saved my life a month ago.  He's been captured and is 
being held at the White House.  I need help to break him free."

"Sorry, I can't help you.  I'm on a mission.  I've got to find the 
main dome generator, then find a place to hide out so that I can be 
sure to destroy it during a coordinated attack in about a week."

She opened her mouth a few times, as though thinking of arguments 
before discarding them unvoiced.  Finally, she said, "Wouldn't the 
White House be the best place to put it?  You could free Quentin. 
Having been in the White House, he'd be an excellent source of 
information."

"And an immense risk, particularly since the shield generator isn't 
in the White House.  It's too public.  Most likely it's a prison for 
the President."

"The President is no prisoner.  He's one of them."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, yeah.  He occasionally walks the street, preaching the glories 
of the Dark Alliance.  I've seen him use dark magic to turn innocent 
people into sex crazed lunatics.  He's got the massive breasts of a 
human sorceress and wears a dress, but it's definitely him."

That was a stunner.  He had to have been awakened after the Dark 
Alliance's first strike.  He was too public a figure for the 
sorcerers in D.C. not to have sensed it at some point.  "What about 
his wife?"

"The First Lady?  She's definitely one of them, a corrupt bitch who 
likes seeing boobs on men.  She orders the President around like a 
whipped dog, and like a whipped dog, he obeys and comes back for 
more."

Things were falling into place.  The First Lady could stay out of the 
public eye enough to avoid detection, then awaken the President when 
the time was right.  The Dark Alliance had definitely prepared for 
this war.

And with the President and the First Lady being dark mages, the White 
House made a lot of sense as a holding place for the central 
generator.  But that was going to be a problem.  The White House, 
from a simple tactical standpoint, was designed to be highly 
defensible.  Factor in a couple of high powered mages and the White 
House might be very well unassailable.

"Alright, I'll recon the place and see how things are set up.  I'm 
not guaranteeing anything, but if we can, we'll free your friend."

"Thank you."

"I hope he's worth it."

"He is to me."

Wonderful.  I was behind enemy lines, my only ally a love struck, elfin Witch.

************

[Dorina Tempus]

I got the news of our assault on west Asia.  Everything had gone as 
planned, although with more forces than first planned to accommodate 
for the more powerful weapons the Light Alliance had given the 
military.  And we had managed a huge grab.  Draw a line from the 
northernmost point of the border between Norway and Russia to 
Krasnoyarsk (it's in South-central Russia, get a map), then southwest 
along the western China border to Tajikistan, then west to Turkey. 
We got most of civilized Russia, all of Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, 
Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Azerbaijan, Georgia (the southwest Asia 
territory, not the American city), a couple of little nothing 
countries I can't remember the names of, most of Turkmenistan, and 
chunks of Afghanistan and Iran.

Things were not going so well with the U.S.  Apparently, Lynnette 
Thompson Norman had managed to decode the frequency on the dome pass 
and had created a device to detect the minimal magic in a 
subgenerator.  It's like the electric charge used by a handset with 
the ringer off; it runs just enough to be able to detect a signal. 
Her device had already been used to get rid of the generators in all 
the states bordering the territory we held.

It was mostly just annoying.  New generators could be carried into 
the cities as we assaulted them, but those took time to set up.  I 
was impressed, however, by Lynnette's decoding of the frequency. 
It's one thing to accomplish that with a device with an active spell, 
but decoding from an inactive item is a skill that usually takes 
years to master.

I had planned the next stage of the war, grabbing more U.S.A. 
territory, for the day after the Asia land grab, but this set us back 
a few days.

************

[Quentin Dargent]

It was three weeks after I was brought to the White House that I was 
freed.  Just three days previously, Darren had started taking me on 
trips outside the White House grounds.  I don't know whether the 
President didn't know, or whether he thought his control would keep 
me coming back for more.  It probably would've, but others interceded 
on my behalf.

We were walking to some store when I saw a brief blur of motion 
between me and Darren before blacking out.

When I woke, I saw a strange, Asian woman and started thrashing 
about.  She held me down and yelled, "Hold him!"

Beryl threw herself upon me.  I didn't thrash as much, but still 
tried to wriggle free.  Beryl asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"Hush while I work."

Beryl remained silent as the stranger chanted.  I struggled for a 
little more until the clouds of delusion lifted from my mind.  The 
President's control as well as the spells of forgetfulness placed on 
me by Kerrigan were gone.

Beryl asked, "What was wrong?"

