Message-ID: <22617asstr$949576201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: MelLin6695@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <37.dcc508.25ca5892@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id XAA18685 Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Sword - Part 2 of 3 Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2000 06:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, apuleius, newsman Sword Part 2 All rights reserves as noted in Part 1 Continuation from Part 1 Waldo The man turns in his chair and faces the fire as his teeth tightly clinch the old pipe that he's holding in his mouth. Daphne's voice is very soft as she again picks up the story from her choked-up husband. "……your grandfather went outside where the priest was waiting for him. They didn't have to wait long before a low growl came from within the cabin, then the cabin door opened. A big black bear came out of the cabin. Your Grandfather called out your grandmother's name and the huge bear rose to its feet as it growled a menacing growl and prepared to charge your grandfather. That's when the priest fired the bow. The arrow was twice the size of a normal arrow and it pierced the huge bear's chest. That arrow killed the dangerous bear. Your grandfather rushed into the cabin to try to find Nana but came out sobbing because the cabin was empty as he suspected it would be. When he came back out, the priest was saying a prayer over the dead body of your Nana with the huge arrow through her chest. When the great bear was dead, it changed back into her. The next morning, they buried your Nana." Artemis squirms in his chair and suddenly leans forward, staring into the fire. His voice is low because he's having a hard time talking as all of the suppressed memories of his mother's death are recalled. "I was very angry at my father for keeping me locked away so that I wouldn't get hurt nor interfere with his plan to destroy the evil creature that used to be my mother. Maybe if I could have been there with him, I could have saved…….." Daphne rises quickly and rushes to stand beside her husband, burying his head against her breast to sooth his pain. She strokes his head while whispering to him. "Maybe this isn't a good idea to tell him now." He grabs her hand, squeezing it as he puts a strong arm around her slender waist. Tears are openly streaming down his face as he turns to face his son. "It hurts to remember that day. I was very angry at being imprisoned. Then when they finally turned me loose, they told me that my mother was dead. Then they told me how my mother was transformed into the wild animal by the witch's evil magic and that they had to kill my mother to end the creatures' nightly deadly rampages. I didn't understand how it could have happened. I only knew that my mother was dead and that my father and the priest had killed her. It wasn't until later that mid-morning when I was standing beside her grave that I finally understood. I looked up from the small grave to see the evil witch standing on the hill overlooking the gravesite and I could tell that she was laughing at my pain. I ran to catch up with her to kill her with my bare hands but when I got to where she had been standing on the hill, she was gone. Gone as if she had never been there. I knew then that my father had told the truth. For three long days, I searched the valley looking for that old witch, knowing that I was going to either kill her with my only weapon, a pitchfork or die trying. All around me, other people were mysteriously dying from attacks by strange animals during the middle of the night. My father organized the village people into teams to protect each other. When I finally returned home, it was only because I was so totally exhausted that I couldn't go another step. That's when my father told me that Hercules was on the way to save us. That someone had gone to get him." Daphne returns to her chair and resumes unbraiding her hair as they both listen to Artemis' words. "I was eager to find and kill the witch. My father kept reminding me that I was a farmer and that I didn't have the skills to fight her. He kept telling me that I must wait but I was hot-blooded and wanted nothing more than the right to avenge my mother's death. That's when my father said something that I would never forget. He told me that I must honor her memory by protecting the living. That I must rush to my betrothed's side and protect her until Hercules could rid us of the evil witch. Until that moment I had forgotten that my betrothed was also in danger, so great was my agony and pain over my mother's death. So I went to Morrigan's father's place, only to discover that her parents were dead and that she was missing. For a week, I didn't sleep or eat or rest as I scoured the countryside looking for her. It was as if a hole opened up and swallowed my beloved. I returned home again only to discover that my father had been murdered just that same night that I came back. His body was still warm when I found him within his wrecked cabin. His body was slashed open by the claws of a large tiger. I burned the cabin to the ground, letting its wood create a funeral pyre that I would never forget. I vowed to never rest until I avenged my parent's death." The father stares hard at his son, to see if his son understands his anger. Seeing a tear ooze down the young man's cheek, the father knows that his son understands and is man enough to hear the rest of the story. Leaning back in his chair, he uses the toe of his boot to nudge a piece of wood a little further into the fireplace, stirring a sparkly mass within the fireplace for a couple of seconds. Holding his pipe tightly clinched between his teeth, he whispers, "That's when Hercules and Iolaus walked into town. Two men who were real heroes." Daphne giggles a little, as she picks up the story. Her voice is very up tempo as if she's trying to make every smile on her pretty face wipe away the hurt look from their faces and to turn the story from a tragedy into a positive memory. "This village had never seen anyone like those two men. Hercules was everything that his legend leads you to believe. Big, strong, rugged, kind, handsome