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Formal name:  Chryslin Merlinson, Born of Two Worlds

Magic Man
The Tales of Chryslin and Arleta
by Stasya T. Canine
---

Science and Power.  Centuries ago, two worlds met and the resulting mixture
had been volatile.  

Rabelaisia.  Until the Mage Wars, humans had been the only race on the
planet.  Then, in a bid to take power for herself, the most powerful mage of
her era had changed the animals that served her.  She lost the war and
ultimately her life - but her legacy lived on.  The changlings bred true.
Creatures of magic and other powers, they and the humans who survived created
the ethos that guides Rabelaisia along the paths of power.

The Bardic Way.  Power though passiveness.  Personal responsibility as a way
of life.

Impossible you say?  You are of Terra.  You have yet to walk the world that
resulted.

It works.  Oh yes, it works.  Terran fantasies given life.  Animals who are
upright or four-footed, as they choose.  Shape-shifters.  Mages.  Bards. Many
others walk their forests and sail their seas.

Terra.  Contentious.  Power without wisdom.  Personal advancement at the cost
of all others.  A people with a driven need to *know* and ultimately control
the basic forces of *their* universe.

A species that dared to wonder it there were others 'out there'.  So they
mastered the power that gives birth to the very stars - and went looking.

One culture mastered the inner being.  They knew themselves.

One culture mastered the world around them.  They knew everything *except*
themselves.

Both cultures thought they knew all there was to know.

Both cultures were wrong.

Inevitably, as male and female will find their mates, they met.

I was one of their firstborn.

Call me Chryslin.  It's as good a name as any and less of a mouthful than my
formal one.  Besides, it's the one my parents gifted me with when I was born.
---

Years ago, I swore an oath to my First Master.  "Not until I have inner
serenity...  Will I go forth and choose a mate."

Merlin, my father-- and current Master, had shared an amused look with Lady
Chrystal, my mother, before he chuckled softly.  "So you think that will aid
you?  As always, it is your choice."

My mother, at that time in her natural form, had held up her delicate paws in
the Rabelaisian gesture of good will and smiled.  "May your Journey be filled
with the joys you earn.  My son."

I had blushed at her gentle affection as I reached out and touched her paws
with my hands.  "Thank you, mother.  I hope I do not betray my heritage."

Before either of us could say anything a new voice entered the conversation.
"You won't."

I spun and faced the newcomer.  Her eyes held an inner certainty I had never
seen before.  I had heard tales of Lady Kay.  'Lady of the Lake'.  Keeper of
the Castle.  Merlin's first teacher.  One of his co-wives.  She was as much
my mother as the vixen who gave me birth.

Our eyes locked and as I watched, she made a gesture I didn't recognize.  A
sword appeared in her hands and I stepped backwards in fear.  Power battered
me before she held it point up and commanded the power to return to its home.
"Centuries from now, 'The Keeper of the Sword' will receive 'The Sword of
Power' from my hands.  It will be an earned gift..."  Her lips quirked into a
smile.  "On your wedding day."

The sword vanished.  "I have seen it."  She finished simply.

"A seer?"  I was stunned.  "I never...  You..."

My dad had chuckled softly.  "She seldom uses it but the power *is* hers to
command as she desires."
---

"You ramble.  Again."  A delicate paw, covered in red fur, brushes my cheek
as Arleta admonishes me.

I chuckle as I reach up and enfold her paw in my hands.  "I know.  That
includes an unwholesome taste for vixens."

They say vixens can't blush.  I know they do.  Arleta's fingertips flexed
outwards and then curled inwards slightly.  I counted the slight movement as
a victory.

Her delicate muzzle buried itself in my hair before she nibbled at my ear.
Her natural scent flowed around me and I inhaled deeply.  I barely heard her
as she whispered "I never thought it would be a human."

I chuckled and pulled her into my lap.  "Vixen.  Wait until you meet my
parents.  My father and mother are human and vixen.  I guess I'm continuing a
family tradition."

I should have known I couldn't sneak much past a Bard.  "They still live?"
She pulled back slightly and studied me.

When she lightly touched my forehead in the ancient gesture, I opened myself
to her.

Arleta gasped and then pulled away.  I caught her paw and rubbed it against
my cheek.  "Does it really matter who they are?  They chose one path, I'm
choosing a different one.  My future is here.  With you and your people.  My
people, now."

She sighed and settled.  "You don't see it do you?"

"See what?"

Instead of answering she leaned back against my chest.  "Hold me.  Just hold
me and let me know you love me."  She started shaking and I felt teardrops
fall on my arms.

"Arleta.  What's wrong?"

"Have you forgotten?  On our wedding day, you will become 'The Keeper of the
Sword of Power'."

"Oh."  I *had* forgotten Kay's long ago promise.  "So?  Kay is retiring.
That's all."

"No.  That's not all of it."

I stiffened.  Arleta and I seldom contradicted each other.  What was she
driving at?

She sighed.  "Something you learned as a child and then forgot.  Merlin and
Kay are the physical avatars of power on Terra.  Lady Chrystal is
Rabelaisia's avatar on Terra.  Kay will be transfering a talisman to you.
With it, you will become Terra's representative on Rabelaisia."

-- 
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