Subject: [Dagger] [Porc] The memoirs of the Chosen One Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 01:50:08 -0400 From: "Jim Davis" To: "Dagger List" Hello all! I am back (How you ever got along without me, I'll never know!) and am back to writing.... for a few days at least. School starts soon for me as well. Oh yeah. In some ways, the content following may be considered mature, so do not say I gave you no warning! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ As I floated up the stair case to the deck, Krystalas following close on my cloak, I saw Mea perched out on the prow of the ship, letting the sea spray her in the face. Using a simple gesture, I sent Krystalas off to talk to Mea, to discuss the differences of worship between Kali and Julianos. I went back down, the memory of Julianos' damned curse still flitting past my mind. I smiled, as the only beings in the entirity of the multiverse who remember everything clearly was Kali and myself. As I lay on my bed, Catris no where to be found, I thought of the time I spent in the company of the Dark Sidhe royalty. They lived in their underground cities and adopted a tenet of matriarchy after K'kriq had set it as so. So vividly do I remember the blackness, so absolute, so sure. No daily cycles, no times of hassle, just a white skinned little High Sidhe page, lost in a sea of stygian chaos. I was lucky though. The nursemaid assigned to me at birth, Alexstrasia, was close by my side, guiding me through the dark streets. We came to the palace and entered. Standing outside the court room, I pushed inside, unannounced, and made my way to the pedestal. I slowed my pace as I saw her. Her exotic beauty made my twin hearts send out fiery tendrils into my limbs, inciting the passion of lust within my adolescent body. As I grew nearer, the fires turned to the stuff of ice daedra in my veins. Though beautiful, her eyes held no warmth, not one speck of compassion. She glared at me and I thought my hearts would freeze, I would topple and shatter into a thousand pieces, just as the statues I practice my ice-based spells on did. No, I remained standing. I knelt down and kissed her hand. She flicked her wrist. As her hand struck my chin, I felt the tingle of magic as she increased her strength tenfold. The force of her long thin fingers hitting me was akin to an upward blow from a warhammer. I landed on my rear end, fires brewing behind my eyes, a corona of purple light suffusing my hands. If it was a fight she wished, a fight she would have! "Who are you to violate the sanctity of my private chamber?!?" she yelled, her voice amplified by magic. Growling, unaccustomed to such brutality in women, I stood up and amplified my own voice till I could crush granite to powder by sheer force. "I am Lord Jemalas Tamislane, page-High Lord and Chosen One of Kali!" I yelled at her, watching a fine network of cracks spread across her crystal throne. At the mention of my surname, her demeanor changed entirely. She was on her knees, hugging my leg, changing from kissing my hand and pleading for forgiveness. Now, I had seen almost a millenia and a half come and go, but I knew this woman was almost nine thousand years my elder. I bade her to stand, telling her that Scorcher would strike her down if she did not comply. I remember the conversation vividly, me telling her of how I was sent to learn of the Dark Sidhe culture and how I was to act as a Dark Sidhe in all respects. After spending several years in the house, slipping around unnoticed, Queen Satite'ee arranged for me to attend a service of passing in the chapel of K'kriq. I was unsure of how that would go over with Kali and Elasias, but I knew they would understand. I went up to my room, having been told that the appropriate attire had been laid out on my bed. When I got up there, I saw that the "proper" attire for males attending such ceremonies was little more than a loincloth. Being only about 1500, I did not possess the urges for sex that consume Sidhe that are past the two millenia mark. Several hours later, feeling incredibly self-conscious and exposed, I stepped out of the room, padding off quietly to find the Queen, my escort to the house chapel. When I found her, I realized that the Dark Sidhe fixation with the carnal passtimes is just as strong as the High Sidhe's. She was covered only by a long robe, not even bothering to close the front. We stepped through the chamber doors. As the guest of honor, I approached the altar, a raised platform in the center of the circular room. As I stepped up, I saw the high Priestess of K'kriq standing on the other side, her only covering the marble slab between us. Closing my eyes, embarassed mostly, I also used the lack of distractions to call upon an innate power. I absorbed the magic she gave off and could tell she was almost five thousand years old. How deceiving we Sidhe can be. She was almost 5000, yet she looked no more than twenty by human reckoning of aging. Her lavender eyes glancing up at me, she smiled. With that, opaque walls blasted into being, blocking all view of the altar. I smiled back, chuckling nervously. The only female I had ever been this close to while unclad was Alexstrasia, and she was my nursemaid. The priestess moved around the altar quickly, allowing me my first full view of her. She stepped up to me and slid her hand down my stomach and into my loin cloth. "I see my appearance is appeasing to even the eye of a High Sidhe," she said, smiling. Her other hand moved to the knot holding the diaphonous cloth on me. "Wait," I said, holding her hands still. "I must warn you." She looked at me with a puzzled look, then recognition flooded her face. "Fear not, Chosen One, for I will be gentle." In retrospect, I was so naive! "Gentle in what?" I asked, wholly not knowing of what she meant. She withdrew her hands, pulling the loincloth away from me. She moved close to me, fitting her body against mine. "We shall see just what I can teach you, Chosen One." Needless to say, the High Priestess of the ruling house of the Dark Sidhe taught me things my 700 years in academies had never even touched. Sure, I learned anatomy in my first year of schooling, but it is entirely different. Imagine knowing all the vocabulary of the Sidhian language, but none of the grammar or usage. Well, the priestess, whose name I will not divulge, taught me many things. Smiling at the memory, I awoke from my pleasent dreams and went off to find my apprentice, wondering what she and Mea had been talking of. I only hoped they had some plan of action, as the tedium of the ship was wearing thin on me. ~Lord Jemalas Tamislane, Master Dweomerkeeper, Ruler of Kalisis, High Lord of Thornwood jrdavis@penn.com ICQ- 16848203