The Life Of Tiberius - Volume 1 Chapter 12 Summer 199335

The sun was still high in the sky when Tiberius finished meeting with Dr. Deaton. On the streets of Beacon Hills, Tiberius enjoyed the quite. It was calm and peaceful town. As he walked the streets with Jean a sudden thought popped into his mind.

“Jean, how eager are you to please you lord?” he asked

Jean peaked up and flashed a grin ear to ear, “Very, eager my lord. Whatever you need”

Tiberius nodded quietly

half an hour later, Tiberius was in the motel room transforming into a massive fiend. His antlers destroyed the ceiling and his wagging tail destroyed the walls. His skin was black as night and his body marking were shining gold like the scales of his Dragon form. His antlers were ivory and the fur on his limbs and around his head was a mixture of black and gold. His eyes shined like cold steel silver and and his third was black with deep gold irises and silver flecks.

He stood on four legs and towered of Jean. As you might assume. Tiberius had taken an animagus potion and invoked hs fiend form. It was the safest as opposed to the Golden Skulblaka and The Horned S.e.x Demon, Incubus. He first practiced transforming at will until it became easy and fluid. He practice controlling the flow of the magic to changing specific parts of his body. It wasn’t as easy as it sounds. Tiberius world tirelessly less getting accustomed to directing magic to place others than his hand. I was an odd feeling yet sensational. It was different from a full body shift that just came iin a rush. Partial transformation brought new insight to the art of transmutation of the body. It also indirectly refined his control of magic.

It was 7 o’clock in the morning when Tiberius fluidly shifted between fiend claws and a fiend arm. His leg shifted between human legs and fiend legs, He grew antlers from his human head. Fang in his mouth. He channeled the fiends strength and agility. It’s tough magic resistant skin was applied to Tiberius’ human form. And finally, he recklessly attempted to call forth his third eye. A slit appeared on his forehead, it tore open with a burst of power. reveal a black eyeball with a golden iris and silver flecks. The pupil trembled and morphed into a draconic slit.

A sharp stabbing pain assaulted hs brain and his humans went dark. He could only see from hs third eye and everything went black and white. He saw the magic in the, and everything in surrounding for a couple of miles. He then focused on Jean’s blazing magic core and they her magic saturated her blood and flowed through veins. Unlike himself and Hermione, Jean’s magic couldn’t bind with her untrained body.

Calliniing on his mental strength slowed the flow of magic to the eye and it eased his migraine, it took him two hours to adjust properly. He could know use all three of his eyes simultaneously. Looking at the time, he decided to save the rest for another time. But one things was proven that day. When Hermione and Tiberius take on their other forms. They will wield their power like Tiberius could wield the power of his fiend.

When Tiberius got in the shower, his body was extremely tired and his magic was exhaust. He figure that the third eye strained his body. He was bit depressed about, since he knew that he hadn’t scratched the surface of the ability the fiend third eye provided. Jean silently washed him as she stared at c.o.c.k stand full mast. It was a side effect of the fiend transformations. Like their cousins, the succubus, incubus, and chorts. Fiends were extremely horny beast. The loved to f.u.c.k human women, succubuses, and the beastly blood l.u.s.ting vampic Alps. But Tiberius libido was the only thing bubbling over as a side effect, he also had the urge for battle. The urge to kill and devours his enemies flesh.

Jean’s hands finally made her way below his waist line and proceeded to wash Tiberius’ erect member. She fondled his heavy balls and stroked his thick seven inch shaft. Tiberius allowed the beast to take over as he guided it subtly. He stopped Jean’s stroke and turned take her beauty in. Her fire ginger her, full lips, Icy blue, and soft white skin. Her large high plump b.r.e.a.s.t and erect n.i.p.p.l.e eager for attention. She strongly favored Sophie Turner.

Tiberius f.u.c.k.i.e.d the s.l.u.t through multiple orgasims in the shower before taken her neglected v.i.r.g.i.n asshole. He licked, bit, and sucked on her n.i.p.p.l.es sending smaller orgasims through her body as fillers inbetwen the larger climaxes. With his beastly level of arousal still burning white hot, The hell sent Lord moved to the bedroom.

Tiberius bound his whore, Her legs were spread and each put in a Frogtie and arms were joined behind her back in a Boxtie. He then transition to Crab Tie and then a Tiptoe Crotch rope spreader bar strappado. He f.u.c.k.i.e.d her holes until they were red, gaping, leaking his spunk on to the already c.u.m soaked sheets. He then gave her, her first throat f.u.c.k.i.n.g. He was so excited his c.o.c.k grew another inch and half throughout their session. Finally empty the last of his spunk on her face and juicy tits he left her on the bed red marked, bruised, and in exhausted ecstasy. Her c.o.c.k drunk eyes shined deep with utter satisfaction.

