The Dark Queen of White 1.26.

26.

King Thaddeus was furious at his Queen. She had confronted him on his return from a visit to the neighboring lands. He was away for two seasons and on his return, he had asked for the companionship of Queen Clarity. She however was not in the mood, for she had a shouting session with the precious Princess earlier.

“I have returned from a long journey and just desire…” King Thaddeus stood there in his robe looking outside of the window. His words were cut off by the irate Queen.

“Your desire was well expired by the ladies that Lord Mitchell had sent to you nightly.” Queen Clarity had come on direct. She had not a need to have an informer in his entourage when her tree with the mirrors would not lie.

“Ladies in my ….” King Thaddeus exclaimed in surprise. “Did you have someone trailed me? The servants in your employment too?”

“I had long suspected that. I was wondering when you would had controlled on my servants.” King Thaddeus continued on.

“I did not. I would not need to.” Queen Clarity replied. “I …”

She wanted to say that he was not as discreet as he appeared to be, not so when the Lords are more open to gossips.

“You are a witch.” King Thaddeus uttered in his anger. He bit his own tongue on mentioning the name.

“A witch?” Queen Clarity mentioned the name back in anger. “You accuse me as a witch. Then burn me on the stakes.”

Queen Clarity walked towards the King.

“The night is still early. Take me down to the yard and burned me there.” Queen Clarity pointed to the courtyard. The King looked at her and held out his arms.

“I am sorry, Clare.” King Thaddeus tried to console his Queen, but she had stepped away from him.

“Forget it. I am leaving.” Queen Clarity left the King alone in the chamber. He stood there with his shoulders slumped, and then he sat on the bedding. He regretted his words, but it had come out like a stream of drunken speech. He had long suspected her of witchery, with her selection of friends but the final score was the tree trunk with the mirrors. He had once seen her talking to it.

“King Thaddeus, I came as soon as I got your request.” The voice belonged to Merlin who appeared in the astral form. “I can’t come in person, as the quest of Arthur had just begin. I am needed in person to guide him.”

King Thaddeus knew of the life quest of Merlin but he still appreciated the Wizard coming then. The King briefed the wizard of his plight with the Queen. He had thought of his old wizard, but the later had gone missing and so was the successor, Corellian. Merlin in his astral form stood there and then replied.

“King Thaddeus, I cannot help you. I have my own quest. I would however sent you another.” Merlin told the King. “She would appeared to you in her due time.”

With that, Merlin disappeared. King Thaddeus stood there by himself, and then removed his robe. He rang the servants.

“Get me my armor. I need to ride for the borders.”

At least there, King Thaddeus found peace and his desires satiated.

It also left his Queen the time to be lonely, and also for her to induced herself in her crafts, when she was not handling the precious Princess. Her relationship with the Princess had become more distance, with both their personality clashing. The last argument with the King made her feeling very insecure. She approached the one item which she could console her concerns.

“Mirror, mirror on the tree, who am I?”

“The Queen of the lands. And the most pretty of the Queen in the land.” That made the Queen smiled. Across the lands of the King, after a weary ride of three nights the King arrived at one of his Lords’ castle. He was soon entertained by the Lord with full spread of lavish delicacies.

King Thaddeus sat by his own in the tent, soon after dismissing the local Lord’s ladies. They were good and accommodating beauties, but they were not his real choice of a lover. He still loved Clare and found herself still a beauty. He was looking at the lake before him; a scenic spot picked by the local Lord to enhance his mood. He seen many lakes in his journeys, and most times they crowded by the guards of his army collecting the water or feeding the horses. He had himself drowned some errant Lords or Picts

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The tent entrance flapped open and snapped his mind thought.

“I had enough. Leave me.” The King was abrupt in his words.

“I doubt it. If I leave you, Merlin would be disappointed.” It was the voice of a lady. King Thaddeus turned to look and saw a tall lady in a flowing white gown with a tinge of green shades that resembled the long grass on the side of the lake.

“Nimue, the Lady from the Lake at your service.” The lady announced herself. “I came on the request from Merlin.”

The Dark Queen of White 1.25

The Troubled Years

25.

King Thaddeus sat on his throne seat, while his Queen sat at the side. He had just returned from the borders, and was unhappy, that his army had lost a good warrior. That was not all, his wizard adviser had just told the King that he was too old to serve the King.

“My King, I am too old. My bones ache from the travels.” The old wizard had been good but he was no match for the Queen and her servants. He had his suspicion, but his spells were inconclusive. His last attempt resulted in the death of his man servant; hung in his personal chamber.

