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   In the dim light of the evening beyond the flickering candlelight the shadow of a young boy moves across the old porch railing revealing his slow approach. He fingers the little thing around his neck that his father had given him a long time ago. It is an old family heirloom passed on now for more that ten generations so the story goes. Some believe this true; few dare to openly doubt it. The brilliant bauble, gleaning with light reflecting off the surface, surprises people. Part of it’s mystique is that it never seems to age or show wear and no one has ever successfully guessed it’s age accurately. That makes for a sort of family joke they play on strangers. All are surprised when they hear the claim of it being over two hundred years old. Out of the corner of his eye the boy strains to see if his target is in place. She had only been here for a visit two days already  and wasn’t going to stay more than a month. If he was going to make his move, now was the time. Everybody had gone to town and he had cleverly stayed away so they could not make him go too. Early on she had let it be known she had no interest in going either. That gave him his opportunity it would never happen if they had any idea what he was up to.4

   There she was beautiful as she could be int blue jeans and tee shirt with her hair so long and pretty in a tight braid that almost reached her knees. First he must try it out. So he cast the a spell on the dog lying in the yard half asleep. It sprang to life and ran off into the night like it had seen a fox. It wouldn’t back for three hours; he had made sure of that. Now that he knew it was working casting his spell on her was simple. “Tonight you’re mine and I am yours, we’ll go together off to the barn and there will be no stopping like we did the last time”he said. She never saw him as he came up behind her as he caught her head in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss long, lingering, and deep as his hands caressed her body and made his desires known. Just as planned, her hands found his loin showing that her answer was yes. When the kiss finally ended he grabbed her hand and together they ran to the barn. He found the zipper to her pants and in seconds she was free of them and his hands were free to explore her entire body. He let go only to remove his own clothing while she got comfortable on the hay using the clothes as a pallet. Nothing was to come between them tonight, neither clothes nor inhibitions. That was all on his mind as he lay down beside her and slowly moved on top of her and laid any fears to rest. She showed shivers and procrastinated for a few seconds and he thought this was necessary. In his training any signs of will meant the spell lacked strength and this was the thing to do. He knew that much otherwise he would have been straight at it right there on the porch and by now half way to a second run. Being careful and following the rules was all there was to it and in his he knew if the spell broke now she would know and he may never get another chance.5

   In the next few moments he was in her and his erection consummating it’s full length again and again while she lie as if she lived just to succumb to his will. As if it mattered he was only seventeen and would never know the difference anyway. It was his first and there will never seem to be anything like it again in his life. The first time was over fast and there will never seem to be anything like it again in his life. The first time was over fast and he let her have her with him at the end and that gave her equal satisfaction it was as if he knew what he was doing from experience. But all that made the second time even better than the first now he had something to fall back on. When the third time came around it was slow and seemed to linger for hours. At the end they knew the others would soon return and they must stop. They must appear cool and rested or their secret would be out.6

   Here goes!..........The next thing was to consolidate the night’s events with a spell of closure, then a seal to keep the secret for the two of them, then a precaution spell to guarantee there would bo no fruit from this union. Then the necessary spell of cover to keep them from finding that they couldn’t keep their hands off one another in the coming days together in the house. It would make it all seem apparent and an obvious negative to someone that caught on. That is what he had been taught and all to well to be the truth. Only in time would it become the finale revelation of his success or failure at magic, for tonight it was over and it had been a night that he would never forget as long as he lived.7

   But that was two months ago and now the sky is clear and bright with barely a cloud in sight on the green and in the woods the clamor of birds and other animals block out the other sounds of nature as he watched his best friend leave on the path that takes him to his home in the next valley. “I’ll see you later after chores and I eat something; ok?” his friend only nodded and kept walking. ‘He was probably out of earshot anyway,” he thought. It’s been a long week and thank goodness it’ll be the last for another long summer vacation. There upon finally leaving the woods past the haystacks on the far side of the field but on this side of the small lake made by the creek that runs down from the far mountains to almost near his home and supplies water and is the sign he knows comes before the rolling hills that fill in the vista ahead he can see the back of the red barn painted with numerous hex symbols and mystical warnings for strangers and knows the farm house is not far away.8

