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The rain poured down as the woman lie there in agony, screaming with the pains of labor. Her eyes roll back as finally the child is born. "Its a boy, m' lady," the midwife says in joy, "Wait another come. PUSH!". The woman wrenches down again, gritting her teeth as the second child makes its way into the world. The midwife gasps in terror to see the child tangled in his own cord.

"I'm sorry Lady, he didn't make it."



Years pass by and the boy grows into a sprouting youth his daylight hours spent with his father in the woods training to be a scout as his father had always dreamed, his nights haunted by a pale version of himself in his dreams. In one such dream the boy stands face to face with this mirror and listens to it whisper "you may have kept this world in the dark about me but Im not 'dead'.. Im still as much a part of you as when we were in our mothers stomach." He looks into the eyes of his sibling and sees the fires that burn the copies soul. "Im coming back , and you will feel my pain!"



The boy wakes in a cold sweat to see his mother in tears sitting at his side. "It was but a dream m' love nothing more."



The boy hesitates at her words , then why the tears mother, did I talk in my sleep?"



"NO! your weak whimpers made me fear your death upon you"



"mama,"the youth whispers as he holds his mom comfortingly "Do I have a brother? Who is Venox? Is he my twin brother?"



"We have talked about this before. You had no twin."



"Than why dose he haunt me dreams?"



"We shall talk more in the morning love. Get some rest." She blows the candles out and steps out the room, locking the door behind her as she has since his birth.



The next morning the young boy rises with the sun like he has since he can remember. His bare feet hit the cold stone floor of his fathers manor and he stretches his hands out to the sides rocking up on his toes. His cotton undergarment tied in front and around his knees is a pale cream color. His hair as blonde as the wheat fields down the road, hangs lightly past his gemstone green eyes. Cheeks that seem to be carved of stone highlight his thin jaw line that could be that of an elf. His body, thin and wiry, is so pale for one who roams the country all through the days. He is tall for his age but has been for most of his years.



He runs over to the window and throws open the drapes. "Finally my first hunt. My father will be so happy" he whispers to himself. At the age of twelve a young ones first test as a Scout is the most trying. It is the first hunt and a deer or fox simply shall not due, for their hunt is a creature far more dangerous. It is a creature hard to take down for most believe that they are already dead, a Nagga. This creature is a snake like beast that resides deep in the forest near the mountain of Desiy. It sleeps in the caves on the dark side of the mountain where the sun rarely touches the ground. It is a place most dare not venture, even the scouts. Every scout must go through this test and few return with a trophy as a matter of fact few return without the assistance of a rescue party.



Corben's father Torin walks through the door silently and stands inspired by his sons ambitions. "Yes father, the day has finally arrived that you are the one to wake me and not mom", Corben states barely batting an eye. His father shocked; for not even his fellow scouts have ever been able to sense him coming in to a room.



"How in the world did you know?", the burly tree of a man asks. He is a tall man of slightly above average weight an has a short well trimmed brown beard. His hands a covered in soft brown leather as well as his feet. A shirt and trousers of modest taste cover the rest of his mass tight against his skin to keep from snagging when in the thick of the wood. His cracked lips peel back to reveal a quite pleased smile. "You are to be a great scout my son. Our prince will be pleased but no more than your mom or I."



"Dad," the boy turns to face his father, "I haven't even taken the first test. "Im a little nervous, the Nagga's are the most powerful beast in our home lands. What if..."



"No what if's my boy! Here you only ask the how's. How do you beat your opponent?"



"Don't be hit first or at all. "the boy stands strait to attention at the tone in his fathers voice.



"How do you stay alive?" pride wells up from the father to see his son so disciplined.



"Stay hidden, stay quiet, stay alert!"



"How do you take down your target?"



"With stealth, and accuracy."



"Do you remember the directions to the hunting grounds?"



"As if I have been on the trail my self father," the boy turns and smiles.



"Then you shall do fine. You are the fastest and most cunning of all the boys training. You have all the skill of ten of the princes scouts and you had the master of the scouts to train you in the ways of the scouts." the large man places a single hand on his sons shoulder and the boys side slumps under the weight. The boy hugs his dad and runs to dress himself. A knock on the door is heard throughout the manner and Torin turns. "Hurry boy we have a very long trail to run and if you want to get there before day break of tomorrow we shall be very hard pressed." he turns and leaves the room as silently as he had entered.



The attire that Corben dawns is that of a tight fitting drab cloth with a chocolate brown cape and cowl. Two belts are slung around his waist obviously longer than necessary, holding few pouches, a long dagger, ashort sword and a quiver of arrows. He then straps large padded like pieces of hard leather on his upper arms and legs. Lacing the arm guards that seat snuggly from his wrist to just past his elbows.

His boots are a soft leatherand when strapped in to place they ride tight around the low of his knee. On the out sideof his right thigh he places a funny lookin pouch that has a lacing at the top

that fits a bow that is specialy made made so it may be pulled in half.