“I have another wizard for you. He had been in seclusion for some time. He had been in the services of the former King Egan.” The old wizard stepped aside. “I give you, the wizard master known as Corellian.”

The old wizard stepped aside for a wiry old man dressed in the blue cloak and sporting a long staff that he claimed was from an enchanted tree trunk.

“I being away for some time, and had been learning the hidden scrolls.” Corellian replied. “I had read the scrolls from the dwarfs, the elves and also the realm of the magicians.”

The older wizard tapped his staff, and the stream of light shone on the staff, before it rose up to the top and formed a ball of light. It then burst to become colorful confetti. Queen Clarity clapped along with the other Lords at the display of colors.

“You are good, wizard.” Queen Clarity spoke to him. Corellian smiled.

“Thank you, my Queen. I was your King’ wizard, but he had me dismissed after the birth of his twins. I did not know why, but I suspected it was to do with his trust in me.” In actual facts, King Egan dismissed Corellian when he found out that the later was in the employ of Lady Morgana. After his dismissal, he re-joined Lady Morgana to become her apprentice, but he was sent off to learned more.

King Thaddeus welcomed the new wizard, but the Queen had to call for a personal meeting with him. They met at her personal chamber.

“Corellian, why did you arrive here?”Queen Clarity asked him.

“Queen Morgan send me….” Corellian replied but the Queen cut in.

“I had known the Queen and she would not send me a chaperon without my knowledge.” Queen Clarity told him. “You sounded familiar.”

“You may know me as the Gwendel Tree.”

“So the voice behind the tree finally revealed itself.” Queen Clarity smiled. “Get back in the tree.”

“No, I would not. I am the wizard of King Thaddeus.” Corellian protested. “She placed me in there to be her servant. I was a part of a realm where the words become images. I had to tell the truth when asked. I was a …”

“Servant? That you are.” Queen Clarity replied. “The King had a witch to assist him. So be away.”

The Queen called on the spell which would enslave the wizard. She knew it from Queen Morgana, who had explained the whole tree concept. The wizard may had been enshrined by the tree, but it needed a vessel to do the interpretations. Meanwhile then, the other wizard become a misty form and then absorb into the tree trunk. Its face appeared on the mirrors which it spoke.

“Queen Clarity, I would have my vengeance on you, just as I found the way to leave this tree before…..” The voice faded and soon nothing. Queen Clarity then asked the mirrors.

“Mirror, mirror on the tree, who am I?”

“The Queen of the lands. And the most pretty of the Queen in the land.”

It was then Snow White barged in. She marched up to her step mother. Her father, the King was in tow.

“I want you to punish the stable hands.” Snow White was into her age of puberty. “Those jerks forgot to saddle the horse for me. I had to wait for them to do it.”

“Hold on there, young Princess. The stable hands had to attend my horse and the other Lords.” King Thaddeus told her. She glared at her King and stormed off. King Thaddeus looked at the Queen.

“Clare” The King called her that in his personal conversation. “She needed some coaching from you. Like a real mother.”

“I do, but she is…” Queen Clarity explained. She had worked on her role, but Snow White was not any young girl. She was a Princess, with a King attitude.

“Do it, Clare.” The King told her. “I got another battle to contend with.”

With that, King Thaddeus walked out of the chamber, leaving the Queen fuming with rage.

“I never said taking care of a child was easy than managing a King.” The appearance of the dwarf named Influence appeared. He continued on.

“You need to be firm like real mothers.” Influence told her. “Nothing any girls would fear more than the wrath of the mother.”

“Or the love of one.” Queen Clarity sighed. She recalled her own young life without a real mother, but a caretaker who coached her. “I was never raised up by mother…..my real mother.”

“I know. But Princess Snow White had one. You are the one.” Influence smiled. He was surprised at himself for giving her good advice for once. He had joined Ego for the friendship they had, but inside him, he was still missed the other heroes of Mirg.

“Ask Mother Hubbard in the village.”

Everyone knew Mother Hubbard; she had over a dozen children.

Preys & Predators II; Chessmen ( Rated Mature readers only ) 1.1

In the new Prey & Predators, I involved in new characters with some kinks in their preference. Its an exploration of the fantasy role playing in the sexual domain, with the gory details of killing. I also introduced in the concept of Chess pieces, as in a murder tale, its all about how we strategies the moves to reach the ultimate piece or victim. With that explained, let's us  pre-qualify again that the tale is for the mature readers, and self censorship would be advised. With that, I would run the reel now on the new tale named Preys & Predators II; Chessmen. 

