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Related article: Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2010 07:07:15 EDT From: BertMcKaol.com Subject: Crystal Throne 11THE CRYSTAL THRONE by Bert McKenzie Copyright 2010Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person alive or dead is coincidental and unintentional.CHAPTER XI The sensation was like falling from a very high cliff. He tumbled for what seemed to be hours without ever reaching the bottom. Opening his eyes, all Scott could see was a swirling mass of colors. Everything was smeared together and blended, like looking at an extremely magnified view of an artist's paint palette. Unfortunately, it all kept moving. He quickly shut his eyes and tried to fight back the sexy preteens models vertigo. After a time, he knew no preteen nude strip more. * * * The sun was shining brightly pert preteen on his face. Scott could feel the gentle breeze brushing over him. He was lying on his back in what felt like grass. He thought he must have been asleep for hours and had awakened in his own back yard. He slowly opened his eyes, but was blinded by the bright sunlight shining down on his face. Squinting against the light, Scott tried to raised his hand to shield his eyes, but realized that he couldn't feel his arms. At first panic set in, then he realized they were asleep from being pinned under the weight of his preteen beach nudes body. His hands were still cuffed behind his back. Trying to sit up was extremely awkward and painful. His entire body ached, as though he had been through a great physical ordeal. The use of his hands to help push was out of indian preteen girl the question. Scott rolled onto his side and finally managed to work himself into a sitting position. Slowly, he could feel life coming back into his shoulders with shooting bolts of fire coursing down his arms. He looked around and tried to survey his back yard. For the first time since waking, Scott began to realize that he was no longer in his porn preteen 13 familiar back yard. He appeared to be sitting under a large oak tree, similar to the one he knew from home, but the tree was located in the middle of a grassy field. He was sitting under the only tree for miles around, an oasis surrounded by gently rolling hills covered with prairie grass. In the far distance he could make out the shadow of mountains on the horizon. He might have been in eastern Colorado for all he knew. Scott managed to move back into the shade of the tree and prop himself against its rough trunk. He thought back on the events of the preceding night. Slowly he remembered the bizarre happenings at his house, the glowing statue, the struggle with the police, Robin holding the statue non nude preteenl up in the middle of the fairy circle, his being pushed into the circle by the policeman who was trying preteen tpg boards to apprehend him. Robin! The thought suddenly occurred to him that he must have followed Robin into another world. But if so, where was his friend. Scott managed to stand up and look around. He was the only living being in miles, and there was no sign russian preteengirls pics that anyone else had ever been there before him. Dropping back down heavily onto the grass, Scott began to feel the fear of his isolation. He was lost and alone in a strange wilderness with no food or shelter. He was also handcuffed so that he couldn't even use his arms. This was definitely not his idea of a fairy land. His first goal was to make himself more comfortable and to gain at least a partial use of his hands. Trying a technique he had once seen in a cops and robbers movie, Scott worked his hands down beneath his bottom and pulled his wrists below his legs until he could step over the handcuffs and through his arms. Once successful, he at least sexy breast preteens had his hands in front of his body instead of behind his back, and the muscles began to ache with relief from this more natural position. His next goal was to find food, shelter, or help to obtain these, and he wasn't going to get it by sitting under a tree. Rising again to his feet, Scott started off in the direction of the mountains for lack of a better place to go. * * * Clive had been out foraging for hours. He had successfully filled his basket with edible roots and berries, but it was not the kind of food he was craving. What he wouldn't give to have some of his mother's home cooking now. Unfortunately, she was a long day's journey away in the western edge of the great wood. He had left his comfortable home to search for adventure in the wilderness. Now all he longed for was the peace and quiet of home, but he couldn't go back in defeat. He had to have at least one adventure to tell. He had to have a tale that would impress the girl that would be his mate. She wouldn't fall in love with the story of how he found berries to sustain himself. He had just turned to retrace his steps back to his temporary shelter when there was a tremendous crashing of branches. Something was falling through the tightly packed trees, falling from overhead and coming down directly on the spot where he stood. Clive quickly jumped out of the way of the dark object that bounced off a nearby limb and crashed into the thick underbrush. He paused in frozen stillness until he was sure that the object was not moving and not going to attack him. Then overcome with curiosity, he gingerly picked his way toward the tangled vegetation into which it had