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 Mystical Wish
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         "He knows how much you really want him.
          He knows just what you want him to do."

                                      - Tony Banks


    The forest lay blanketed under the shroud of night, lightly kissed by the
soft glow of the full moon above. A lone figure stole quietly through the
thick brush, carefully moving the branches out of its path as it made its way
towards the small clearing in the forest's center. Stopping abruptly, it
studied the ground ahead of it for a moment before taking a short hop forward.

    "Bless the Lady for her gentle light!" the cloaked elf whispered with a
smile as he took a quick glimpse of the moon overhead. His eyes returned to
the ground and he shook his head sadly as he regarded the concealed snare he
had just escaped. "The humans are a cowardly race," he thought sourly. "A poor
hunter would kill an animal without first looking him in the eye." Pulling his
small knife from his belt, he carefully sliced the snare from the thin cord
holding down the sapling. With a *whoosh* of rustling leaves the tree stood
back up quickly. Sheathing the knife, he walked to the tree and examined the
cracked bark where the tree had been bent. He shook his head again and bound
the tree tightly with the leather thong that had been the snare. The wound
closed, he nodded happily and continued his trek.

    His mind returned to his quest and he went over the legends in his mind.
The old woman he spoke with had told him tales of a great mystic, one who had
traveled the world and learned its many secrets. It was said he could work
miracles, conjuring great magicks that could heal the mind and soul or just as
easily destroy them. The elements bent to his whim and he held mastery over
angels and demons alike. These powers held no interest for the young elf,
however, as he was content to be only a dabbler in forest magic. The one thing
that *had* piqued his interest was what she had told him next. The mystic knew
of the intricate workings of the spirit, specifically the bond formed between
man and woman. This was the knowledge he sought, the answer to the nagging
questions that plagued his every waking moment.

    *                             *                             *

    Chakyna.

    His heart beat fiercely in his chest just thinking of her name. Ever since
he had met her, his thoughts revolved around this elven maiden sent from the
heavens to throw his entire world into turmoil. His life had been blessedly
simple before that, his days filled with happy journeys through his beloved
forest, tending the trees and their many inhabitants. The animals knew him and
called him friend. He frequented the neighbouring villages and all who knew him
spoke favourably of him, as he was always quick with a helping hand or a
gentle smile.

    Several moons ago he had been helping the father of a new family to the
area build their small house. They had worked feverishly, hoping to finish the
dwelling before the short but brutal winter season started in earnest. He was
installing the heavy shutters on the windows alone that day while the father,
Thorash by name, went to pick up his family who had been staying with friends
during the building. Picking up the heavy oaken shutter, his muscles strained
as he moved it into position on the window. Suddenly a cool hand tapped him on
the shoulder from behind, startling him. The shutter slipped from his hands
and came crashing down upon his foot. He cursed loudly and fell to the ground,
clutching his injury. Spinning around to find the culprit, he raised his eyes
and above him stood a vision in peasant's clothes. Her long silvery hair
streamed over her slight shoulders like the wind flowing through the trees at
night. Delicate hands held a small pitcher to her chest, almost hiding her
smallish breasts from view. Flashing violet eyes looked down at him and her
slim pouting lips curled into a small grin. "I'm sorry I frightened you, sir,"
she said, her voice a melody known only to the angels. "Father suggested I
bring you some water."

    He sat there, completely oblivious to her words, captivated by her
exquisite beauty. Suddenly a loud voice shouted, "Chakyna! What happened?"

    She turned and replied, "He dropped the shutter. I think he may be hurt."

    The sound of a man running was followed by a familiar voice saying,
"Greywind! Are you alright?" The man reached him and extended his hand down to
him.

    Greywind took the hand and stood gingerly, never once removing his staring
gaze from the elven maiden. "I am fine, friend Thorash," he said quietly. "I
was just... startled."

    Thorash had taken note of the young elf's fascination and he smiled
knowingly. "All the same, why don't you take a rest? You might want to soak
that foot in the river a space to keep it from swelling."

    Finally tearing his eyes from her, Greywind smiled at his friend. "An
excellent idea." He started off but as soon as he put his weight onto his
injured foot he stumbled and fell to the ground with a grunt of pain.