Jimmy Loong

November 2013

The Chess pieces

Dark Pawn

Sylvia Graden

White Pawn

Micheal Darren

Killer Knight

Billie Diane / Billy Dane

Killer Bishop

Mitch Brennan.

Dark Queen

Mary Ketch

White King

Marlene Phillips.

Dark Pawn

I looked at the wine in the tall glass on the side table. Cabernet Sauvignon, the King of Red Wine Grapes; the wine aged over a decade to allow its taste to mellow. The one I liked was full bodied, and combined well with the pieces of the red meat that I had acquired from the butcher. They are specially marinated for me, and smoked to perfection. It was like my profession, I am the mistress of perfection in my profession. A profession of full bodied perfection both external and internal with the mind focuses on perfection. We managed the mind with its thoughts to release the vibes that would cure all in our body and soul.

I heard the knock and then the door to the private chamber opened. It was my servant; Ms. Alice, she liked to be addressed as that to be closely suited to her role in my world of Wonderland. She was dressed in a simple wrap that was held together by the waist belt.

"Master, the envoy is here." Alice stepped aside to allow the Envoy to step through. He was an elderly man with a body that was once healthy covered with by the short toga and barefooted. Alice stepped back and closed the door after him.

"Envoy, welcome. You can sit over there." I wished the newly arrived person. He did look like a Roman Senator, of the Caesar circa.

Alice proceeded to the wall cabinet and took from it the ropes while the man took the high back chair on the far end. Alice walked over to the man and used the rope to tie him to the chair, leaving his right hand free. She then stepped to stand by the so named Envoy.

I stood up and adjusted the metal cuirass and pulled at the waist belt which hung the short sword known as gladius. I was dressed as the Roman Legionnaire to please the man of his fantasy of self pleasure.

"Envoy, your treacheries are known. You would tell us their names, or we would have your daughter punished."

The Envoy shook his head and then slightly moved his body. He was getting aroused by the act. It was his fantasy and I am reliving it for him.

"You! Come forth here." I called on Alice who was playing the role of the daughter. She stood there with her hands in front of her as if she was covering her modesty. She did not move. I stepped towards her and pulled her by the arm.

"Father, please...." Alice mocked fear but she allowed me to pull her. I moved in behind her and pulled at the long tresses hair behind her with my right hand. With her head pulled back, Alice had her arms raised up to hold her neck.

"Resist and she would suffer." I looked to the Envoy. He squirmed on the chair, but his arousal was seen. He was getting excited by the play. I leaned down and bit Alice on the left shoulder, deep but stopped at drawing blood. I then push my left hand up and grasped her left breast beneath the toga.

"Squeeze her hard." The man on the chair there spoke; it was not part of the script, but he was calling it. His erection was held by with his right hand moving over the top. It was part of his desired script of play which he had paid for. Alice was to be daughter and myself the legionnaire who ravished her.

I moved my left hand over her breasts; both of them, kneading them hard, then moved to step behind her. I released her hair, and used both my hands to knead her. I thrust her forward and bend her body towards the Envoy.

"Tell, or she would suffered more." He only glared at my hands. The bloody bastard loved to do that. I then moved my right hand down to her Alice' crotch and grabbed at the helm of the toga. I moved my fingers there; shaven on his request, and pushed my finger in. Alice shuddered on the intrusion, but I was not stopping there. My left hand grabbed her toga cloth and pulled it hard. The clothing slipped off with parts of it hanging off her lower body. There was nothing sexier than a half clothed lady.

The Envoy was whisking at his penis in increased movements, and then he stopped. He was delaying his orgasm, but he can't hold it long. I pulled at the toga off Alice before pushing her to her knees.

"Suck him." I pushed Alice towards the Envoy groin. "Suck or I would have him killed."

Alice did as I directed. She went down on her task; she pulled and sucked at him. He was pushing at his ropes, while he enjoyed the act. It was then for my part. I rose up my skirting and stepped behind Alice.

"Yes....!" I moaned out while I thrust myself into her from the rear. \

"Grab and fuck her hard." The man called out while his right hand reached out to hold Alice' head on his penis. I did as he wanted; rocking against Alice while he pushed into her. The man soon reached orgasm; a weak one for his sex libido was weak. But one he could pay but one which only money could buy.

He sank back on the chair while the small trickle flowed down his left thigh. I stepped back while Alice untied the man. He got up and walked out the chamber.

"He gagged me." Alice muttered out. "Luckily he held out too short." 