While Tiberius dressed for his meeting with Talia Hale. Jean watched the video of herself being conquered, f.u.c.k.i.e.d into total submission. On his way out, he put Jean in the ‘Olympic mascot’, n.a.k.e.d in nothing but her slave color. Enchanted chains that hung from the ceiling and wrapped around her waist, ass, and cunt like a thong. Her wrist and ankles were put in shackles and her mouth was plugged with a silver ball gag. He then put the s.e.x tape on replay.

“Study and get better” he told her. He kissed her forehead and left the room.

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“You’re later.” said Dr. Deaton as Tiberius walked up to the clinic.

“By 25 minutes, I know. So, where’s this alpha?” he asked

Deaton just shook his head. They took Deaton’s car to Hale house. It some ways away from the town. Which made sense considering their disposition and random acts of murder.

Arriving at the Hale House. Deaton and Tiberius greeted by Talia Hale, her brother Peter Hale, and his Woman Corrine. In Talia’s arms was one 3 year old female pup, She looked just like her mother.

Talia smiled and greeted Deaton as he walked to the house.

“So, this must be the New emissory”. Said Peter

“No, the next Druid King. which is way I want him to me Talia now, rather than later.” Deaton replied with a frown. He never really liked Peter. Though he lost to Talia in battle strength and the genetic lottery. Peter also felt himself to be the rightful alpha of the Hale Family.

Peter scoffed at the word king. Tiberius tilted his head and just as the wolves felt the threat, Peter was already being slammed against the wall of the house by Tiberius’ telekinetic power. Tiberius clutched the air slowly bringing his fingers together causing Peter’s throat to close.

Deaton put a hand on tiberius and was sent flying into the yard. “Why can’t I be king, dog? Don’t I look Regal? Can’t you feel my almighty majestic power?” Tiberius question and the let Peter drop to the floor choking and gasping for air. Corrine and Talia looked shocked.

“Look, I can even make you kowtow.” A rush of energy gripped Peter’s body forcing him to kowtow “Hahaha how’s that for kingly?”

Tiberius then released him and Introduced himself to Talia personally. In turn, Talia introduce her family, Peter — her brother, Cora –her three year old daughter, and Corrine –Peter’s girlfriend and her ‘Right hand woman’.

“Where’s your mate?” Tiberius asked. Just because Talia had a daughter didn’t mean she had a husband or lover.

Talia smiled at his words and Corrine flashed the first smirk since Tiberius arrived. “He is away. He has not place in a meeting like this. The only reason Corrine is hear is because she is extremely important to my pack and his my brother’s partner”

“Hmm, seems I have a lot to learn about your kind. Do you mind teaching me? Then we can talk about business.”

“With pleasure” replied Talia.

After Deaton dusted himself off, Talia and Corrine lead Tiberius on a tour. Talia sent Peter away for obvious reasons. On the property, Kids ran around, a.d.u.l.ts taught teens, other a.d.u.l.ts spared , and some tended to their chores. everyone had a job. It was peaceful and tranquil. The Hale Family was very modern but they never forgot about their roots and revealed in their primal nature.

Talia first told Tiberius about the pack hierarchy:

Alpha

These are the highest ranking members of the pack. They decide what happens and when it happens and who does what. They walk with their tails and heads high and rarely take abuse from anyone. They usually exhibit a quality that puts them above the rest of the pack, be it experience, excellent decision making, or brute strength. While alphas are very important wolves and run the pack, they aren’t invincible and are just as prone to making errors as any other wolf. Alphas are prone to being challenged by lesser ranked wolves for their position. There is only one alpha in a pack.

Beta

These wolves are second ranked in the chain of command. They exhibit many alpha-like qualities yet do not run the pack. Instead, they act as the alpha’s “right hand command” so to speak. They help organize the hunting parties and keep order as well as baby-sit and do lesser duties. There is only one male and one female ‘true’ beta pair in a pack for command structure purposes.

Gamma

This ranking applies to all other wolves that do not have a specific rank of alpha, beta, pup, omega, shaman, or seer assigned to them. These individuals are nothing particularly special and participate in many of the less desirable tasks such as scouting, hunting, baby-sitting, and den building. They are the larger percent of the general population of a pack. Older gamma wolves often take the role of teacher and story-teller as well.