    Thorash carefully helped him up and was struck by a sudden thought.
"Chakyna, please help Greywind to the river. I must finish helping your mother
unload the wagon." Thorash lifted Greywind's arm from around his neck and
before Greywind could protest his arm was draped across the beautiful girl's
shoulders. He stared into her wide eyes as he heard Thorash's voice call out
as he ran back to the wagon, "Dinner will be in a few hours, but take as much
time as you need to heal yourself!"

    Greywind stared helplessly into the twin pools of her eyes, unable to
break their mystical hold on him. His mouth opened and he managed to blurt
out, "My name is Greywind."

    "So I heard," her voice chimed back with an amused air. "And mine is
Chakyna, as you have heard."

    "Lovely," he whispered.

    She blushed faintly and said, "I must apologize for father. He takes great
joy lately in pushing me upon any man within reach." Her hand swept back her
hair, revealing her daintily-pointed ears.

    "I do not mind," Greywind breathed, shivering slightly as her hair brushed
against his bare chest. Suddenly he realized his condition and he stammered,
"I'm terribly sorry! I should put on my shirt."

    "Why?" she asked lightly.

    "I've been working all day. I must simply reek! I...," he babbled, wishing
suddenly that the ground would open under him and hide him from her.

    "Silly man," she giggled. "I am no stranger to hard labour. I've found
that work brings out the true essence of one." Sniffing deeply, she continued,
"From yours I can tell you are honest and kind. That should be shared, not
covered up."

    His eyes widened as he took in her words and he asked, "Are you a mystic?"

    "Not fully, but mother has taught me a bit. Come, we should go to the
river. Your foot has already started to swell." He looked down and saw the top
of his foot bulging against the doeskin shoes he wore and he nodded quickly.

    A few minutes later Greywind was sitting upon a large rock and removing
his shoe gingerly. As he feared, his foot was now considerably swollen and was
throbbing painfully. He eased it into the water and sighed happily.

    "Better?" she asked.

    "A little," he replied. Noting the lazily-flowing waters of the stream, he
said, "The dry summer has slowed the river. My foot will have to soak for
quite a while at this rate." Thinking a moment, he smiled and said, "Perhaps I
can speed it along." Reaching his hand into the cool water, he closed his eyes
and envisioned the waters rushing past. The flow increased dramatically and he
smiled as they chilled his injured foot.

    "A forest mage, hmmm?" he heard her voice whisper incredulously.

    "Not really," he answered without opening his eyes. "I learned some things
from a man I grew up with. He was..." His voice broke off as he suddenly
overbalanced, toppling headlong into the river. His body drenched by the icy
waters, he bolted upright and shrieked but then stopped abruptly as he heard
Chakyna's laughter. He stared at her fiercely before relenting and chuckling
along with her. He limped back out of the river and sat down beside her. "I
can't believe I did that," he mumbled in embarrassment.

    "Well you *did* want to wash up before, yes?" she said with a mad grin.

    Looking back at her sparkling eyes, he nodded. "But not *quite* like
that!" he said, waving his hand at the river. Water splashed from his dripping
arm, sprinkling her face lightly. He gasped and apologized, reaching for her
and saying, "I'm so sorry! Here, let me..." As his hand brushed her cheek, his
body stiffened. He stared at her fearfully, as if she were a deadly snake
about to strike. She purred softly at his touch and pressed her cheek into his
hand. His heart beat wildly, causing his blood to race frantically throughout
his body, at last finding his manhood and causing it to lurch madly inside his
leggings.

    She closed her eyes and continued to nuzzle his unmoving hand, saying
softly, "You are truly a gentle and noble man. I can tell. Please, don't
stop."

    His mind raced, "Stop what? I've no idea what I've *started*!" Summoning
his last bit of strength, he pulled his hand away guiltily.

    Her eyes opened and she asked, "What's wrong?"

    "M... my foot," he stuttered. "It's..." He looked down at his foot and
was actually relieved to see that it had resumed its swelling now that it was
outside the cool stream.

    She looked at it and frowned slightly. Looking at him, she asked, "Might
I try to heal it?"

    "How?" he asked, being carefully not to make eye contact with her.

    "Something mother taught me once. I could try it, if you'll let me."

    Without answering, he lifted his leg and placed the injured foot before
her. "What should I do?" he asked.