I smiled while I stripped off the legionnaire uniform. I pulled off the phallic strap-on that resembled a real life one, but it served my purpose. I slipped on my simple sundress and placed over the overcoat before carrying my costume bag.

"We got the money. So fuck you." Alice smiled at me while she retrieved the envelope containing the money.

"Money does not buy us everything." I replied. "Now let us get us those which it can't."

I was only the Dark Pawn of the stage which money could buy.

I do anything for the right price.

The Crusaders II The Players Calls 9.4

1.          In the realm of Asgard

Geraldine stepped back one foot and grabbed hold of the extended wrist before she hurl the warrior to the rear of her. She did not stopped there as she rushed forth to leapt pass the second warrior by stepping onto the knee and jumping over. She cleared the head and kicked back with her left leg to pushed her distance over a few metres. She touched the flooring and pushed forward with a run. Her target was the long staff at the end of the yard but she was cut short with a side blow on her shoulder by another warrior who came diagonal to her track.

Geraldine lost her balance but she regain it fast to continue her run. The warrior was running parallel to her but this time she had her strategy work out. She curved in with her right hand reaching out to grasp the warrior by the mane of his long hair and pulled hard. He went down with howling in pain while she went ahead. She reached the staff and pulled it out.

"5 to nil." She shouted out while looking at the seven warriors panting at the yard. "All of you are pathetic."

"Lady Geraldine, we are ....not experts in this game." Thor was trying to cover for his team defeat, but Geraldine was furious. She walked up to the two metres over high blond bulging muscle pony tailed warrior and stared up to his eyes.

"In this war, there are no second tries or five times over attempt. There is only one attempt and you win or lose." Geraldine made her point. "Get into training and do it right this time."

Geraldine walked to the sideline and grabbed a goblet containing water. She gulped it down and saw Lady Sif looking at her. The lady is a Valkyrie; born and bred as a warrior with the beauty adored by many. She was dressed in a tight suit buttoned from neck to the leggings cased in the thick knee high boots. She had on a short jacket to cover her upper body just above her waist belt holding her sword in the scabbard. Her dark hair was free flowing to below her shoulders and despite the lack of any shades, she looked beautiful.

"I like the way you trained the boys. They won't last a battle with me at this rate." Lady Sif smiled at Geraldine. "Come with me. Let me show my warriors."

Geraldine followed her to a set of waiting horses. They rode for a distance before they reached another Hall.

"Welcome to the Hall of Freyja or the Chamber of the Valkyrie.' The entrance to the Hall was adorned with the carvings of a woman warrior on a horse. Lady Sif opened the door of the Hall to admit her guest. Inside the hall like that of the Hall of Judgment, there were no furnitures but its walls were stacked with swords, spears alongside bow with quivers and shields of round and square shapes. There were over a dozen women dressed in armor sparring with their partners.

"Helga, come forth." A buxom lady with a girth that would rivaled many beer barrels stepped forth holding her battle axe. She had donned on a chest armor that covered her treasured milk laden orbs while her arms are encased with metal strips that protect her.

"Helga here is a mother of six child who still awaits her for their dinner. In times like these, she leave it to her elder child to do the household while she defends the realm." Lady Sif introduced her warrior. "All of them are mothers or lovers of the warriors, but in dire times like this, they would come here to armed themselves."

Another one approached the duo and introduced herself.

"I am Elvie, the sister of Jordan who ride with Loki. He was misled in his loyalty but I hold firm to mine. I am here to defend my realm from the misled and may the Gods forgive me, if I have to kill my own brother." Elvie was all dressed in a read dress beneath her armor and wield a short sword. "My skills is archery and none shoots better than me."

Geraldine was to reply when Lady Sif intervened.

"The Valkyrie numbered one thousand over and we can fight alongside the warriors of Odin." The hall cheered to those words. Then there was a knocking on the door. The door was opened to admit a warrior from the Hall of Judgment.

"Odin request the presence of Lady Geraldine now."

"I am sure he would." Geraldine replied. Then she looked over to Lady Sif. "Men are like that; too demanding."

The Dark Queen of White 1.24

24.

The Dwarfs of Mirg were the elite members among the dwarfs; they were reveled for their crafts or skills, but they were not warriors unlike some of the other Clans. During the last war with Queen Helena, the dwarfs fought hard but they were outnumbered. When the truce was called, the dwarfs were almost extinct, with the Mirg Clan took the biggest blow. The Ten Heroes of Mirg was the strongest bastion against the Queen then, and was feared by Man and Ogres. Together they were formidable, but with their group broken down by one third, they lost their edge.