There is an infinite number of gamma males and gamma females in a pack.

Omega

These are the last common rank on the hierarchy…so low that even some pups will be allowed to pick on them. Omegas tend to walk around with their tail in between their legs and ears flat to their skull, attempting to mind their own business. These are the last to eat, and on occasion, they don’t get to eat at all if there’s not enough food for them. These are the scapegoat of the pack. The omega is usually never hurt while being tormented unless they’re in a fight for dominance and even then the alphas will gently let them know their place in the pack. The amount of abuse suffered varies pack to pack.

Lone Wolf

One of the less common ranks is the lone wolf. A wolf becomes a lone wolf when it is “kicked out” of their existing pack or chooses to leave of their own choice. Lone wolves are prone to other predators and can be killed or seriously injured without the protection of a pack so it’s not at all common for a lone wolf to remain such for longer than necessary unless they are one of the few to survive with little trouble. Lone wolves can band together with another lone wolf of the opposite s.e.x and start their own pack or attempt to make their way into another pack, but it is not always assumed this can happen.

Vagabond

A variation of a lone wolf, vagabonds tend to be very ragged, sickly looking, with physical injuries being very common. They are of the same rank on the hierarchy as a lone wolf, but usually have a greater stigma attached to them because of their health.

Shaman

Another of the rarer ranks is the shaman rank. These wolves are gifted with a very minor gift of magic, which is usually hidden from the wolf until it is sufficiently aged. This magic usually consists of minor healing abilities and an affinity over a particular domain of nature. Shaman wolves, for the most part, are good at listening to their surroundings, which is helpful for predicting weather and the movements of prey, yet this sense isn’t perfect. Shaman wolves are generally cool, calm, and rarely instigate any fights, but there are exceptions that vary greatly on their chosen domain. They generally have a ranking just above the gammas but below the betas unless the pack chooses to set them higher or lower. There is not always a Shaman in a pack.

Seer

Seers are the rarest of all wolf ranks. These wolves have mental connections to all other wolves and have the ability to mind-speak and mind-read, regardless of the distance separating the seer and his/her fellow wolf. They receive visions to help make more accurate predictions than shamans and also have the skill of talking more easily to other non-wolven creatures. Seers are sometimes considered freaks by their brethren because most don’t understand the ways of the Seer and are afraid to have their minds touched by one of such high mental skill. There is not always a Seer in a pack.

“A Shaman or Seer are extremely rare recessive traits. They haven’t shown up in the Hale Family for generations. There are three mystic traits. Shaman and Seer are the first two and a full body wolf shift is the third. Each of the three traits come from out druid ancestors. It’s why we call the ‘Mystic Traits’.” Talia explained

“Can anyone her full shift into a wolf?” Asked Tiberius

Talia and Corrine smiled “We both can. Although, Corrine takes the shape of a coyote” Talia answered

“Why a Coyote?”

“That brings us to the next lesson…

The Hale family and Corrine are hereditary were wolves and Were-coyote. But, every wereshifter is descended from a werewolf. In order to become a werewolf, if not by birth, then by bite. However, every shift express the person’s inner self. Most turn into wolves” Tallia stopped and then looked at Corrine

“Others like my grandmother turned into a Werecoyote and it’s be in my family ever since. It’s rare but it happens. Though, unlike werewolves. we have an alpha pair in our packs, we don’t usually accept outsiders, and our packs are almost always family. But were definitely cruller and more cunning than the wolves.” Corrine said her piece reverted back to her quiet grim demeanor.

“well, okay… So, how about your mate, Talia? you said one alpha, having a mate for life might make that a bit difficult. Women are strong, don’t me wrong –magnificent creatures. However, you know men can be.”

“Haha I really do like you. The Hale Family will always have a Hale Alpha. No matter the gender. When it comes to mating, like most wolves, we keep it in the family…” Talia waited to see how Tiberius would react considering they were more human than actual wolves. Her opinion of Tiberius soon became higher when Tiberius didn’t even bat an eye at her confession of openly practiced i.n.c.e.s.t.

“Two things play a part. Mystic traits and strength. Strength directly relates to a wolves standing in the pack. So the alpha’s mate has to be a Beta. Very rarely, if another pack has a mystic trait, we will hunt the pack and take their mystic trait holder to breed.”