"Control spells, a dark wish by my guess."  She got up.  "Thinking of 
which, there is NO way they didn't detect my breaking those spells. 
We need to move, now!"  And with nothing more said, we were packed up 
and moved out.

We moved quickly until we found a new base in an abandoned building. 
There were far too many of those.  Once we were settled in, quick 
introductions were made.  The new woman was Lin Su, head of the White 
Sisterhood, the sorority of sorceresses I mentioned in previous 
reports.  After that, she said, "I hope you were worth it.  Did you 
see any kind of unusual device or object while you were inside the 
White House?"

"I saw a few.  Why?  What are you looking for?"

"The main dome generator.  Damn!  I don't know why I'm asking.  I 
have no idea what it looks like, and you would have no idea what you 
were looking at if you saw it.  You might have seen it every day and 
had no idea what you were looking at."

I could sense her frustration and felt it myself, but then I 
remembered that thing in the basement and asked, "Would it look like 
a glowing egg wrapped in green tentacles, that if you touched it 
would feel like you were flying above captured areas?"

"That could be it."

"It's in the basement."

"I hope you're right.  There's no way I could get in to check.  Now I 
need to rest.  Dealing with those control spells tired me out."

"Thinking of those spells, you called them... a dark wish?  What did you mean?"

She sat against a wall, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. 
"Every dark sorcerer, when he joins the Dark Alliance, is given a 
wish.  It's rarely ever explained so as to keep it from being 
overdone, but since it's powered by the demons beyond, it's always 
powerful magic, regardless of the magnitude of effect."

I thought of the "special ability" that had been described to me, 
remembered the First Lady saying that she wasn't to use "that term" 
around me, and thought it must mean the dark wish.  I briefly 
wondered why the term wasn't to be used around me, but then 
remembered that Kerrigan had offered me a wish when we had talked, so 
I asked, "Do I have any magic potential?"

She opened her eyes and looked at me.  After a bit, she said, "Yeah, 
but it's got a strange feeling to it."

"They called me a spont a couple of times.  Would that explain the 
strangeness?"

Her eyes went wide.  "A spont?!  Are you sure?"

"Yeah.  Why?  What's a spont?"

"A spontaneous awakening, a person who can use their magic without an 
awakening."

"So I might actually be able to do something more than sit in the 
background looking pretty?"

"Yes and no.  You have access to your magic, but only on a defensive 
level.  It responds to threats against you and those you care about, 
and only if you know it's a threat.  Like the control spells on you. 
You had no clue that their source was threatening you, so your power 
didn't protect you."

"Not a chance."

Beryl asked, "Would the awakening spell draw too much attention?"

"No, I'd have to cast it with my hands on him, but the spell 
shouldn't draw too much attention."  She turned back to me.  "It 
really depends on the power you have.  The real problem becomes 
training you afterwards.  Teaching only the most minor spells would 
be possible.  Even moderately powered spells would set off the 
detectors throughout the city.  Although..."  She looked at Beryl. 
"Have you gone through the full training of a Witch?"

"Yeah, not that it matters.  I lack the power to do anything significant."

"We can change that.  We can put you and Quentin through the bonding 
ritual then awaken him.  It hasn't happened often, but we've found 
that if a Witch is bonded with someone who is later awakened, the 
Witch's power increases in direct proportion to the sorcerer's 
energy.  You could also access some of his power.  With your 
training, you could use his power to our benefit."

It seemed to be a good plan, but Beryl protested.  "Wait a second. 
You're being awful flip with that.  Maybe that ritual is nothing more 
than a convenient tool to you, but to a Witch, it's a marriage, a 
sacred covenant.  I can't just jump into it."

Before Lin Su could say a thing, I asked, "Don't you want to marry me?"

She just stared at me for a few seconds.  Finally, she said, "You've 
never asked.  Do you want to marry me?  I mean really WANT to marry 
me?"

I took her hands and went to one knee before her.  "Beryl, I have 
never wanted anything more in my life.  I love you.  I have loved you 
since the first moment I laid eyes on you.  While we were on the run, 
I determined that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. 
Beryl McQueen, would you marry me?"

She threw her arms around me.  "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!  I will 
marry you!"

Lin Su said, "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, can we get 
on with it?"

We stood.  I asked, "Okay, what do we need to do?"

"First, get naked."

"Naked?"

Beryl said, "It's symbolic of the couple going into the marriage 
hiding nothing."