Soon after the death of Queen Morgana, Queen Clarity renewed the war with the dwarfs, and the later went into a deeper retreat into the mines. Her army routed the unlucky ones but the dwarfs went in deeper, and finally Man had to stop the hunt.

“He does not know.” Influence washed his hands of the blood that was sprayed on it. He looked to one of the senior leaders there, and sighed. They were his friends before in a time era when they were part of the Clan.

“Gertrud does not know, the other heroes of Mirg are truly hidden from them too.” Killer remarked back. He still harbor the vengeance on Doc for banishing him. He looked to Greed who was counting the treasures they discovered at the mines. He missed the old home, the heroes including Dopey. He was not a mute then but a well spoken one with the words of wisdom from his mind. Dopey was the strategist in all the planning but the Queen’s tormentors had him tortured to the level where his mind snapped and went mute.

“So you lost the heroes?” Queen Clarity asked out directly with a tone of disappointment.

“I got thousands out there to hunt for them, and you cannot tell me where they are.” Queen Morgana voiced towards the dwarfs. “So what good are you to me then?”

“Your conflict with the Ogres and the Elves, have diminished our relationship with them. They do not extend the same assistance as before, and more to it, they found out that you may be a nemesis that had to contend with in the future.”

“What have I surrounded myself with? Soothsayers and fortune tellers? You were assigned to track down the errant dwarfs, and do it or I may find some else to do it.” Queen Clarity dismissed the dwarfs of her own. It was then Gaerth walked in.

“My Queen, the scouts have nothing to report.” Gaerth had bowed to the Queen and await her reprisal.

“Fool! All of you are fools!” Queen Clarity shouted. She then saw Snow White who had grown to be a young girl with a pretty expression. The young Princess had followed the Queen on her trips, and had found companionship with her.

“Queen Clarity,” Snow White had refused to call her mother despite the Queen’ request, but remained with her ranking. She did however on occasion call her Clare. “I was in the corridor and heard your shout. Are you fine, my Queen?”

Queen Clarity composed herself and excused the guards including Gaerth to speak to Snow White alone. She stepped off her high back throne and approached the Princess. She had hidden her stronger qualities from the Princess and also the King. The later had been kept busy by the Queen with the Picts skirmishes and the regular Lords’ conflicts. Both of these were the works of the Queen with the assistance of the Dwarfs servants.

“How are you today, Snow White?” Queen Clarity hugged her care. “Your King would be back before the new moon.”

“King had not been with me. I would not speak of him now.” Snow White had found her solace with the Queen, who taught her many games. The Queen herself had taught her how to communicate with the animals; from the rabbits to the horses. She also learned how to write and read, and played some musical instruments.

“I was on my way to the stables. Care for a ride?” Snow White asked the Queen. After the ride, both the Queen and Princess stopped at a stream to let the horse rest. They walked along the stream, and have a small picnic there.

“Clare, I was talking to Red….You knew her as Rebecca.” Red was the daughter of the kitchen chef, and the same age as Snow. “She told me that as a lady, we need to be pretty.”

“Am I pretty, Clare?” Snow White blushed on her cheeks when she asked it. She was at the age, when her freckles were disappearing into a clear white complexion.

“Yes, my dear. You are the prettiest girl in the lands.” Queen Clarity replied. “You would grow up to be the prettiest one in the lands, with many suitors who would asked for your hand.”

On that last statement, Snow White blushed deeper and said she would not wed anyone.

“I would only marry the Prince who is both charming and handsome, and ….” Queen Clarity cut in.

“And make you a mother of a dozen children and make your body bloom into a barrel shaped.”

“No!” Snow White raised her tone. “You shall not tell me of this.”

Queen Clarity held back her reply. She had raised the child for some time. Despite her portrayal as the sweet Princess, Snow White had the hard personality of her father. She was head strong on being known as the Princess, not any, but the pretty one. She detested the comments on her freckles and most of all, about the ladies being fat. She felt that beauty was an inherent quality of the ladies and should be retained at all times. She had spent much of her time in improving her vanity display to the others, and expected none to overtake her in any. Red or Rebecca was the daughter of the kitchen chef, whose mother was rounded and robust in build, with the extra helpings of the leftovers, and over cooking. Red however was a thin scrawny girl with the picky food taste. She was like Snow White, lamenting on beauty being her toll to get out of the kitchen and be with a charming man in a large house and lots of servants. Their day dreams had shaped their thoughts on the life, with one blessed by it and the other blessed to have it.