” hope kill the entire pack” Tiberius commented and took Corrine and Talia by surprise

“We do, it’s the only way to keep the pack safe. The captives also become our Omegas with the right to challenge for dominance” Said Talia

Tiberius nodded his head in approval. And the woman began to wonder how such a boy was raised if not by wolves. Talia then continued, “Cogadh an dn, loosely translated to ‘The War of Destiny’. The contest is held in January. The contenders go out and achieve war feats anything from hunting a supernatural beast alone –Deaton could explain why that changes one’s destiny, to stealing an alpha’s power and the slaughter of said alpha’s pack. But that’s very extreme and has only happened once. When my grandfather/Great Uncle, fought to mate with his Sister alliana and then took her power as well to become the only Alpha. After preparation, comes the war. The contestant fight and the winner has the opportunity to mate with, and they better hope their shot packs a punch. Because I only breed the strongest pups”

“So that’s why it’s a war of destiny, the winning wolf can mate with you and I’m assuming after you give birth you fight for the position of Alpha. I’m assuming killing is optional?” Tiberius questioned

“Yes. Killing is optional. I killed my mate. My Grandfather into his sister into total submission and had three more children with her. He made her his life mate. Extremely rare in packs, only the strongest of alphas are so bold. As my grandfather was the strongest of alpha’s , eventually awakening the full body wolf shift after killing his first alpha. Anyway, after the winner is decided, we mate for seven days or until I’m pregnant” Said Talia as she led the group into the house.

“Is Cogadh an dn optional?” asked Tiberius

“Yes. It’s to the alpha to call such the Cogadh an dn. If an alpha waits too long. they will be challenged for dominance and the new alpha will call Cogadh an dn after a years time. But that’s if the challenger wins.” Talia smiled prideful. She had just be challenged this year and took her cousin’s head and that of his son’s .

Tiberius was extremely Interested in all of this, it was a new aspect of the world he was looking forward to exploring. He then remembered something ” Deaton, how could hunting a supernatural creature change one’s destiny?”

Deaton took a seat at the table they were led to. Once he was seated and comfortable, he replied, “There’s a beast called the Grauda, It’s talons can steal the power of almost any creature. Only alpha wolves have that ability in packs and they can only steal other wolves power, so, only during Cogadh an dn, do the Druids perform a ritual that gives the power of prey to the contestant that hunted it.”

Tiberius got excited, “Does it work with magical beast as well?”

Deaton raised an eyebrow, “Haven’t tried, the stronger magical beast worth hunting will most likely kill a beta.”

“Hmm” Tiberius replied then faced Talia, ” So now it’s time for business I guess.”

“Yes. Deaton?” Talia called him up for his piece

“So, I’ve brought Lord Emrys here because by Druid Law, He is king. And if he has enough of Merlin’s blood he will be crowned as such on his 16th birthday” said Deaton and Corrine jumped in

“Merlin? like sword in the stone, King Arthur’s Merlin. The sorcerer?” She questioned in complete denial

“Well, I do prefer the term Sorcerer. It just has so much power to it. But yes, that Merlin.” replied Tiberius.

“You said 16? s that in a few days or weeks? How much time do we have to prepare, I assume this means emissaries will gather and that means their packs will follow.” Talia added

“I recently turned 13 years old on June 26th. I live a special way of life, as a result i’m a bit ahead in my development.” he replied

“A bit?” Corrine questioned with shock. Tiberius was 5’10”, muscular, and had a mature air about him. He looked more like a 16 year old soon to turn 17, than a recently made 13 year old. Talia was shocked herself.

“Haha you have some genes. If you were old enough, i’d mate with you next year” Talia joked and Corrine just stared, flabbergasted. Tiberius chuckled and just gave her a little shrug. Talia was beautiful woman. He didn’t mind her teasing

“So, I have roughly three years. Packs of all kinds will gather. Rouge, wandering, and druidic groves will gather. A festival will have to planned for Beacon Hills as a cover — I can talk to Maddy Martin, she and her husband likes that kind of shit. And I assume when he becomes head honcho, you’ll become elder, and my new emissary will be?” Talia asked

“Hermione Granger. A very talented and intelligent young woman. My woman, so treat her right. You’ll meet her next summer” Tiberius answered.

Deaton the told Talia what it meant to have a druid King in which all Emissaries will answer to him. The druid presence in beacon hills will bolster followed by more supernaturals. Deaton believed if more druid returned rerooted themselves in beacon hills. The old ways come again and bring power back to the Nemeton — A big, old, and powerful tree that was sacred to the druids. At this point little Cora began to cry, and Talia just popped her n.i.p.p.l.e in the babes mouth and gestured for deaton to continue. Tiberius liked their free spirited nature. It less suffocating and natural than wizarding britain.