    "Just be quiet," she said with a smile that went unseen. Grasping his cold
foot in her slim warm hands, she said, "Relax." Closing her eyes, she started
to sing a song in a language he had never heard before, a trilling melody that
reminded him of the joyous song of the birds during the spring mating. Her
voice sent shivers through his body as his eyes lifted and locked on her
angelic face. His stare caressed the soft light skin of her cheeks, down along
the delicate jaw then up over her slightly moist lips. Her song continued as
did his visual exploration, up over her small nose to her closed eyes. Her
eyelids fluttered slightly as she sang, brushing her long eyelashes over the
tops of her cheeks. Suddenly her song ended and her eyes opened wide, catching
him in their all-encompassing power. He felt like he was falling deeper and
deeper into the very soul of this magical woman, trapped forever in her
bewitching gaze. "How does it feel?" he heard her voice whisper.

    Unconsciously he replied, "How does what feel?"

    She giggled and said, "Your foot, silly!" running a finger up across the
sole of his foot for emphasis.

    His leg twitched as she tickled him and the spell was broken for a space.
He laughed and pulled his foot back towards himself to inspect it. Much to his
amazement, it was no longer swollen and the pain was gone. Picking his leg up
slightly, he wiggled his toes and whispered, "It doesn't hurt at all!"

    "I'm glad," she said with a satisfied smile. Placing a hand on his thigh,
she absently stroked his leg and leaned close to him. "Perhaps you could find
a way to thank me?" she asked playfully.

    Greywind's mind exploded in confusion. "Wh... what would you like?" he
asked hesitantly.

    Reaching forward, her other hand trailed down the center of his slick bare
chest. Her warm breath tickled his ear and she cooed, "I'm sure you'll think
of something."

    Unfortunately for Greywind, thinking was the *last* thing his mind was
capable of at that moment. Bolting to his feet, he blurted, "I have to change
my clothes."

    "What?" she asked in disbelief. "But..."

    His swift feet had already sprung into action and he called back, "Tell
your father I will be back to help him finish the shutters shortly," as he
raced through the forest towards the small clearing that was his only home.
Intent on putting as much distance between himself and Chakyna as possible, he
barely heard her calling out after him, "Greywind! Come back!"

    *                             *                             *

    "You were a fool for just leaving her there like that," he berated himself
for what must have been the hundredth time today. Thinking back, he reminded
himself yet again that staying wouldn't have solved the problem which had
caused him to flee in the first place.

    He had no idea exactly *what* Chakyna wanted.

    His mind wandered back to distant memories of his childhood. The loving
golden-haired woman and the strong dark-haired man came to mind, shadows of
his parents that his memory could no longer form proper pictures of. A
familiar chill raced through him as he relived that day, coming home after
spending the night unknown to them in his beloved forest only to find them
both murdered in their sleep by unknown assassins for the few gold coins they
had. He remembered his future mentor, Steelhawk, walking in the door several
hours later to explore the burned-out wreck of a shack and finding him huddled
in the corner crying hysterically. Steelhawk took him as a traveling companion
and was both father and teacher to him from that day forward. They had parted
company some three years ago by mutual decision, one which Greywind now
regretted as he longed for the one lesson his friend had neglected to teach
him.

    He wished desperately to know what to do with the fairer sex.

    In his twenty-two years he had seen numerous displays of affection between
men and women during his travels with Steelhawk, but the greatest mystery of
all still eluded him. Why did his body react that way when he and Chakyna got
close? Why did Chakyna look at him that way, and exactly *what* did she want
of him? These questions tugged at his mind constantly all through the winter.
He had visited his friend Thorash and his family several times, and each time
he was overwhelmed with the same feelings whenever he saw her. His heart beat
fiercely and his words seemed to stick in his throat. Ever since their first
encounter by the stream, he was always careful *never* to be alone with her
for fear that he would inadvertently do something wrong and offend this fair
maiden whose beauty called to him during the day and filled his dreams at
night.

    His silent cry for help was answered one day in early spring in the
unexpected form of an elderly blind woman named Shrilahr. He had bumped into
her, quite literally, one afternoon as he strolled through the marketplace of
a neighbouring village. Helping her back to her feet, he gathered her day's
purchases and carried them back to her humble cottage. They had talked along
the way and she had coaxed his problems out of him. She told him of the legend
of the great mystic and how he helped those who needed him. "Go to the center
of the forest, my boy," she had told him, "on the first night of the spring
moon. Wish for him and he will appear as the moon reaches her peak. You'll
see."