fallen. Upon closer examination, the object appeared to be a body. It was dressed in a peculiar fashion in dark blue cloth and was lying in the weeds face down. Clive waited a moment to make sure that it was not going to move, and then he reached out to turn the body over. Gasping in astonishment, Clive discovered that the body was his boyhood friend Robin, apparently in bad shape after falling through the trees. As gently as he german preteen bodies could, he tried to arrange his old friend's body in a more comfortable position, and then hurried off to find some water. Returning as quickly as possible, Clive found Robin in the sexy free preteen same position, and apparently unconscious or dead. He felt for the life tide at the throat, and detected a faint pulse. At least his friend was alive for the moment. He ripped a piece of cloth from the oddly fashioned jerkin Robin was wearing, and asian preteen password moistened it with water from the flask he had just filled. As gently as possible, he bathed the scrapes and cuts on his friend's face, and wiped the dirt from him. Having cleaned what wounds he could see, he placed the damp cloth across his friend's forehead and waited for life signs to return. It was becoming dark in the forest and still Robin had not stirred. Clive was beginning to grow apprehensive. There were several forest cats that hunted by night, and they would enjoy finding such easy prey. As gently as he could, Clive picked up his friend and started down an old game trail in the direction of his temporary shelter. Upon reaching the tree in which he had constructed his den, he had to drape Robin over his shoulder in order to be able to climb. The dead weight of his friend combined with the fact that Robin was quite a bit larger than he, made the simple ascent a difficult challenge. The den that Clive had constructed was little more than a large platform caught between two sturdy parallel limbs of an old forest giant. At one end was a small area holding an A-frame structure built from branches and covered over with large leaves. It was just barely large enough to hold one person thongs preteen nude lying down. Inside this, Clive positioned Robin on a bed preteen ru model of soft ferns, and replaced the moistened cloth on his head. He then retired to the porch of his shelter to meditate as the stars coursed their spiral journey through the heavens. The morning brought Robin on a return to the world. His mind journey finished, he opened his eyes and saw the inside of the crudely fashioned den. He lay still for a time to gather his thoughts. At last he heard someone moving quietly nearby and decided to call out for help. "Water," was the only word that managed to escape his lips. Clive was instantly at his side with the small flask. Partially refreshed by the life giving fluid, he attempted to communicate again. "Where?" he managed. preteen brazillian nonude "You are safe. You are in my den in the great wood," Clive reassured him. "Do you know how you reached this place?" he asked as he offered another sip from his flask. Robin looked up into two emerald green eyes set in a pleasant face. The tousled hair and nut brown skin slowly took german preteen bodies on a familiar shape. "Clive?" he said as recognition of his boyhood friend filtered into his still clouded mind. "My friend," Robin gasped as he tried to sit up. "Stay still," Clive ordered. "You have injuries, many of which I may not be able to preteen non hnude know. I shall find a healer for you." "No," Robin said, grasping his friend's wrist. "I shall live. Leave me not." The effort to speak had drained what sexy preteens models little strength he had, causing him to fall back on the soft ferns. "I shall stay if you wish. But you must rest. I shall go find us nourishment and drink. I shall not be gone long. While I am away, you must not move." Clive picked up the empty flask and crawled out of the low roofed preteen cp portals den. He rapidly set preteens sex party off on his newly marked sky trails toward the nearest forest fountain. * * * preteen ru model The hours seemed to last forever. Scott had walked for what must have been miles in the heat of the day. He had lost sight of the tree quite some time ago, but the blue shadows on the horizon appeared no nearer. At first the activity of walking brought him some comfort, just for the fact that he was taking some action. But as the day wore on, and he was assailed by thirst and exhaustion, it became more and more difficult to keep going. Forcing his feet to take one more step took his entire concentration when all he longed for was to lie face down in the tall grass and sleep. Scott marked his progress by the movement of the sun in the sky. It was rapidly approaching the horizon on his left. He had kept a constant focus on the distant mountains and knew that he must be traveling in one direction, north. With the coming of the evening, the heat of the day dissipated and was replaced by a chill breeze from the east. It did much to cool him, but nothing to assuage his hunger and thirst. Finally, certain that he could make no further progress, Scott collapsed on the ground and sat watching the magnificently colored sunset. Darkness rapidly covered the landscape causing the mountains to disappear. Scott knew he could go no further until the next morning for fear of wandering in circles in the dark, now that he had nothing to focus on. He preteen brazillian nonude looked at the sky, trying