Deaton and Talia educated Tiberius of the known supernatural in Beacon Hills, along with their abilities and weaknesses. When it started to get late, Tiberius said his goodbyes. Deaton offered to drive him home but Tiberius just conjured a portal instead. He wanted to demonstrate on last act of power. Hiding all of his powers could cause other to look down him, underestimate him and eventually cause unnecessary tests of dominance. So Tiberius showed just enough to infer a deep arsenal but not too much to give the appearance of an overwhelming threat. Before he left Tiberius told him to stop by the clinic the next morning to get a bestiary from him.

A few moments later when Tiberius returned to his room, Jean was still gagged in an ‘Olympic Mascot’ position. He had enchanted the chains to heal heal her body, the send constant and subtle waves of pleasure through her body. She was now squirming in the chains, her legs and f.u.c.k holes were soaked in the juices of her arousal and formed a nice puddle beneath her feet. She m.o.a.ned on her ball gag as her eyes were glued to the tv as she watched and learned her flaws –so that she may improve and become a better c.o.c.k-slave.

Tiberius pinched her clit unexpectedly, surprising and caused shake in a violent climax. Her sweet nectar flowed from p.u.s.s.y like a broken damn. Inserting a two fingers in her ass, prolonging her earth shaking orgasim. Her ass clamped down on his finger as if she could magically milk c.u.m from them. instead he wigilled and twirl his fingers and let an anal orgasim rock her body overlapping the end of the first climax. When she was finished, Tiberius held her tired body and banished the chains, shackles and ball gag. Her body fell limp into his arms and she panted heavily and trembled ever so often when her legs moved in a way that stimulate her vagnial nerves or tinder asshole.

Tiberius cared her like a princess into the bathroom and gave her a warm bath. He put calming, cleansing, and healing herbs in the water. He wanted to make sure she her body was promptly brought up to standard after so many years of improper care. Jean loved the feeling of being catered to, she felt the love her master displayed. She knew he praising her for her mediocre efforts from earlier. She mentally vowed to do better, be a better whore, slave, and witch for tiberius. Hell, she felt that she could also be a better pet if he ever choose to transfigure her into a cat again.

When the bath was over, Tiberius dried her and put her in bed. After taking a gentle sleeping draft, Jean drifted off into a heavy sleep due to the exhausting day of trying to be a good slave.

Now that Jean was taken care of and was dream good dreams. Tiberius waved his wand to clean the room, repair the walls and purge the air of s.e.x. when he was finished. He recorded everything her learned today about supernaturals, different from magical beast. He then add to his research notes about his discoveries in transfiguration/transmutation from practicing his partial animagus shifts. He the wrote theories that incorporated the power stealing talons of the Grauda and the Druid ritual of power assimilation. Tiberius slowly realized that Beacon Hills just might be the place he was destined to be. Or maybe it was just his heart for exploration and discovery.

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Updated List of Summer Fun:

Issue: Hermione broke a leg and I dislocated my shoulder.

Solution: Healing magic and magical ways to strengthen the body — skin, muscle, organs, bones, Somatic and Visceral Nervous System. Witcher Mutations??

*In the process of solving via Transmutation of the body. Supernatural and Magical beast will act as blueprints for our new Physiques”

Issue: Goblins gave evidence of another Dimensional rift.

Solution: Research other incidents in both the magic and muggle world

“Hermione is own it. After her report, the Goetia test begin*

Issue: My low magic capacity almost got me killed

Solution: Discover a way to achieve an early magic maturity and or expand my magic capacity.

* The druids have a special way for early maturity. My skulblaka has an eldunari that will act as blueprint to create my own. Should be solved after transmutation*

Issue: Using to much magic during spell craft burnt me out and nearly got me killed

Solution: refine control of magic and or find a source of bottomless magic.

*partial animagus shift helps refine magic control. Werewolves may be able to help as well as Deaton. Look into magical circulation as seen with my fiend eye*

Dangerous Task: Visit Beacon Hills, California, USA. Ministry workers don’t know shite and I need information ASAP

*Task complete. Beacon Hills is the shit. I’m a king and most likely defecting to the Beacon Hills Community permanently after my transfer. i know Hermione will love it.*

New Issue: Beacon Hills is the shit and I want more

Solution: Visit Kyoto and Los Angeles in the future

—List To Be Expanded—

Putting away his to do list and life records (Journals), Tiberius climb into bed and went to sleep.

