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Avalon Publication (October 2002)
The Birth of the Felves
The master of the Masque Ball, otherwise known as Coraban felt particuliarly bored today. Now, we already know that is not a good sign. Coraban thought of his greatest failure and he wanted to be thought of the greatest master mind this world has seen. So he thought of his greatest achievement. He thought back to his best pranks, his best tricks, and thought of one in particuliar. He had created a race by simply making people give in to their own desire. If it worked once, it could work again for after all, mortals are stupid. He thought of where in the world there would be someone who can fall for this. In there, in the deep depths of his mind, he found it. That was the King of the Felves, Crissander. An idea began to form and develop in his head. He needed a mother figure to carry out his diabolical plan. Who could he get to create a race with him? Then it hit him. Why the Goddess of Woe would do nicely. Now ladies and gentleman, the fun begins. He turned to his enchanted mirrors. “Mirror, Mirror on the wall, show me the darkest girl of them all.” An image appeared in his mirror. A woman stood in all black wearing a commoner’s dress as if they were dressed for a funeral. She wore a black veil over her face and her entire body pulsed of negative energy. “You know darling, you are the only person I have ever seen to mourn their own death.”
“To say I am mourning my own death dearest, dearest Coraban you are simply jealous for the fact that you know you will experience the same thing. So what do you want besdies teasing me?”
“I was wondering if you like to, how to say this best, I was wondering if you like to partake in a little experiment?” She looked at him warily. “What kind of experiment?”
“The best kind, the type that benefit me.” She considered his proposal. “Hmm, what would I have to do?”
“Fall in love.” replied the darker than ever god simply.
“So you want me to fall in love with someone I don’t know.”
No, I want you to pretend to fall in love. There is a difference.”
“So you want me to be a slut?”
“No I don’t want you to be a slut. I want you to be a gesha. I want you to deceive one particuliar person and then I want you to sleep with the poor man but only after making him beg for it. You probably wondering what you mean by beg for it. You see I in mind to create a new race and I don’t want it to look like rape or a mind game. I want it to look completely natural. That way no one can trace it back to me. Furthermore, I will denounce any knowledge I have of you if you screw up or backstabbing me.”
“Fine I will do it. It isn’t like I have anything else better to do.” The woman turned and faded from view of the mirror off to Crissander’s place.
Inside the palace, in the king’s private chambers, a man with sun blonde hair and blue eyes sat. He appeared to be about six feet tall with a slim build. He appeared to be in a melancholy mood. It seemed to be getting worse by the decade. You see, he was truly one of a kind. He was a Felf for his father was an elf and his mother a fairy. He didn’t fit into either race even though he ruled both. He took a deep sigh. He swung his feet to one side of the bed so that they touched the floor. He felt an indent in the bed and felt warm lips nibbling on the back his neck and a series of erotic moans and a melodic, melancholy, seductive voice whisper “Love me.” The boy turned around to face a woman who looked very much like one of his species. The woman had long black hair, big breasts, nice butt, the perfect female body; so nice and seductive. The perfect woman he would want to have children with. She wore an fancy, long, forest green dress with forest green panties and no bra. Growing from her back were the golden wings all Felves had. Why the wings didn’t disappear while she was in full height, he didn’t know or care right now.
“How did you get in here?”
“Is that the first question you would ask a beautiful young lady like me? One can not help to find their destined true love.” He looked her up and down and in between. She smiled one of her best smiles. “I must have had way too much wine with dinner for you must be a dream.” She smiled at him again and inside her head thought Men are such fools. She batted her eyelashes at him. “Are you sure you want to know if this is a dream or not for you will wake up and leave me all alone with my virgin Felf body and I don’t know what I do with myself.” She lifted her middle finger and sucked on it kinkly. He looked at her again and his eyes grew as round as saucers.
“Uh...Uh....Who are you?”
“I am your dream. I am your destiny. Call me what you want master. I am yours.” She laid her head down on his lap very suggestively. “So what would you like me to do what now?” As she pawed on his pants begging for food. He looked down at her and blushed. For some reason, he could not get the words out as he tried but not one syllable escaped his lips. She looked up at him. “You know we are the only two of our species. Since I am a more powerful version of our species, I have the power to grant wishes. If you can have anything in the world, what woulkd it be?”
“I don’t want to be the only one of my kind. I want others of my race so that I can lead them to greatness and a queen to share in my rule with perhaps an heir to carry on my legacy.”
“Then I shall grant this.” She smiled with the most vindictive smile you ever seen.
“HOW?”
“Simple, I am one. You screw my brains out, you marry me, give the titles to your lands and I will lead your people into great power. I will give them a great destiny. I will give you your wish.” He looked at her stunned. “If you want I can say it properly but I don’t think you find that fun, now would you?” Crissander broke out of his shock and tried to clear his head. “I am sorry, I can not do such ungentlemanly things with a lady I first met.”
“If you trying to be kind to me, what do you want to know? I am the only one of your species.”
“I want to know where you came from? I thought I was the only Felf. I been the only one for two centuries.”