    "First night of the spring moon," he repeated as his mind returned to the
present. "Now."

    Reaching the clearing at last, he looked over it and nodded happily. This
had been his home for the last three years, after he had quit the wandering
life with Steelhawk. With the bits of forest magic he had learned from him,
life here was quite comfortable. The animals kept him aware of the happenings
in the forest and he in turn kept them safe from the encroaching menace of the
humans. A chittering sounded and he turned to see a young chipmunk looking up
at him inquisitively. He smiled and made a series of chirps, which the
chipmunk answered. Nodding, he waved his hand and chittered once. His small
friend scurried off to its burrow and he wondered, "So no one has been around.
I wonder what is keeping him."

    Vaulting up into the lower branches of a nearby tree, he started to pull
himself upwards. "Perhaps I can get a better look around," he thought.
Suddenly the many noises of the night started to dwindle. The owl in the next
tree who had been hooting madly until this point fell deathly silent, as did
the pair of possums making their way through the brush. The wind itself seemed
to blow itself out and the unnatural calm caused a chill to race up Greywind's
spine. Then, without warning, he saw it.

    Looking down from his perch, he saw the bushes surrounding the far side of
the clearing part themselves. Through the newly-formed gap floated a thin
figure clad in a flowing black robe. Greywind's sharp eyes detected no
movement below his robe and he pondered, "He moves without walking?" The
figure levitated to the center of the clearing and appeared to descend
slightly as it touched the ground. Suddenly a chittering noise broke the eerie
silence as Greywind's chipmunk friend returned. The black-clad figure chuckled
softly and turned towards it, bending down and extending a thin, wraithlike
hand. Without hesitation the chipmunk hopped onto the withered palm. The hand
raised before the cloaked face and a quiet conversation started as chirps and
squeaks were exchanged. The cloaked one turned its head and seemed to look at
something before chittering an instruction. The chipmunk bounded off its hand
and across the clearing to pick up a small object in its mouth which it
brought back to the mystic.

    Greywind watched intently as the mystic took the item from the chipmunk
before dismissing it with a quick chirp. A male voice intoned, "The roots of
love," as his hand raised the object up to appraise it by the soft glow of the
moon. Held between skeletal thumb and forefinger, Greywind saw a familiar
item - a small heart carved from sandalwood. This one was an earlier imperfect
version of the one he had...

    The one he had made for Chakyna.

    *                             *                             *

    Winter had passed with its usual fury and the days grew warmer with the
impending summer. Greywind's association with Thorash and his family had grown
stronger and he visited often, still wary of the bewitching gaze of the fair
Chakyna. Late one evening last week he had sat with Thorash before the
fireplace, talking at length about the improvements to be made to the house
once summer had firmly taken hold.

    "Chakyna has complained often that her window does not close easily,"
Thorash offered, eager to gauge Greywind's reaction to the mention of his
daughter.

    Greywind masked his emotions once again and replied, "I must remember to
look into it. It do not wish her to be inconvenienced by my shoddy work."

    Thorash chuckled lightly. "So speaks the gentleman my daughter has spoken
so fondly of. Why not look into it now?"

    "B.. but she's asleep," Greywind stammered. "I do not wish to disturb
her..."

    Thorash shook his head. "My daughter would not even notice you. She can
sleep soundly through the fiercest storm, so your presence wouldn't begin to
rouse her. Besides, I know how silently you can move through the forest, or
have you forgotten the fright you gave me yestereve?"

    Greywind recalled how he had accidentally startled Thorash while out
gathering firewood the previous night and he laughed quietly. "Alright then,
friend. I will look at it now and return tomorrow to fix whatever I find."

    "I will see you then," came the answer as Thorash stood and walked to his
bedroom. "Goodnight, Greywind."

    "Goodnight, friend," Greywind replied, taken aback by his friend's early
retiring. He stood and went straight to her door, pressing his ear firmly
against it. No sound was heard so he lifted the latch and tiptoed inside.
Being careful not to look at her sleeping form, he walked to the window and
inspected the shutters. One of the hinges appeared to be loose so he gripped
the latch and lifted slightly. "Sure enough," he whispered to himself, "this
hinge needs tightening."