“I am sorry, Snow White.” Queen Clarity told the young Princess. “Look at me. I am as pretty as I was when I wedded the King. You shall be like myself soon, when you are married.”

Snow White smiled and hugged her step mother. They understood each other very well.

Well, not necessary.

Soon after the ride, Queen Clarity reflected on herself. She was the Queen for some time, but in her, emptiness ruled. She harbored the child she had given up, the love of the one man she had loved, and the pretentious life she lived here was killing her inside. She had not affection for the King, but due to obligations, she had surrendered herself to him. She had found that despite his fondness for his Princess, he was not altogether faithful to his Queen. She heard of his tryst with the other noble ladies after their wedding. His thoughts were that he was not obliged to wed any.

But her insecurity, made her looked for other avenue to seek her comfort.

“Mirror, mirror on the tree, who am I?”

“The Queen of the lands. And the pretty of the Queen in the land.”

“Tell me who else would replace me?”

“Lady Carlene of Dune.” The mirrors of Wendell replied. “But not soon. She will fall into the well this evening.”

Queen Clarity smiled to herself.

The Crusaders II The Players Calls 9.3

1.          Back in the deep forest of North West Canada

Clawler walked to the clearing followed by Weir Ulfrednar; he is holding the silver amulet. The other werewolf did not come alone, but with four others. Clawler fingered the amulet and recall the last event that happened two day ago. Their flight to the Philippines was by private jet and back.

"Who is Fenrir?" Clawler came out with the question in his mental communication.

"We do not know. It appeared out of the forest and started taking over the minor clans. Soon it came to my level and we clashed. I lost to the outsider."

"That's why you came to look for me." Clawler looked at the descendant of his enemy who looked away from his glare. "I killed Wilhelm again in the shrine. He is Baal's pet now."

There was no reaction from Weir but he walked to the right of Clawler and hit his right fist against the tree trunk there.

"Weir Ulfrednar, you knew then. You were there with Wilhelm when he fought with me. You are one of the wolves that ran. I should had placed your scent back then but now its all coming back now." Clawler could feel his claws coming out again, but he retracted them. "Tell me what happened since then."

"We found Wilhelm dead body in the bottom of the ravine. It was then another figure appeared; one of the spiritual world. He laid claim to Wilhelm's body and soul. He claims to be able to revive the wolf. We consent to it, but we asked for the amulet, but the figure said no. Its said the amulet belongs to Wilhelm. Later we were to know that the one we spoke to was Baal. He had spirited Wilhelm away and since then I had led the Lycan. I helped to populate it and made us a formidable breed but the blood thirst Vampires came to challenge us to join them. We did not and thus start the generations long war with them. Not until Fenrir was I ever usurp from my position." Weir looked at Clawler and called him by his real name.

"Mons, I cannot fight the pretender alone. You are the braver one. Please do it for the clan." Weir looked at the one he was to killed that day centuries ago.

"Weir, I am not a Lycan. I am a Windingo; we are a breed apart. I did not fight Wilhelm for the leadership; I fought him because he killed my wife and son. I left my Master after he we completed the task, and I went into the forest. I was no more the squire or Darius the boy brought to him by the Priest. I was back to been one of the Tribe. I lived an easy life then until I met the lady who would be my lover. We had a son and lived very happy in the forest. Then you and Wilhelm came and destroyed it all." Clawler spoke for the first time. "I went on this task as my new Mistress is asked to investigate something on the Lycan. This amulet can lead me to find more on the Lycan. Its did and allowed me to ensure the final death of the Lycan who killed my family."

Clawler threw the amulet to Weir.

"Tell your new leader that the Crusaders hunt it. Hide or run, its makes no difference. We would hunt it to Hell if need be."

"One of the Tribes, if you harm any Lycan, then there would be wat between us and you. And also the Windingo." Weir warned the other.

"There was never peace between us before and never would be." Clawler spoke out.

"What about your new family?" Weir threatens the family of wolves he protects. Clawler stares at Weir.

"Cris lose her mate to a tribal fight with another. She is under my protection until the cubs are old enough to fight. Any of you hurts her or the cubs before then would answer to me."

"Mons of the Tribe, you leave us no choice." Weir stepped away from the tree trunk. "We cannot have a rogue clan in this war."

The Dark Queen of White 1.23

23.

Queen Morgana laughed at the meals served on the long table while her host, Queen Clarity seated on the other end of the table smiled. The later had just returned from the battlefield, where King Bannion had succumbed to his injuries.

“You are an amazement, my dear granddaughter.” Queen Morgan picked at the grapes from her plate dished out for her meal. “I am more of a meat eater, and found my diet of greens were the occasional peas or potatoes.”