“I come from your desire. I derive from your passion. I was born out of your wish to make a better world for your people.”
“My desire? What do you know about my desire?”
“When you desire something for a long time, the Fates do take notice.”
The Fates?”
“The spirits, gods, whatever you call it. We are destined for each other. Accept your destiny, become one with me.”
Meanwhile, Coraban sat watching this on his television screen. A bowl of popcorn sat in front of him as he watched. “These are the days of our stupidity.”
Meanwhile back in the palace, Crrisander sat with what he thought was one of his kind. The poor fool never knew what hit him. “Um, I never done THIS before.”
“It is really easy. It’s take all of those things called morals and you flush them down the toilet and you give into your ultimate desire.” Crissander looked into those beautiful green eyes. He sighed a happy, joyous sigh. “OK.”
To say that the girl was estatic was an understatement. She kissed him deeply. She then statrted to lick his neck, cooling it, prepping it for what was almost inevitable. Before he realized what was happening, her teeth drove into his neck but there was no scream to be heard but rather a cry of ecstasy. The pain diminshed as quickly as it came. He felt calm, relaxed, and thought to himself Dear gods, this is the best I felt in my entire life. Why should I fight this? Why have I been fighting this? I will not fight this and give into this sweet symphony of desire. Then as he snapped out of it, she was already getting dressed. The words that came out of her mouth were “I’m sorry you went out there for a moment but I did everything that was expected. I have your child and we have bonded in ways that you can’t comprehend. Know that your wish is granted. Know that for simply doing this, when this child is born others like him will follow. For he will not be locked away in a castle. In fact, why do we live in a castle? Masonary is the work of man not of gods. Why settle for anything less than perfect? I shall return in five days and we shall build a new era. You may call me Musea.” She stepped forward and kissed Crissander full on the lips. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her perfume. When the kiss ended, he opened his eyes to find the beautiful woman had disappeared.
The goddess of Vengence and Woe returned to Coraban’s lair and handed the MAster of the Masquarade Ball the DNA she had collected from the wimpy elf prince. The data was on a silver, circular disk.
The dark god smiled, “Thank you very much. Now if you excuse me, I have a race to create.” He fiddled with a few switched and a doorway appeared. He opened the door and descended into darkness. From down below, screams were heard, which was led to believe, there was some sort of laboratory down there.
Meanwhile, while waiting for her children to generate, she occupied herself with......herself. When the children have been born, she hugged them and Coraban said something to her that couldn’t quite be made out. Coraban tried to take her children away. However, she moved too quick for him and pulled out her M16 and fired. He dodged the move and threw a lightening bolt at her which she easily dodged. “What are you doing?” he asked. In answer to his question, she hit him over the head with the butt of her M16, knocking him unconscious. She gathered her children around her and left the lair without a further word.
She next appeared in front of Crissander’s castle in the forest green dress she had worn when she first entered the prince’s bedroom. She left her children outside at the door. Crissander had walked into his royal chambers to witness his maid having sweet love with Musea. “This is your reward for all your loyal services in my future husband’s eyes.” Exccept he did not understand this, for this was all said in French. Cridssander looked at them in utter and total shock and dumbfoundedness. “What... are.. you...doing and...why....are you....here?”
She turned to him, “I’m rewarding your servant and as to the second part, look outside.” He ran to the window and looked down facing the gate to see the entire race of Felves standing there. The race made up of women, men and children, some young, some old. He truned around slowly to face her, her expression changed from shock to confusion. “What? Why? How?” She put her arm around him. “Your race.” as she made a gesture with her hand. She scratched her head. “As to why, well I love you silly, that’s why. How? I have a small confession to make.” He looked at her warily as afraid of the answer to come. “You see, I am really not one of the Felves. I, myself, can be whatever I want.” She leaned towards him and whispered in his ear. “Althougfh I love you very much, you would have never married me if you knew what I was.”
“What are you?”
“The Goddess of Woe.”
The prince felt a sudden chill as the temperature of the room dropped ten degrees. He looked at her and tried to say something but all he could do was just move his lips open and closes. She looked up at him with her true eyes. Her eyes were like that of a galaxy being born. Her eyes looked like a sun ready to supernova but never pinaclely. Realization finally sunk in of what and who she really was. He made a deal with Satan’s spawn and now he had to live with it. The time to take responsibility has come. He couldn’t change the past but he could do something about the future. “Get out and don’t come back!” he shouted at the demon spawn.
She smiled a sweet and evil grin. “You think you can get rid of me? I own your soul. The contract is final and there is nothing you can do about it. I know when I am not wanted but remember this, I will be back and the horror will start.” She gave him a long, lust-filled french kiss and then departed.
After the goddess left, Crissander was in a state of confusion. What was he to do with this new race? The first thought that came to him was: Lead them of course. You are the king and they need a ruler. The time has come to step up and be a king, not a weakling. He stepped up to the challenge, built a kingdom of tree dwellings. For after all, elves and fairies natural habitat were trees. Crissander was no longer lonely for now he had his people to rule.