    "As I thought it might," came a soft voice from behind him. He wheeled
around and saw Chakyna perched on the foot of her bed, looking at him with a
bright smile. The front of the loose gown she wore dipped down just past the
tops of her breasts and Greywind's breathing caught as he saw the small
pendant she wore nestled between them. She smiled at his rapt attention and
pulled the pendant from her cleavage, holding it in her hand. "Beautiful,
isn't it?" she asked with a saucy grin.

    "It is," he replied. "A wild rose, yes?"

    The faintest trace of a frown crossed her face before she giggled merrily.
"You have good eyes, sir. This was a gift from mother to replace the one I
used to wear."

    Greywind picked out the slight sadness in her voice and asked, "The one
before held special meaning for you?"

    "It did," she replied sadly. "It was a small carved heart, given to me by
my grandmother before she died. I wore it constantly until one day I found the
cord it was on had worn through without my knowledge. I never was able to find
it again." Her eyes became misty and she walked to him. "Have you ever lost
your heart, Greywind?"

    The words cut through him like the sharpest blade as he suddenly realized
her closeness. "N.. no, I haven't," he replied, his mind reeling.

    "A terrible feeling," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him.
He stood frozen, unable to move as she breathed into his ear, "Help me find it
again."

    With a quick thought he cast a cantrip back towards the window. A second
later a faint scratching was heard against the shutters. Greywind tore himself
from her grasp and said, "What was that?"

    "I heard nothing!" she said.

    "But I did," he replied, walking quickly to the shutters. He pressed his
ear against them and pretended to listen for a moment before racing towards
the door, saying, "Some animal, perhaps. I will go check."

    "But...,"  she started.

    "Go back to sleep and don't worry," he interrupted. "I will be back
tomorrow to fix your window. Good night." With this he raced out the door and
out of the house, bounding over to the forest edge in three rapid heartbeats.
He turned and watched as Chakyna opened her window and called out softly, "Why
do you keep running away, Greywind? Why?" His head bowed guiltily and suddenly
he was aware of another sound - faint crying. Without looking back to her, he
raced at top speed back to his clearing.

    Reaching it at last, his mind raced as he wondered how he could ease her
sadness. A sudden inspiration struck him and he picked up a piece of
sandalwood he had gathered for firewood. Whipping out his knife, he quickly
lopped off the end of the stick and started to carve furiously. Upon
finishing, he held the piece up and inspected it before casting it away with a
groan of disgust. Cutting another piece off the stick, he started over and
when he was done he looked over the small heart which rested on his quivering
palm. Fashioning a small loop out of a thin nail, he attached the newly-
created pendant to a thin cord braided with fine silver wire. Winding the cord
around the heart quickly, he chittered loudly. A squirrel called out angrily
from the tree before him and he chittered again, apologizing for the late
hour. The squirrel relented and quickly ran down to him and he picked it up
before bounding off through the forest back to the cottage.

    Stopping in his former hiding spot, he was overjoyed to see Chakyna still
looking out her window. Placing the squirrel on the ground, he handed the
bundle to it and chattered an instruction. The squirrel picked up the gift
carefully in its mouth and scurried over to the window. It squeaked once to
get her attention and Chakyna looked down then quickly backed away from the
window, frightened by the squirrel's sudden appearance. It leaped up onto the
windowsill and deposited the gift. Without pausing it turned and bounded back
to the woods.

    Chakyna slowly returned to the sill and examined the bundle closely before
picking it up. She unraveled the cord and gasped loudly as she saw the heart
pendant. "Greywind!" she whispered. Slipping the cord over her head, she swept
her hair out with her arm and looked down happily at the small brown heart
hanging between her breasts. Looking back out towards the forest, she cried
out, "Thank you! Oh thank you, my dear Greywind!"

    Smiling proudly, he blushed and bounded back to his clearing, her happy
shout still ringing in his ears.

    *                             *                             *

    Greywind heard her shout once again, now, almost a week past. His eyes
widened as he realized, "It's the mystic's doing!"

