She ran. Hard and fast. She ran. She had to. She could feel him closing in on her. She could see the Black Magick spiralling out around her.She could taste his Desire, his Hunger. She knew what he wanted. She'd known all her life what he wanted. He wanted her. To possess her, feed from her, to kill her. Yes, she knew this. SO she ran. In front of her she could see the magick running. The Magick of the Forest and the Trees. The earthy Browns and Greens. All of it. Running just like her. She could hear it. The Magick was calling to her. In words she could hear but not understand. Caution. Encouragement. But most of all, RUN! So she ran. She was so tired, so very tired. She wanted to stop, to rest. But she couldn't. Magick cheered her on. Gave her Strength. Gave her Courage. She couls see it, feel it, pulsing around her. In time with her footfalls and her heart beat. And so she ran. Wait! Magick was changing. It was flowing, running faster than she could. She tried to keep up, but failed. "Wait!" she cried out, but Magick was gone. She was alone. No. She wasn't' alone. She could feel the Black spirals growing closer. She knew what that meant. He was still there. Still chasing. Still wanting. Still needing. So she ran. The sweat poured down her forehead, stinging her eyes. Down her back and between her rounded breasts ti ran. She heard him now. In her head. His soft, silky voice n her head, talking to her. Entreating her to stop, to let him make her forever his. She ran. Holding her hands to her ears, trying to block him out. She knew it wouldn't matter. He was too close. Too strong. She couldn't' waste her energy to block him out. She needed it to run. All to run. He spoke again. Soft things. Intimate things that made her blush. She ran. Closed her eyes and ran. She screamed. She felt herself falling, pain shooting up her leg from her nakle. She put her sweaty palms forward to catch herself, to try and brace her fall. The met eith the smooth moss that covered the Forest floor. They slipped. She fell, her chin hitting the ground hard. Her vision darkened. She lost her lead. Her precious lead. No need to run. He would get her soon. But she had to. She had to run. She tried to stand. She tried to run. She screamed again, the pain too much for her. She felt herself falling. Falling. She twisted and landed on her back. She was resigned. He'd caught her. She pulled her ankle to her chest, trying to heal it. She could see the Black Magick comign towards her. Could feel it trying to pull her closer to him. His voice was back in her ears. He was laughing at her. Mocking her. She screamed and brought her hands to her ears, closing her eyes, trying to block his laughter, his voice repeating over and over, "I've won. I've won. You're mine. Mine."

"NOOOOOO!!!!!" She opened her eyes, preparing for the worst. For the pain to come and end her life. Up above her she could see it. A swirling pool of Black Magick. It was changing forms, shifting. IT grew worse. She wished she could close her eyes. Btu she ocudln't. all she could see was the Black Magick. It was becoming sprials of barbed wire. Spiraling down. Down Down towards her. It was going to pierce her. Her skin. Her Heart. Claim her for his use. She braced herself. Shut her eyes. Waited for the pain to come. It never came. Only the Darkness. Blessed safety. Blessed Darkness. She could hear him no longer.

She was groggy, drugged. Her eyes lids hurt. They were heavy. She didn't want to open them for fear of what she'd see. What she'd find. But she did. She opened them and to her surprise and pleasure, the Forest was gone. The Darkness was gone. The Black Magick was gone. She was in a beautiful meadow. Magick was again flowing aroudn her. Pastels and Brilliant colours. All flowing around her head. The sound of Birds and Water filled her ears, her head. Magick was singing. Singing for her. She sang along.

"Why did you run from me, Daughter?" his voice. He hadn't left her after all. His deep silky voice interupted her happiness. Her Song. She turned but could not find him, could not see where he had called to her from. Thinking she imagined it, she turned again, amazed to find no pain in her ankle. She began to Sing again. Singing with Magick, the Birds and the Water. Suddenly, all Song stopped but hers. She Sang. Not knowing it stopped, not caring. She ws Free. Free. The word never meant so much to he before as it did now.

"I'll ask you gain. Why do you run from me, Daughter? You know that you are to be mine." His voice was distant, almost as if he were not there, but still in her mind.

"No. I'm not to be yours. You'll never win me for yours. I am too wise to be yours. Too swift to be yours. I'll beat you. I have beaten you."