Tiberius woke up early the next morning. The moon was still up and the sky was dark. No sign of sunrise could be seen. Stretching his body, and getting to his proper workout attire, Tiberius set of for his morning workout. He ran for miles in the woods. After a nice sweat, he did strength training and the combat training. it was 7 o’clock in the morning when the sun rose. After performing his cool down stretches. Tiberius meditated and tried to find the flow of his magic. He once he locked on to it sped up the circulation of his magic and his body has dealt soothing tide that repeated his exhausted muscles. It decreased his recovery time and increased his muscle growth. Expecept his muscle didn’t get bulkier but they did pack more power than before.

This intrigued Tiberius. The way his flowed through his body and bound with the cells in his body. The excess power returned to his magic core filling the empty space, Proving his theory about enhanced magical capacity through physical training. The circuitry not only helped the body, but learning the circulation and the paths it took to properly assimilate with his body, helped tiberius with his magic control. He emitted magic form his body as whole. It was the same as an animagus shift but instead of changing form, the magic was emitted outward.

Taking the witcher concept of Quen and the wizarding world’s protection charm. Tiberius formed a tight magical armor around his body. “Quen… it works..” he mutter. he then extended his arm and created a shield dome and broke out in an hysterical fit of laughter. When he finally calmed down he began to use spells and raw elemental magic. His air and fire wielding had dramatically improved and the amount and precision of the magic was easily controlled by slowing down or speeding up his magical flow, the opening and closing of the exit points, and finally the magic that he put out was now easily manipulated by him.

The spells he cast curved, twisted, and froze in mid air according to his will. bushes bathed in his fire but didn’t burn. his telekinetic burst could now be manipulated like a nuclear bomb explosion. It pushed outwards destroying the land and retracted pulling back all the debris before exploding outward once more with double the force but half of the magical output. Even portal were created with ease by supply and working the magic just right, so that portals could be conjured at different speeds without the extra consumption of magic that was usually wasted in the process.

Crossing the magical control off of his to do list. He returned to the motel to find Jean n.a.k.e.d and waiting on him. She washed his body in the shower and then dressed him before herself. She asked about Johnny in a meek voice but he brushed it aside and that was the last she asked him about Johnny.

Taking a good look at Jean, Tiberius could see her hair was healthier, it had grown an inch overnight and became full with a deeper ginger color. Her eyes shined brighter, the redness had left her eyes leaving nothing but white and a more vibrant icy blue iris that popped. Her skin has healthier and looked softer and the small signs of exhaustion under her eyes were vanquished. Jean stood tall with pride under his hard inspecting eyes. On the inside she was nervous, she didn’t want anymore flaws until she corrected the ones that she found by watch her s.e.xtape.

“Perfect…” he spoke in soften that gave her goosebumps and turned her cheeks a pinkish red. Tiberius smiled and caressed her cheek. Jean closed her eyes rubbed into his touch like a docile cat craving more attention.

Tiberius then took a step back and told her to relax and stay still. He call for his Fiend’s third eye and began to test his abilities. He first launched a blackout illusion at Jean. She was suddenly in standing alone the void with a deadly presence looming over her. But she didn’t fear, she knew it Tiberius. Jean relaxed and opened her body to kill strike. Tiberius suddenly appeared in a red flash, he pinched and pulled at her n.i.p.p.l.e and she wailed in pleasure.

“Got you..” he said with a devilish smile.

Twisting his power again, the environment changed to a peaceful forest with animals running free and small ‘children’ were running free, sparing, drink, playing, and laughing marriely.

“It’s the forest of Du Weldenvarden. Home to the Aen Seidhe, Werecats, and Dryads on the continent of Eden-Meru.” Tiberius spoke just loud enough to for Jean to hear. They watched as the fairies flew by and the Dryads danced. The elves sang their enchants that nourished and protected the forest. Every flower, tree, bush, and herb on the continent was grown in Du Weldenvarden. The lakes, streams, and waterfalls glistened with clear blue waters. The water floors danced and glimmered with swaying underwater herbs and colorful precious stone and some worthless stone that were just as immaculate and alluring to the eye.

“It’s beautiful, My Lord” Jean gasped at the mythical sight. She had known magic all her lifes, but the for the first time she had seen a bit of the endless depths of it’s beauty that hid just beneath its surface. Somewhere in her soul she knew there was more. And some day, she hoped her master would show her just how much of life she was missing…