and fearless. And Iolaus…., well let me just say that he was just as rugged, handsome and fearless. The small blonde-haired man wasn't as tall or strong as the raven-haired Hercules but he was just as much a total man as his taller good friend. Iolaus was a small man in stature but a giant in helping those who needed help. " "Aye, just one look at Hercules and I knew that he was a man that I could trust to lead me into battle. I told him about my parents and about how I couldn't find any trace of Morrigan. There was a sense of strength and goodness that constantly radiated from him. Even though he was unarmed, I knew from the look in his eyes that he wouldn't rest until our village was safe." "What did you think of Iolaus?" Artemis looks at his wife's grinning face as he thinks about her question but there isn't any hesitation in his answer. "I could tell that Iolaus was someone that I also wanted to have standing beside me as my best friend. Where Hercules was half man, half god, Iolaus was the most perfect mortal that ever walked this earth." She laughs as she jumps up to stir the stew cooking in the large pot. "No, silly, I want you to tell me if you thought that he was handsome." Looking at his wife as if they are the only ones in the cabin, his mouth forms a big grin as if they are sharing a private joke. "He was the most handsome man in the world." She giggles as she sits back in her chair and resumes unbraiding her long golden hair. "So tell Jason about how you followed Hercules." "Hercules didn't want me to come along. He told me that I was too involved and would probably make a stupid mistake at a crucial time. I followed him out of the village and wouldn't turn back. Finally Hercules gave in and let me accompany him. For a day, we followed various trails, with each trail leading us closer and closer to the rumored cave where the evil witch was supposed to be living. That first night, we built a big fire and took turns standing watch. That's when I saw Morrigan for the first time since her disappearance. It was my time to stand guard while they slept and I looked up to see her standing just beyond the firelight. I could see enough of her to know that it was her that I was seeing. But when I called out her name, she turned and ran into the darkness away from me. I ran after her but as I ran by where Iolaus was sleeping, he grabbed my leg and tripped me. I fell on my face and by the time that I looked up, Morrigan had disappeared into the darkness again. I was angry at Iolaus for causing me to loose my beloved again." The mother laughs as if her husband's description is funny instead of deadly serious. "Tell Jason what you said to Iolaus, only leave out the curse words." "I promised him that if he ever touched me again, that he was a dead man. But a second after making the promise to thrash Iolaus, I was about to run into the darkness after Morrigan when Hercules' huge right hand grabbed my tunic. The big man said that it was a trap and that none of us were going to venture from the safety of the fire. No matter what I said or tried to do, the super strong man wouldn't let me go until I finally rationalized that he was correct. I didn't know it then but he saved my life. The next morning, he showed me her footsteps that changed into a tiger's footprint. Three feet from where I saw her fade into the darkness, she turned into a wild animal that was probably waiting for one of us to come after her. I didn't know it but suspected that because I hadn't found her, that something had also happened to her. Just as it happened to my mother, so had my beloved become one of the evil witch's disciples." The smiles fade from both adult's faces and the mother leans back in her chair, shutting her eyes as if she was recalling old memories. Artemis stares into the fire as he recalls that night. "She was a monster by night and herself in daylight. She was totally controlled by the witch. When we finally found the cave, Hercules tried to get me to wait outside but I wouldn't do it. So he asked Iolaus to look after me." Pausing to look at his wife whose eyes are tightly shut, Artemis rises slowly to his feet. Hearing the creak of his chair, Daphne opens her eyes and watches her husband reach toward the sword mounted above the fireplace. He pulls the sword out of the scabbard and holds it reverently in his hands while whispering. "This is the sword that Iolaus was carrying that day. It's a small sword but Iolaus was a small man. It was ideally suited for his size. In his hands, it was a flickering blade that could cut a normal man to ribbons. He pulled his sword out and told me to stay close to him. I held my pitchfork tightly in my hands and told him to not come between Morrigan and me again. Although I knew that Hercules was right about her possession by the evil witch, I still had to see it for myself." Jason rises slowly to his feet and holds out his hand while staring at the sword that he's always been forbidden to touch. "Can I hold it?" Passing the sword gently to his son, Artemis' next words are standard fatherly type caution advice. "Be careful. It's sharp. Use both hands. Don't point it at your mother." Seeing the worried look on Daphne's face as her small son struggles to hold the blade out from his body, Artemis takes the sword back and puts it back into the place of honor above the fireplace. Sitting back down in his chair, he continues his story. "In the cave, we found three or four wild animals waiting for us. Oh, they weren't real wild animals but were transformed humans. As Hercules used his bare hands and Iolaus used his sword to protect us from their fierce attacks, I saw the dying animals transform back into humans that I knew. One minute it would be a wolf attacking us and as soon as it received a fatal blow from Hercules hand or Iolaus' sword, it instantly transformed back into a human. Never had I seen such power as the witch possessed. She could transform not only the person's body but also their soul so that they totally became the wild thing that they were transformed into. It wasn't my friends that were attacking us but wild creatures who thought and acted like the dangerous animals whose