Finally dressed and in full gear the boy strides stealthy into the front room keeping alert to the people around and attempting not to draw their attension. The room has his father, mother, and four other men that Corben knows to all be scouts. One dressed all in black with an eye patch and two long swords accross his back. Another has a simmular dress to Corben and has two small axes on his sides. The third is wearing all of the colors of nater in a patchwork over the entirety of his boddy and no weapons seem to be vissible. The final scout ,Ven is clad in a special leather armor that has small tufts of light tan cloth protruding out of the seems and all manner of blade fitting close against his body every place you look.



to be continued

The rain and fog on the windows betray the cold of the outside. A fire roaring opposite of the large cannopy bed. The room is verry large with high walls so that the ceiling rarely catches a faint glow. The walls and floor are a cold cobble stone that resembles that of a twelth century castle or rich mannor. Furr rugs cover mot of the floor with a large white one accentuating the fore of the fire place.



The bed is a massive ornatly disigned wood with a head board showing some massive creature of lore. The drapes of its cannopy are a deep crimson and just sheer enough to see sihloets of anything or one on the other side. Soft satin sheets and bedding of black and burgondy neetly covering the rather thick matress.



She sits at the foot of the bed gazing into the fire with a stare as if tracing in her mind some recent events. Her dress is a soft thin dark blue with black and silver laced trim that gently glides over her legs. A matching bodas tightly wraps around her torso pushing her bust line slightly up and forward. Her hair a long dark red

Flows like the drapes over her shoulders and hide her Briliant blue eyes.



A sudden noise at the dorr catches her attension and as the gate way between rooms unlatches and cracks open her breath quickens.

A faint familiar cent drifts through her curing any question of who is there behind the wooden barrier.



As the portal swings open there stands the figure she had caught only a glimps of any time she turned to see who lurked beside her.

A tall lean figure with short dark blonde hair. His eyes a green and brown ring of fire surrounding a pitch black chasm. His featurs are sharp and bold causing a verry dead appearence yet his movements desplay a very essance of life.



She stands gasping to finaly see the one who has stalked her for these recent weeks. "I knew it was you. The rose at the market; you handed it to me with a smile and as I looked up you were gone"



He smiles revealing two slightly longer sharp canines and a gain she gasps."Yes I am the one youve felt neer you all this time" he says pearing deep into her.



She walks slowly taward him reaching out feel the black velvet of his shirt. He gentaly places his hands in the small of her back with a look of desire in his eyes. Her want for him has long since been betrayed by her breath and slightly open lips. she finaly glances up meeting his gaze and gives into the wants she has felt all this time. She kisses him without hesitation taking into her the fealing of pasion and lust.

Her body presses up against his and his arms close around her, wrapping her in a feal of security. Her body releases even more as this is happing and one of her legs drift up his side. His hand slides down carressing her thight as he pulls her skirt slowly up and touches her soft creamy skin. She wimpers softly as he lifs her off of the stone floor constantly maintaning this kiss of desire. He walks over to the bed and sets her down on the mattress continuing to kiss her pressing his body firmly against her so that sh can feel through his trousers a firm bulge. Ripping his shirt open to reveal his chest she scratches his flesh bringin forth the crimson life givng liquor of is body. He hisses in pain and pleasrure as his back arches pulling his head away from her. she moves her head down to taste the fluid of his chest and carress her tounge around his hard nipple. He places both of her hands on his shoulders as he begins moving in to kiss her once more grinding hard against her. He begins to untie her bodas slowly then suddenly rips it to either side and begins making a trail of soft kisses down from her jaw to the soft flesh of her neck. Slowly he pierces her skin with his canines ever so slightly and pulls back once more to lick the blood of her veins off of his teeth. Massaging his tounge to hers allowing their essances to combine in a third more passionate kissherakes his hands down each side of her body.Though she tries not to allow this kiss to be broken the fealing of his fingers dragged down her body causes her back to arch and her hips to buck against him. She moans deep fealing him move down her body pulling away any clothing in his way and kissing every inch as he glides along herbiting softly here and there until finally she lie there bared to him. He tosses his shirt to the side and moves in to kiss her lips yet one more time. again he begins to manuver himself down her body kissing and teasing her flesh. she sits upright with no effort and slowly lowers herself ontthe ded again as she quivers ant writhes in plessure, his toung massaging her and lashing accross her. He wraps an arm around one leg to massgeas her as he darts his tounge deep into her. Her body jolts and jerks as the fealing of extacy overwhelms her.



She maons high and loud "Stop! I want you now.



He stands at the edge of the bed and watches as she tries to regain some controll removeing his trousers. She places her hands on his shoulders and with a kiss guidingly pulls him on top of her sliding onto him slowly. She again lets out a moan of delight to feal hi deep inside of her.



A growl rises up and fills the room and she opens her eyes scared at first then instantly relaxes realizing it is her lover that the sound resonates from.Her body quivers and flexes as the two gently pulsate together in rythm.



Rising and falling of their moans and sighs of passion fill the room as they toss and turn together raking and pawing at each others boddies over and over as more than an hour passes.



She sits above him slowly working him back and forth, her hands in his to help her to keep her balanced. Her head sways slightly though she keeps her eyes locked with his. Closing thier eyes in unison both of thier bodies quake with all the passion and extassy of the world. She falls limp (with him still inside of her) across his chet. He wraps her gently in one arm and drapes a sheet over the two with the other.



As the daylight finally creeps through the window both have fallen fast asleep, content.









Wow that took a while