    In response to his thought, the mystic tossed the discarded heart into the
air, whereupon it burst into a bright cloud of powder which glowed in the
moonlight. Slowly the cloud thickened until it formed an oblong patch which
hung motionless in the air. The mystic threw back his hood, revealing a thin
wisp of long graying hair. In a startlingly clear voice, he called out, "The
giver of gifts should know the full effect upon the one so honoured." With a
wave of his hands, an image slowly formed within the patch, one Greywind had
seen before.

    "It's Chakyna!" he thought. "Exactly as I saw her that night!"

    The view changed, following her inside through the window as she slowly
walked back to her soft bed. She ran her hand lightly over the small heart and
continued to smile fondly. "He does care!" he heard her whisper joyously. "I
knew he did! I just knew it!" Her hand trailed over to her breast and lightly
brushed over the thin fabric covering her nipple. It popped erect and she
moaned softly. Laying back upon her bed, she brought both hands up and cupped
her breasts, squeezing them lightly. "Oh Greywind, I need you so much," she
almost whined as she thumbed her nipples. "Come to me, my love."

    Greywind gasped as he watched the scene unfold before him. "She loves me?"
he breathed. The thought lingered a moment and suddenly he wondered, "Perhaps
that's it. Maybe I love her as well!" He pondered a moment longer before his
mind was abruptly swept clean by what he saw next. Chakyna pulled the gown
upwards slowly, revealing her shapely legs. The young woman's breathing
deepened as her private treasures were revealed to the cool night air.
Greywind almost fell from his perch as he stared at the faint silvery wisp of
hair between her thighs, barely covering the hidden cleft of her sex. Gripping
the branch tightly, his own breathing quickened as her firm breasts were
uncovered. The gown was pulled over her head and quickly discarded as her
hands trailed upwards, her fingers brushing over her thighs to her tight belly
and on to her breasts again. Her left hand lightly massaged her nipple while
her right hand ran over the small heart pendant.

    "Dear, sweet Greywind," she breathed huskily as her right hand moved down
to rest upon her silver-furred mound. "Take me, my love. Claim me as your
own." She rubbed her mound firmly and moaned loudly as her legs spread wide.

    "This is it!" Greywind's mind rejoiced. "The mystery is about to be
revealed!"

    Instead, the riddle intensified as he was introduced to his first full
view of her sex. Very small and a delicate pink, it offered no clues as to its
purpose. Her fingers reached down slowly and the lips magically parted at her
touch, blossoming like a flower before him. Her gathering wetness glistened in
the faint moon-glow as her index finger traced the outline of this enchanted
place. Her moaning increased as her finger ran up through the slit, sliding
effortlessly up and down. Greywind's manhood throbbed almost painfully but he
failed to notice it as he stared at her ministrations. The tip of her finger
stopped on a small lump of flesh near the top of her slit and she gasped as
her legs quivered rapidly and her left hand firmly squeezed her breast. She
rubbed the nubbin slowly and started to grind her hips upon the bed, tossing
her head back and forth as her eyes squeezed shut and she cried out, "Now
Greywind! Take me *now*!"

    Her finger lifted off her sex and quickly shifted downward. It started to
press into her and she and Greywind moaned simultaneously. The finger slowly
disappeared inside her until it was completely buried within. It pulled back
out slowly before plunging back inside. Her eyes screwed shut and she cried
out in pure ecstasy as her slender body rocked in pleasure. Her left hand
raced to the lump she had massaged earlier and she rubbed it furiously as her
finger continued to pump in and out of her rapidly. She cried out in unbridled
joy and her body thrashed about violently before stiffening and then falling
limp. Her soaked hands lifted slowly to cup her breasts and she purred,
"Greywind, my dearest love...," before drifting off to sleep.

    Greywind watched as the image faded and he wondered frantically, "What
have I just seen? I wished answers and now have more questions than I can
bear!"

    The mystic's head shook sadly and he called out, "The eyes see but the
heart does not perceive." The image returned, showing Chakyna's clothed form
laying upon the bed. "To see from the heart of another is to understand," the
voice rang out and the picture changed.

    Greywind's eyes bulged as he saw himself suddenly standing naked beside
her bed, looking down at her with a look of undisguised longing. His hands
reached for her, pulling her gown off of her gorgeous body then squeezing her
breasts gently. She moaned loudly at his soft touch and reached for him,
running her hands over his muscular arms. Pulling him to her, their lips met
and shared a light kiss before it grew in intensity. Her arms wrapped around
his back and she gasped in delight as his lips traveled down her cheek and
neck, finally reaching her sensitive nipples. His tongue flashed out and
swiped at the coral bud, drawing a lusty moan from her. Taking the nipple into
his mouth, he suckled the breast passionately as his hand slowly ran across
her smooth skin down over her belly to her mound. Her legs spread wide for his
questing hand and he quickly cupped her sex and squeezed it carefully.