"My daughter," his voice was nearer now, closer to her. She stood frozen with a mix of fear and anticipation. She knew what this was all about. He still wanted her. Desired her as his. "My Daughter, you know that I am not beaten. You know that I have not yet let you win, nor have I let myself be defeated." He was right behind her now, she could hear him close to her, feel his breath on her neck. His hand slid around her slim waist, pulling her back to him. Her soft body moulded against his hard one. He whispered in her ear, his voice a gentle carress that forced her to close her eyes in anticipation and desire. "you know that you wish to be mine, why deny what your body tells you that you want? You need?"" As he spoke, his hands roamed her body in very familiar gestures. The plam of one hand travelling upwards, cupping and caressing her rounded breasts until he brought her pink nipples to hard buds. He squeezed them, pinched them until she gasped in pleasure. Meanwhile, his other hand was softly carressing her stomach, thighs and buttocks. He pulled her back closer to him, pressing her buttocks against his hard, lean thighs. "You know that you want what I can offer you, my Daughter. Life. I can offer you Life like you've never had it before." His breath was warm on her cheek, his voice beguiling, tempting in her ear. His hands roaming her body, moving ever so slowly over her, teasing her, taunting her, bringing reaction that she neither wanted or wanted to stop. He pressed his hips against hers, bringing his thighs forward to meet hers, his loins to meet her buttocks. He needed her. She could feel that now. He watned to take her. Possess her. Right there. Amidst all the Beauty. Amidst Magick. NO! she couldn't' allow that. His tongue and lips sought her neck, earlobe, shoulders. He was seducing her, flicking his long tongue over her breasts as he leaned her backwards into his chest, leaned her backwards so he could license his hands to rove up and under her long skirt. His smooth hands, strong hands carressing, fondling her thighs, the apex of hair at their juncture. She was falling again, but this time, she could not catch herself, did not want to catch herself. The fall was too sweet too well liked. Wait! Magick was screaming. She could hear it. It was telling her to stop, to not let him claim her. He had her laid down, she was naked now. His words had ceased long ago, he let his hands talk for him. He was moving up above her, she knew because he blocked the light from her eyes. His tongue flicking over her breasts, her nipples. Bringing the buds higher with a piercing plesure that took her breath away each time he licked. Nibbled, suckled on them. Her mind was hazy, she could no longer think correctly. His strong hands were touching, carressing probing where they had never done so before. No man's hands had ever done so before. Magick was screamign at her. Telling her to wake up. To Run. No, she couldn't run. Wouldn't run. She had enough running for now. She was going to stay. She had to stay. It was her Job to serve as his Mate. His Pleasure. His Desire. And it was hers too. Her Desire. Her Pleasure that brought her here., to let his hands roam her body freely. To let him take her here, now, on the peaceful Meadow while the brilliant Magick stood and watched. Wait! Magick was crying now. Crying for it's lost Champion. Lost Goddess. She had to stop. Had to stop him from claiming her body. She had to stop. But it was too good. All of it was too good. He was moving over top of her now, pushing his knee up between her thighs, his voice husky and rasping as he asked her, told her to open for him, to spread her legs for him and let him enter her, claim her as his. His Mate. "NO!" The scream escaped her lips and she rolled out from under him, breathing heavy and fast. Her eyes were still heavy with the lust, the need that he had caused to pulse through her veins. Magick was cheering now, but it stopped. Magick held it's breath as he rose, looking at her. The lust was gone from his eyes, replaced now with Fury and frustration.

"You still run from me, Daughter? After all that I have just shown that could be yours? You were ready for me. Why did you stop? You know that you wish to be my Mate. My Love for this Lifetime. Why do you still fight me?" His voiced lowed from his mouth, his Dark Magic spitting in sparks and fireballs in her direction. She blocked them with a shield of her own.

"I do not run. I merely fight fair. You do not. You know tht I have no experience with Men. You know that my body is still virginal and that it will remain that way until I am crowned the Queen Goddess. I am not yours. Nor shall I ever be yours. I am not your Mate. Not your playtoy to tease, seduce and feed from, and then kill. No. I am the next Queen Goddess of Halon. My name is Yonah. And I will never submit to you Hoshech. Not Ever. " She turned onher heel and began to walk from him. Began to Sing. She could no longer hear him, but she knew he was there. Watching her. She could feel him, feel his red eyes burning into her. She yelped in Pain as she fell. She was falling again. Her back hit the ground and she was in blackness again. The Blessed Blackness.

When she awoke, Yonah was laying on her back on the Forest floor. Magick was all around her, above her. Browns and Greens. Surrounding her. She sat up, wincing at the stiff pain she felt in her ankle. She bent down, took her ankle, in her hand and her hands glowed a golden color. Magick would help her here. Would help her now. Magick flowed from her hand to her ankle, healing it of all pain and illness. She stood. She looked around her. The Black Magick was gone. She was Free. Free. She ran to her palace, her home. The safety of her mother's arms, the safety of her home. She ran. She ran. And she would run until she was safe from him. Magick would be her guide. She didn't know how long it would be until then. Until he was Dead or chose another Mate. So She ran. And Ran. And Magick would be her guide.

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