“I just came back from the battlefield where they served nothing but chunks of meat from their captured animals, eating it with the whiff of burning flesh of the dead on the funeral pyre or the smell of rotting decaying bodies. I think I would stick to some fruits and greens to ease my appetite for a while.”

“Funny, how we view the appetite when confronted by such scenes.” Queen Morgana bite her red grapes and let the red juice sailed down between fingers. She licked at the flowing juice.

“No cherries? I guess that is something we won’t be concerned on.” Queen Morgan laughed. “Lord Falstof was my first, and he was a bull. All charges and no need for any ……”

“Grandmother, I am not keen on your amorous past events.” Queen Clarity took her bite of the persimmon. “I am inviting you here to tell you that the war is over. You may withdraw your army, from my land.”

“I have no need to withdraw them. I am handling it over to you. All of it, and my lands.” Queen Morgana smiled. “I did tell you before that I am dying. I am leaving my position as the Iron Lady, and passing it to you.”

“That simple? I was expecting a more lavish and gaily ceremony with the Lords and great leaders present to see the handover.” Queen Clarity voiced out her cynical remarks. “Isn’t that how it is done when a King abdicate the throne? How did you do it with Queen Helena?”

Queen Morgana lowered her fork and smiled. She recalled on her return from the forest, Queen Helena had called on her to see the Queen. The Queen was furious at her for taking that risk.

“Do you know the risk of the dark forest?” Queen Helena shouted at the younger lady but the later moved aside to show her the latest acquisition.

“Why did you bring the dwarfs? I know him. He is Ego.” Queen Helena took up her defense and called on the personal guards. The chamber which the Queen had met Lady Morgana then, was filled up with a dozen guards armed with spears.

“Hold your position.” Lady Morgana then cautioned her guests, and then glared at the guards. “They are here as my guests. They are not a threat. I repeat they are not a threat.”

“Queen Helena, it is my honor to meet you. You had given us a good fight.” Ego saluted the Queen. “We lost some good friends, but that all is the past now.”

“I would be damned with your friends.” Queen Helena told the dwarf off. “Your intervention into my affairs caused me to fight you and lost some good allies too.”

“Anyway, we are here on the invitation of Lady Morgana.” Ego replied. “Good bve then.”

“Hold on there.” Lady Morgana intervened in. She looked to the Queen.

“They can be our allies. They just broke ranks with their own.” Lady Morgana continued on. “They are offering to help me for the rewards of some gold.”

“Gold? I should had known that.” Queen Helena smiled. She dismissed the guards and got to know the dwarfs. Six seasons later, Queen Helena died in her sleep. She was not able to tell anyone how she died, but if they only knew, the three dwarfs would be executed. Upon the death of Queen Helena, the lands that belonged to her was given to Lady Morgana. Soon after, Lady Morgana had wedded Lord Falstof. It was a lavish wedding with many Lords in attendance like in her protégé, Queen Clarity.

“So, now that you are dying, you made me the next Iron Lady?” Queen Clarity raised a thought on that. “And leaving me your servants.”

The Queen motioned to the three dwarfs seated on the smaller table at the side, holding their own feast on the golden plates and mugs.

“The dwarfs joined me and changed their nicknames to reflect their …innermost characters; Greed, Influence and Killer. Ego had chosen Killer as he had killed more than a dozen targets for me.”

Ego had become Killer, Hiccup was Greed; as he does hiccup when in front of the ore, and Eirie became Influence; hid methods was questionable but the victims always speaks the truth sooner or later.

“They had been good companions; served their purposes, and now I am sending them over to you.” Queen Morgan looked to the three dwarfs. “Look after the new Queen as you did for me.”

Queen Clarity smiled and then asked them a cynical question.

“Do you still fear the Mirg Clan?” Queen Clarity asked.

Killer reacted with a spell of fire which he hurled at her, but the Queen Clarity had learned a lot from the old Queen. She had a spell of shield to protect her from the fire. She then hurled from her side, the spell of the icy stakes condensed from the water in the pitcher nearby. Greed had fashioned up a shield of converting the icy stakes into gold flakes.

“You are good, Queen Clarity but you would not last a day with the dwarfs from Mirg.” Influence told her. “Doc or Happy could have you wiped out easily. Or even Sneezy with his pollen spells.”

“So tell me, Influence, how could I even the odds?” Queen Clarity asked back.

"The mirrors of Wendell never lied.” Influence replied. It was also an indication that the mirrors were used for than soothsaying.