    "Take me, my love," she purred, pushing his head downward gently. "Claim
me as your own."

    Greywind recognized her words and suddenly he was aware of their meaning.
"She was dreaming of *me* while she did this!" he whispered to himself. "I am
seeing the event through her eyes, through her *mind*." He watched as her
dreamed Greywind positioned himself between her milky-white thighs and leaned
in to nuzzle at her sex. His tongue extended and licked at her, gently at
first but then with increasing vigor. Her moaning intensified as he
concentrated on the small erect lump of flesh Greywind had seen her massage
before. Her thighs quivered violently and she cried out, "Now Greywind! Take
me *now*!"

    "The words again," Greywind whispered, concentrating fully on the image
before him. He watched as her dream lover sat up and stroked his erect manhood
slowly across her steaming wetness before pressing it into her slowly. "Its
purpose revealed," Greywind whispered in awe as he watched 'his' length sink
slowly into Chakyna's panting body. It sank slowly until fully engulfed, then
withdrew with the same agonizing slowness. Greywind could see it glistening in
the faint moonlight as it reappeared, covered in her ample juices. His hand
instinctively rubbed his own erection through the front of his leggings and he
moaned softly. His moan was matched by the phantom couple he watched as his
double's movements quickened, driving his gleaming shaft in and out of her
with long, fluid strokes. His hand reached up and lightly stroked the erect
nubbin atop her sex and she shrieked in pleasure. Grasping him tightly, she
screamed as her lithe body trembled beneath him and suddenly the pair
stiffened and cried out together. All movement ceased for a score of their
rapid heartbeats and Greywind watched as his fantasy twin lay next to her and
held her close. She purred, "Greywind, my dearest love...," stroking his
tangled hair.

    "I love you, my dearest Chakyna, now and always," he replied. They
snuggled together and drifted off to sleep as the scene slowly faded. The
colours on the magical screen suddenly flared and with a mighty roar leapt off
the screen and shot into Greywind's body. His mind was suddenly filled with
the answers he had sought so desperately - Chakyna's love, knowledge of their
bodies, the mysteries of life itself. "I understand," he whispered in shock.
"I now know the path." Without thinking he dropped down out of the tree,
landing beside the mystic. His sparkling blue eyes regarded Greywind
thoughtfully and without a word he nodded, smiling proudly. Greywind turned
and sped off through the forest. The magical screen crumbled into powder and
scattered across the ground as the mystic donned his hood once again and
slowly walked back across clearing the way he had come. Reaching the bushes,
his cloaked body shimmered and disappeared without a trace.

    *                             *                             *

    Greywind burst from the forest and scanned the field between him and the
house. Catching sight of someone laying in the field, his heart leapt as he
realized it was her. His feet propelled him to her swiftly and silently, so
much so that she cried out in fear when he knelt beside her.

    "Greywind!" she gasped. "What are you...?"

    "I have come," he panted.

    "But why?" she asked. "Is something wrong?"

    Greywind shook his head quickly and smiled. Reaching for her, he ran his
hand over the front of her thin blouse. Stopping over the heart pendant she
wore, his eyes locked with hers and he intoned, "I love you, my dearest
Chakyna, now and always."

    Her eyes widened and stared into his as she recalled the last thing her
dream lover had always said to her. "You do?" she breathed, not daring to
believe him too soon.

    "Now and always," he repeated softly, taking her into his strong arms and
kissing her trembling lips gently. With a squeal of joy she hugged him
fiercely as the night wrapped around them. The moon smiled down upon the
lovers as a pair of twinkling blue eyes joined in their shared laughter.

    "It is good," the mystic thought with a smile.

                                      FIN

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- First lines from and story inspired by the song 'Man of Spells' by Tony
  Banks (The Fugitive - Atlantic 80071-4)

- Chakyna is pronounced (shah-KI-na)

- Shrilahr is pronounced (SHREE-lar)

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