   Rounding the corner of the massive circular barn and after picking up a stone to hurl at the goats that know very will they have no business near the garden he stops short. As he sets eye upon his father alone on the front porch he sees him as if he had never before seen him in his life. Standing stiff stone cold as if made of solid rock and with eyes that he could see from here red as coals, a chill wen through him he will never for get; his jaw dropped and his hand let the stone fall then his legs started forward one right after the other and he was helpless to stop. As his back stiffened he took one last deep breath then even that became rhythmic but as if not of his doing and when he arrived at the porch his feet were six inches off the ground but it didn’t matter he couldn’t have resisted if he wanted. Other than his legs which kept on walking even as he lifted off the ground his whole body felt stiff and a strange tingle swept up and over his whole being telling him that he was no longer under his control.9

   His father had him caught in a thrall that was merciless all he could even think of was the talismans around his neck and that he should do something to defend himself although he knew in truth that it was too late. He had seen his father like this twice before in his lifetime and heard that there were other incidents but had heard nothing good. This was the other side of him the side others never got to see, the owner of the power that eighty percent of the world of men didn’t even know existed. The side he was taught to fear and to never give him cause to reveal in anger. His thoughts now came fast and furious and he hopped and preyed that he was not angry but if it wasn’t anger then what was it. Then as his foot was set down upon the porch stair the familiar voice spoke “Go to your room and get all of your things you’ll not be coming back any time soon.” And that is exactly what he did.10

   He sped to his room almost crying as he burst through the door. There were only a few things that were truly his and he had no trouble putting them all in the pillow case off his bed. It added up to a couple of shirts and a few pairs of pants, socks, and underwear plus a flashlight left over from his days in the “Boy Scouts” and the knife, canteen and cook-set that came with it. 11

   He tied it all on a long pole he could sling over one shoulder and headed out the door once again the heard his father’s voice; this time it said...”You have been summoned. Go to the white rock!.........You know, the huge bolder in the valley on the other side of town.” he knew the place. It was said to be sacred but no one ever wanted to explain why. All he had ever gotten were old stories and paradoxes. This was his last chance he was not going to see his father again for along time if ever if he was ever going to leave him with a good memory it was now or never. He grabbed the bauble and began to cast a spell he had used only twice before. Once to escape a bully after school when he was twelve and again when he over slept and his father threatened to punish him if he was late again for school. It was a spell of transportation; specifically for a whirlwind to pick him up and deposit him squarely on his feet at another location. 12

   He thought at first that he had done something wrong in his casting of the spell and tried desperately to figure it out but then he felt the air thin out and the shear force of the wind as he was picked up off his feet and lifted up out the door and into the vault of clouds and the summoned storm. Now his thoughts turned to his father because he wanted him to get his message word for word. Grasping again the bauble he began to concentrate to first make certain knew full well the storm was his doing and that there was n danger then that he would hear his words as he spoke”Father you taught me well, fear not, I understand and go willingly. Know that I love you and look for me to come home some day.”With those last words he noticed that he had begun the descent and was soon to be standing on the road on the far side of town but a short distance from the glen where the white rock was to be found.13

   The rock was to be respected and not approached so dauntingly. To do so was asking for a retort and a violent retort was by no means something he was looking for at the moment, those things are capable of being deadly and being ripped from this mortal coil is already how he was feeling and he had no need for the real thing. But that was just what was about to happen.14

   The rock was some fifty feet high at it’s highest point and maybe seventy-five feet in diameter and some places were attainable making it an easy climb and most of the kids he know had climbed it at one time or another. But this time was different; as he crossed the line of what seemed to be within ten feet of the rock day turned to night and back again? This happened five times and the last time it didn’t turn back....He was surrounded by the stars and felt like he could really reach out and touch them. He felt the power and it made his fathers seem pale by comparison
It was mind blowing leaving him awestruck and terrified at the same time then it swept through him penetrating his every fiber of muscle and bone he felt violated and the control left him unaware of time or long it had been. It could have been years he would not have know. 15

   Only the stars and the rock and suddenly then a voice.16