Lin Su added, "It's also necessary for later.  After your bonding, 
you'll be overcome with a desire to couple physically.  If you're 
wearing clothes, you'll rip them off to do just that."

I shrugged and removed my clothes.  "Now what?"

"Take hands."

Beryl asked Lin Su, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"You're supposed to be naked, too."

"I don't think-"

I said, "Miss Lin, please.  Beryl is already getting married in a war 
zone with no family or friends.  Give her this."

"Oh, all right."  Lin Su got undressed.  "Alright, take hands.  I'm 
afraid I only know the spell part.  I don't know any of the 
ceremonial trappings."

Beryl was a little disappointed but said, "That's okay.  We can do 
the ceremonial stuff when my family is present."

"Okay, Quentin, take her hands in yours."

I did as she instructed, and she took our clasped hands in hers.  She 
chanted for a while, then stepped away.  I felt suffused with... 
Beryl.  No other way to describe it.  She was everything, both within 
and without.  I drew her close to me.  We pressed our bodies together 
tightly, and then plastered our lips just as tightly.  We went to the 
floor, our bodies intertwining in passion and love.  We explored 
every inch of each other, using hands, tongue, and any miscellaneous 
body part to feel the other's genitals, breasts, mouths, and anything 
else.

I don't know how long it was when we came down, but it was dark 
outside, where it had been light (early evening) when we started.  I 
recovered with my hand on Beryl's breast, and her hand was on mine. 
We kissed lightly before hearing Lin Su say, "Welcome back."  We sat 
up, arms still wrapped around each other.  I never wanted to lose 
that feeling of intimacy.

Beryl asked,  "How long were we lost in passion?"

"Almost three hours, but that's good.  It means your bond is 
exceptionally strong."

I was amazed at how long we had spent lost in each other.  It sure as 
hell didn't feel like three hours, although I would have been hard 
pressed to determine whether we had been out for longer or shorter 
than that.

I asked, "So what's this awakening?  How's it work?"

"It works a little differently than I thought.  There's a slight 
problem.  I got a feel for your power while it was surging across the 
link you two now share.  You're far more powerful than I first 
thought."

"How is that a problem?  Don't we want me to be powerful?"

"From a tactical standpoint, yes.  The problem comes from the 
awakening spell.  There are two versions of the spell, a masculine 
version and a feminine version.  Each causes a swelling in the 
tissues of the person it's cast on, the penis for men, the breasts 
for women."

"So how big will my penis get?"

"That's just it.  The male spell, either by flaw or design, has an 
upper limit, and although we won't know exactly how powerful you are 
until after awakening, I can sense that you are well over that limit."

"So the female spell has to be used?"  She nodded.  "Which means 
breast growth?"

"Yes.  And then there's native state.  After a human gets awakened, 
their body gets 'locked in.'  They can only tolerate twelve hours of 
transformation out of any forty-eight.  So if we do this, you become 
a huge breasted shemale, and that's for the rest of your life.

I wondered what "big breasted" meant to her.  I mean, before the war, 
if I'd've met a girl with breasts as large as the thirty eight triple 
D breasts I had then, I'd have thought she was huge, but the 
President, the First Lady, and this woman (who was larger than either 
of the other two) all had breasts that made me look average at best. 
But I just shrugged and said, "What choice do I have?"

"You can choose to say no.  If you don't willingly accept the power, 
then the awakening spell won't work.  Not even the Dark Alliance can 
violate that rule."

"No, by what choice, I mean that the alternative to not getting 
awakened is not one I'm willing to risk.  Besides, thanks to this 
girl," I hugged Beryl, "I'm finding the concept of a life with 
breasts to actually be attractive."  Beryl smiled and kissed the top 
of my breast.

"Okay, then let's do it.  And when we get finished, we will have to 
move fast.  You ARE powerful enough that your awakening will set off 
the sensors."  She stepped to me, put her hands on my temples, and 
chanted softly.  I felt a surge of power and a... distortion.

After that, Beryl fell into my arms.  Concerned, I asked, "Beryl?"

Lin Su said, "She's just adjusting to her new power.  She'll be fine. 
You could get her awake now, but she'd be so groggy that it'll just 
be easier to carry her.  Come on."

I swept Beryl into my arms.  "What about our clothes?"

"We'll get new ones.  Now move!"

I was a little annoyed at not being warned about that, but didn't 
delay.  A ways away, I saw the force that stormed our old locale, and 
these people weren't kidding around.  The force consisted of a dozen 
transformed soldiers, a dozen Secret Service agents, and a few others 
I assumed were Dark Alliance agents.