The Crusaders II The Players Calls 9.2

1.          The Pharoah Pyramids, Egypt

There was a chamber below the main chambers; a chamber hidden from the prying eyes of the unauthorized\, even during the days of its building. Only a select few knew and then the labors who build were killed after its completion. Their remains are kept inside the chamber; their inner parts removed and stored into jars while the cavities are stuffed and the body covered with clay.

After over twenty over centuries, the chamber breathes in the exhaled air of living beings; only one but they group numbered fourteen. The other thirteen are dead beings brought to life with the magic stored by Nephthys. The group are dressed in a long dark frock with the hood covering their head. One of the group carried a small jar which he held delicately in his hands. They walked to the center of the chamber where a long marble slab lies there supported by two shorter vertical slabs of the same marble materials. Besides the marble table, the chamber was circular in design with only the doorway that admit the group. The chamber ceiling was build up high and in a concave with the designs of ancients cryptology symbols on it. There are actually six; Egyptian, Sumerian, Runes, Greeks, Mayan, and an unknown language.

The one carrying the jar place it on the marble slab. Then he stepped back to join the other twelve in forming a perimeter over the slab. The last member of the group did not join to form the perimeters but she stepped up to the marble slab. She took the jar and opened the cover. She then poured the content on the marble slab in the shape of a person with the round shape representing the head. She then pulled back her hood and retrieved a scroll from inside her frock. There were some writings on the scroll which she was reading from. She start reading from the scroll, and the contents on the marble slab start to spread themselves to form a figure of a person.

"Welcome back my love." Nephthys spoke to her husband who just woke up from the long sleep he had. "Get him a cloak'

Tweet..Tweet....I be darned...01/03

It all started with a group of us having lunch, and then one of us mentioned that abandoned houses attracts spirits. I laughed and told him, that's bullshit. It was then, someone spilled the drink on me. We laughed while I made the remark; "I would withdraw my statement."

What a weird day. But the best was the night itself.

I was penning the finale of Prey & Predators, and came to a standstill on the final confrontation. I then took to my sleep to avoid a burnout for the next day. Then its got more weird.

I had a dream on the tale. Kidding? Nay, its the true. It was mapping me a new conclusion and bits to add to the tale. I got up and penned down all I could recalled ( dreams runs on RAM and not copied to the HDD ), besides running for the bathroom. Pardon the last part, that is the norm for those of us who are at my age. No, Marilyn was not there. Nor was she the cause.

So here I am penning some new paras and changing the ending while watching NCIS LA Season 5. I would avoid Supernatural for now, as that might get me more weird....

Cheers

P.S. What are the changes? It was SEX. I added in more passages of those......hahahaha... or should it be grunt...grunt....

The Crusaders II The Players Calls 9.1

The players calls

1.          Washington DC

Kruger threw his jacket on the bed when Miles opened the room door at their hotel. Miles followed in and stopped just like Kruger. There was a guest sitting on their settee in the room drinking their wine and watching the pay per view movie.

"Hello, Ricken," Miles surprised the priest; sitting there dressed in his frock and white collar. "I wondered how you get in."

"God works in a mysterious way." The priest replied to Miles. "I was advised that you did a neat job for the Army."

"Father Ricken, you sounded cynical. Major Chapman told me that your superior sanction the task." Kruger took the wine bottle and finished it in two gulps.

"I hoped you know that lying to the priest is a sin." Father Ricken tried to be religious with the man. "But we know the Army can be very persuasive."

"You are here to find out what they have, and you went with them to fight a battle in their version of Hell." The priest explained to them. "Yup, that version of Hell is in the wrong dimension. The Army just brought in some from there but you stopped them prematurely. Boys, you see the Army does not care how many spirits slip through as long as they get their ores."

"So you knew? Why didn't you report to the papers or even to the local Senator?" Miles asked while he at himself on the settee.

"Because no one listen to us. Major Chapman works for us. He is our insider here. There no insiders in the Vatican, or none that we know." The priest took his glass of wine. "Chapman took you over there without the General knowing. He arranged for both of you to over to assist him in destroying the gates. You done it well."

"So why did they let us go? They could had just sent us to the gallows. Or that Bay prison." Miles exploded up.

"Because with the gates destroyed, we managed to get to see the President." The priest smiled. "The General works for us now."

"Father, you are lying and I can't proof it." Miles remarked back and walked off to his room. "I am going to sleep now."

Kruger followed suit leaving the priest alone in the living area. He picked up the portable from his frock and called the number.

"They are ready for the next stage."