shape they wore." Daphne leans forward in her chair and stares in her son's eyes as if she wants to make sure that the lad clearly understands what he's being told. "Jason, your father is correct in his description. The evil witch could cast a spell to turn someone completely into something else. Something that was very physically and mentally different from their normal self. Whatever they were transformed into by her magic, they would totally become that creature. If they were converted into a…….. into a wolf for example, they would not only act like a wolf but would think like a savage wolf thinks. Just as Nana was transformed into a great bear, so were other people changed into whatever the witch wanted them to be to suit her evil purposes. Depending upon the particular spell cast, some people were permanently transformed while others would switch back and forth from their normal body into their transformed body at sunset or within the darkness of a cave. The permanently changed people were the luckiest because their minds would never think about the old memories again and the ……" "Now mother, I'm sure that he understands." Daphne blinks her long eyelashes and breaks eye contact with Jason as she gently bites her lip as if she has something else that she has to say. Leaning back in her chair, she takes a deep breath as if she hadn't been breathing while she was talking. After a moment, her smile to Artemis is a signal for him to continue his story. "Then we came to where Morrigan was waiting for us. Although Hercules stepped forward to do battle with her, I stepped in front of him and claimed the right. I was determined that if anyone were going to have to kill my betrothed, that it would be me. As I stepped forward, I could see from the corner of my eye that the golden-haired Iolaus had moved to stand by my side. I told him to back off but he laughed that Hercules had sworn him to protect me. I turned to do battle with the pucky small man to prove my right to face Morrigan and Iolaus surprised me. He handed me his sword as he stepped back, giving me the right to encounter my transformed beloved. I didn't take the sword at first and was startled when Iolaus said 'Take it. Your wooden pitchfork won't protect you from real danger. You need a sharp sword.' So I took the sword from him and gave him my pitchfork." Holding his hand up in the air as if he's welding the sword, his eyes are glaring as he recalls every second of that battle. His voice is full of anger and passion. "I turned to face Morrigan who was waiting back in the shadows for me to come closer to her. As I approached her, she came out of the shadows so that I could clearly see her. Only it was a Morrigan that I had never seen before. She was totally naked. Her tall body was glistening with sweat as if she was straining every muscle of her body. Her eyes were gleaming with a wild animal's passion. Her naked body was caked with dirt as if she had been lying naked on a dusty floor. I'll never forget the way she looked standing there with her long legs spread wide in a battle stance, the dim torch light illuminating the curves of her body, her naked large breasts gleaming like two large watermelo…" "Now Artemis, Jason is only ten years old." Daphne's rushed words remind her husband not to get too explicit with the details. Frowning because of her motherly guidance, the father makes that simple motion of cupping two imaginary large breasts on his own chest that all men understand. When the boy blushes because Jason clearly understands his father's not-so-secret joke about the apparent size of the transformed woman's breasts, Artemis boastfully continues his tale as if he's in the midst of a tavern talking to his male friends. "So I stepped forward and demanded that she surrender. She laughed at me only it wasn't a laugh. It was more of a growl. Then she took a step toward me and as she moved closer to me, she seemed to fall. Only by the time her hands touched the ground, her hands had turned into massive paws. And her whole body had transformed into a huge tiger. I was transfixed, unable to move or to use the sword to protect me. With my own eyes, I was seeing the unbelievable power of the witch to transform someone into something totally different. A second later, she attacked me." Artemis points at his left shoulder and the boastful sound is gone, replaced by a tone that adds pain to his soft words. "You've seen the nasty scars on my back and asked me several times about them. Now it's time for me to tell you how I got those scars. I was paralyzed and stood there holding the sword out as my transformed betrothed attacked me. With one swipe of her large claws, she knocked me to the ground, ripping that large wound on my shoulder. As she bent over my prone body to crush my helpless skull in her large tiger mouth, Hercules leaped through the air and landed on her back. His speed and daring saved me from having my skull crushed by her sharp tiger teeth. They rolled away from me, giving me time to jump to my feet. I was bleeding from my many cuts from where her claws raked me but I still had the sword in my right hand. I ran toward where Hercules was on his back with his strong legs and arms wrapped around the deadly beast, trying to subdue the dangerous tiger with just his physical strength. Before I realized what I was doing, I rammed the tip of the sword into the tiger's chest. As the sword punctured the tiger's chest, the tiger transformed back into Morrigan. In one second, it went from being a deadly tiger trying to kill both of us to being my beloved again. I could see in her wide-open eyes that she knew that she was dying and for a moment I started to pull the sword out of her left boob…I mean left breast. But instead of calling out my name and begging for mercy from me, she growled at me as if she was still really a tiger within her mind. I couldn't let her live to kill others so I pushed the sword deeper into her chest and watched her face as she died in Hercules strong arms. I killed Morrigan because she had been transformed into something deadly, something totally different from her normal self." 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