When we got to our new base, an abandoned home, I got a look at my 
new body.  My base size was still thirty eight, but my total size was 
now slightly over fifty-one inches, giving me twelve inches of cup 
size.  Lin Su told me that this gives me approximately a 17,500 power 
on their scale.

I wish I could train with it.  Lin Su's shown me a few basic spells 
that allow me to amplify my strength, speed, and stamina, but nothing 
more.  Anything more powerful than that and I'll bring the bad guys 
down on us.  It's fun to watch Beryl use her new power.  She's like a 
kid in a candy store.  She lifts furniture and moves around like a 
cat, then throws her arms around me and gives me a big hug. 
Previously, she could barely amplify herself to the level of a 
slightly above average fighter.  Now she can amplify up to peak human 
ability, and I can loan her the power to go further.

And I love the link between us.  When I look out on the Dark 
Alliance's abuse of the capitol, she's right there to hold me (and 
perhaps keep me from charging out and doing something stupid), and 
when she thrills at being able to do something she never thought 
she'd have the power to do, her exuberance transfers right to me.

The big torture at that point was the waiting, one week to the attack date.

************

[Dorina Tempus]

When the U.S.A. attack went forward, it was nowhere near as 
successful as the Asia land grab.  We extended the southern border 
down to Raleigh, South Carolina to Nashville, Tennessee, and the 
western border to Springfield, Illinois to Madison, Wisconsin.

It was while I was reviewing the results of the attack that I got the 
bad news.  After Lois gave me the losses we incurred, I asked, "Has 
Kerrigan turned that spont yet?"

Lois said, "The spont escaped.  Kerrigan is devoting every resource 
he can, but it appears that the sorceress we suspected was there is 
the one who freed him; the President reported that he felt his dark 
wish's effects disrupted."

I must have blanched.  Angrily, I demanded, "Why didn't you tell me?"

She fearfully replied, "It's only been a day since he got away.  I 
didn't know it was that important."

She was clearly afraid.  I controlled my rage and settled down.  I 
wasn't angry at her; I was angry at myself.  When I got back before, 
we were right in the middle of the west Asia attack and had forgotten 
to tell her to keep me informed on the Dargent boy.  If I had been 
told he had escaped, I would have taken a direct hand, particularly 
to neutralize a White Sisterhood sorceress.  Now it was too late. 
Taking the spont was a bold and dangerous move, and I still don't 
know why she did it, but she'd have to know the city was on high 
alert for her, so the sorceress would keep herself hidden, even from 
me.

I took a deep breath and said, "Tell Kerrigan to spare nothing in 
finding both the spont and the sorceress.  When he finds them, he is 
to kill both of them.  This close to the end of the war, we cannot 
take any more chances."

"Yes, ma'am."

I stormed back to my room.  My slut was there and willing and 
desirous of doing something sexual, but I just growled, "Get out!" 
Seeing how angry I was, she bolted from the room in fear.  Once she 
was gone, I cut lose with a collection of energy generation spells, 
frying and burning everything in the room.  I set off every alarm in 
the building, but I didn't care.

I just stood unmoving until a security team burst into the room, 
weapons drawn.  They looked around for the threat.  Seeing only me, 
the lead man asked, "Ma'am, are you alright?"

With cold control, I replied, "I'm fine.  Inform supply that I will 
need new supplies for my room."

"Yes, ma'am."

After he and his team left and I was alone in a burned out husk of a 
room, it was then that I decided to eliminate the mansion that served 
as the headquarters of our opponents, a blow they would never recover 
from.

************

[Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams]

INT:  We're back.  Now, Jenny, after you worked things out with 
Sarah, what happened?

Jenny:  A lot of in-depth combat training.  Despite all the fighting 
I had been doing since the war started, it had all been in group 
combat.  I needed training in one on one combat, so every sister who 
they thought wouldn't get overwhelmed by my power was thrown against 
me.

INT:  With a power as high as yours, I can't imagine there would be that many.

Jenny:  You'd be surprised.  Dark sorcerers can get pretty lethal, 
and some of the White Sisterhood have been fighting for all their 
adult lives.  One girl, who looked all of fifteen, only had a power 
of 2,100, but she whupped me hard.

INT:  A fifteen year old beat you?

Jenny:  A girl who looked fifteen.  Remember, with native state, a 
sorceress doesn't appear to age.  This girl may have only looked 
fifteen, but she was actually one hundred and three and had been 
fighting the Dark Alliance for eighty-eight years.  It took me days 
of training just to be able to hold my own against her, and days more 
to be able to best her.

INT:  Incredible.  So is training the only thing you did?

Jenny:  For the most part, until four days before I met Dorina for our battle.

INT:  I remember.  That was the big Dark Alliance push, wasn't it?

Jenny:  Yes.  The Dark Alliance massed their troops in Nashville, 
then charged to Memphis to Jackson, Mississippi to Baton Rouge, 
Louisiana then straight to Houston.  They didn't establish any domes 
on the way.  Their sole purpose was to take the temporary capitol.

INT:  A big challenge.  Wasn't council Witch Elizabeth and commander 
Sam Kravitz both in the capitol?

Jenny:  Yeah, they were.  It didn't make sense.  We thought they were 
making an assault to draw Sam and Elizabeth out of Houston.  If the 
assault force got to Houston, they'd tear the city apart, but if they 
left to engage the attackers, we figured the Dark Alliance would make 
a sneak attack while they were otherwise occupied.  So I got involved.

I teleported to Houston, then met the assault force on the 
Louisiana/Texas border.  We battled for almost eighteen hours, me and 
the Light Alliance troops with me driving them back to just outside 
Baton Rouge before finally defeating them.

INT:  So was the attack a diversion after all?

Jenny:  Yes, but not how we thought.  After we beat the Dark 
Alliance, we returned to Houston.  There, Elizabeth told us she had 
lost contact with the mansion, and the teleport disks were down. 
Wanda and I were tired, but we worked together and with help from 
Lynnette's amplifier spell, we teleported back.

INT:  What had happened?

Jenny:  A battle.  The Dark Alliance had attacked in order to destroy 
the headquarters of our alliance.

INT:  What did it look like when you got there?

Jenny:  Devastated.  Half the mansion was now a smoking crater and 
dead bodies were everywhere.  It looked bad.

************

[Corporal Lewis Remus]

[From the corporal's personal log]

We've been in Houston for a while now.  We came here with the 
sorceress that we met and gave the dome pass to.  Lynnette's her 
name, I think.  Rich and Amanda and their family are now safely in 
Seattle.  They have relatives there.

Yesterday, we got the news that the Dark Alliance was moving in a 
southwestern direction.  They were moving like they were possessed 
(which I suppose they were), tearing up the cities they went through 
and most of the land between.  We got inducted into the defense force 
and were teleported to the eastern border of the state, where we 
engaged the enemy.  For the better part of a day we fought, until we 
finally destroyed them just outside Baton Rouge.

We set up camp to sleep before heading back to Texas.  Apparently, 
the sorceresses who led us were needed elsewhere.  Chris and I got 
our own tent.  I don't think they know where to put us.  Do we go 
with the women or the men?  Hell, I'm not sure I know where we're 
supposed to go.

After we set up, there was some socializing, which included some good 
natured ribbing, as well as a lot of questions about our time under 
Dark Alliance control and our new bodies.  It didn't last long as we 
were all pooped and needed our rest for the march back.

We got into our blankets, but before too long, Chris said, "Lewis?"

"Yeah?"

"What if I'm wrong?"

I propped my head up.  "What do you mean?"

"You know I want to stay as I am, that I think that I'll be happier as a girl?"

"Yeah."

"What if I'm wrong?  What if the only reason I'm staying is because 
they messed up my head?"

"The sorceresses said that we were clean, that we were no longer 
under Dark Alliance influence."

"Yeah, but we just spent a day fighting previous allies, people who 
never would have thrown their lives away with such reckless abandon 
before, and I wonder if they did something that permanently fucked up 
my head."

"I don't think they would've wasted the energy to do that just to 
you."  Chris remained silent.  "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You could...  No, never mind."

"What is it?"

"No, stupid idea.  Forget it."

"Hey, Chris, you and me go back to Basic.  You can ask me anything."

He thought about it for a while.  Finally, he said, "Fuck me."

"Pardon?"

"Before I realized I was gay, I lay as a man with a woman, and I have 
often lay as a man with men, and everything under Dark Alliance 
control can't be trusted, so I've never lay as a woman.  Now I have 
no interest in being a woman with another woman, but you're a man, 
sure of your masculinity in spite of that body, so if we do it, I 
could feel like a woman with a man.  It'd let me know if I was right 
thinking of myself as a woman."

I just stared at him for a while.  Before the Dark Alliance, I had 
never been with a guy, not even youthful experimentation, so I almost 
said no.  But I thought first.  I remembered all the times under Dark 
Alliance control that I stuffed my cock in Chris's ass, so I just 
said, "Okay."

"Okay?  You mean it?"

"Uh huh."  He started to get up, but I told him to stop.  He was 
confused until I said, "As the woman, you can and should expect the 
man to come to you."  He lay back and I went over and lay beside him. 
We kissed.  I touched and stroked him.  I did my best to treat him 
like a woman, which was surprisingly easy.

Afterwards we lay together and he said, "Thank you, Lewis."

"You're welcome."

After a bit more, he said, "Lewis, ILY."  ILY.  I. L. Y.  It was the 
way guys in our unit used to say I love you without actually using 
the words.  He was didn't even look at me as he said it, clearly 
afraid of what I'd think and say, but he said it any ways.

I thought about it and said, "ILYT."  I. L. Y. T.  I love you, too. 
He looked up at me, and we kissed.  Maybe the Dark Alliance made me 
gay, or maybe I should just stop thinking of Chris as my best bud and 
start thinking of HER as my best girl.

************

[Sarah]

Things were reaching a crescendo.  Lynn had made a device capable of 
finding yet to be activated shield generators; it didn't stop the 
Dark Alliance from advancing, but it did slow them down.  The 
amplified damage weapons had been finished and delivered.  The attack 
was scheduled for three days away.  We thought the only thing that 
could screw us up would be Lin Su not being able to destroy the prime 
generator when we knocked down the walls again.

We were wrong.

We heard word of the strike the Dark Alliance was making at the 
capitol and Jenny was sent to strike back.  That was what they 
planned.  At about the time she was engaging the bad guys, the alarms 
went off.  Magical suppressors went off around us as the external 
shields went down, suppressors designed to prevent both communication 
and teleportation.
My first action was to check the cameras, whereupon I saw the 
largest collection of Dark Alliance agents ever.  All the previous 
strike forces had consisted mainly of the transformed slaves they had 
with a few agents as leaders.  This group was all agents, either 
sorcerers or normals granted magical weapons in return for willing 
servitude.  Clearly they were going to take no chances that someone 
here would disrupt their control spells.

We, of course, immediately engaged them, but they outnumbered us and 
were trained killers.  We fought valiantly and we gave as good as we 
got, but it was no use; there were too many of them.  We fought for 
over two hours until a large explosion blew me off my feet.  Laying 
on the ground, I turned and saw that my home had been blown up.  Half 
was just gone; the other half was burning.

A foot stepped beside me.  I looked up to see a Dark Alliance man 
pointing what looked like a flare gun at me.  He smiled and said 
"Good-bye, council Witch Sarah."

I figured I was dead when I heard a shriek like a falcon.  The man 
snapped his head towards the sound.  Before I could do the same, a 
red blur passed behind him.  He fell over dead, his back ripped apart.

I looked to where the blur had traveled and saw Daphne.  Like her 
image implied, she was like a devil, ripping through the Dark 
Alliance agents like tissue paper.  They tried to fight her, but she 
was fresh and her crutch was fighting.  The more they struck at her, 
the stronger her spells became.  Perhaps if she were really alone, 
they might have had a chance, but there were enough of us left that 
they never had a chance.  Daphne finished off the last of them with a 
mass explosion that touched only them.

When she finished, she landed and went to her knees, sobbing.  I 
immediately went to her side and wrapped my arms around her, with 
Jasa and Andrea soon doing the same.  While we sat there, Elizabeth 
Welker came over and asked, "What's wrong?  Is she hurt?"

"Not physically," I replied.

"Then what?"

"We're not killers, Elizabeth.  She's just dealing with the enormity 
of what she's done."

"I'm sorry.  In the Sisterhood, we're taught that killing, at least 
killing Dark Alliance agents, is not only possible but probable.  I 
forget that you haven't."  She joined us in our hug.

We sat together for what must have been almost a quarter hour before 
Daphne pulled herself together.  We then set about cleaning up, 
putting out fires, clearing away the rubble and the dead.  While we 
worked, fresh Light Alliance soldiers came in to guard us.

A half day later, we felt a magic ripple and Jenny was there.  I was 
glad there'd be no more fighting, at least for now.  Elizabeth 
explained to her daughter what had happened.  Jenny wanted to chip 
in, but she was still exhausted from her fight.  Clean up was just 
about finished, so we all took a break and slept.

************

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