to recognize the north star as a guide, but none of the constellations looked familiar. Of course, he had never actually studied astronomy, but he could at least spot the Big and Little Dippers, if they were there. But they were not to be seen. The fact that the stars were different seemed to indicate to Scott that he might indeed be on some planet other than Earth. For if surely he was on the same planet, then the same stars must be overhead. Suddenly he came pre teen fingering to the realization that the overhead sky might actually be the southern hemisphere. He was totally unfamiliar with the way it looked. That thought was at least reassuring. He may have only been transported thousands of miles instead of billions. As he pondered these questions, he noticed a brightness in the east. Gradually the preteen ru model full moon rose above the horizon. It appeared just the same as it always had, even down to the human-like face depicted in its shadowed crater patterns. Scott laid back in the grass and gazed at the brilliant night sky. He had never seen one so full of stars. Their light even seemed to rival that of the bright moon. He had never had an opportunity to see such a spectacular view from inside the city. It was truly a glorious work of nature. He allowed himself to relax as he gazed up into the limitless depths of space. Soon he felt totally calm and at peace, and drifted into a free preteen movies sound sleep. The singing had awakened him. As he opened his eyes, he first thought it was still a part of the beautiful dream he was having. He and Robin were sitting on a grassy hillside listening to a group of oddly dressed men singing in a peeing on preteen strange language. It gave him a profound sense of peace and security. As he sat up, he realized that the music was non nude preteenl real. It was coming from somewhere close by. Looking around, Scott spotted what appeared to be a ring of greenish golden light on the next rise some distance away. He could see movement and shadows silhouetted against the glow and heard the voices coming from that direction on the wind. They were singing, but he could not make out the words. Scott stood and began to walk in the good models preteen direction of the light. His body resisted his attempts to move, but gradually the pain in his legs subsided and he headed down the sloping ground and into a small valley separating him from the rise on which he had spotted the moving shadows. As the rolling landscape began to rise again he glimpsed the light much brighter and much closer. He quickened his pace and started up the hill toward the music. As if someone had turned off a switch, the light vanished and the sound faded to silence. All he could hear was the buzzing hum of crickets in the night. He stood quietly for a moment and wondered if he had in fact dreamed the whole event. Suddenly he fell to his knees, something having impacted on the back of his legs. He tried to stand free preteen images again, but was pushed face down into the grass by an unseen weight on his back. It was a person who asian preteen password quickly wrapped a strip of cloth around his head, blindfolding his eyes. He was then dragged into a standing position and pushed forward. Many voices were talking excitedly close by him, but he did not recognize the language. It had an odd, musical lilt to it, but it didn't sound like anything he had ever heard before. After a time he was shoved back onto the ground, and many more voices surrounded him. The voices gradually faded, as if the people were moving away from him. Then the singing returned. He must be a prisoner of the group of people he had first spotted in the distance. He sat quietly in the darkness and listened to the relaxing music for a time, and then finally drifted back again into sleep. The sun was up and had been for some time when Scott woke to the sounds of strange voices. They seemed to be addressing him in an interrogatory manner, but he still could not understand the words. Someone grasped the short chain on his handcuffs and pulled him up from the ground. He then felt hands pulling at the material wrapped around his eyes and soon the blindfold was tugged away. He was dazzled by the bright sunlight for a moment, but as his eyes rapidly adjusted he saw that he was in the middle of a large group of oddly dressed men and women. They all wore what appeared to be Roman or Greek tunics, all of a uniformly red color. As he looked about he saw they were breaking camp, taking down tents and packing large bundles on a group of horses that stood nearby. One of the men was apparently attempting to communicate with him, and was asking him questions in the same foreign tongue. The man was shorter than Scott and much stouter in build than any of the other tunic clad folks. His skin had a slightly sex lesbian preteen reddish tinge, as if he might have American porn preteen 13 Indian blood in his ancestry. The man's soft brown hair was shaggy and chopped off just above the shoulders. As he addressed Scott he seemed to get more and more frustrated by the lack of response, preteen bbs lol but Scott could only shake his head in dismay. The man that had questioned him finally turned away and called to another of the strange group. This one appeared taller and fairer skinned with long, flowing, golden hair. He was an inch or so taller than Scott and seemed to tower over the short, stocky little man who had been questioning him. The tall one's thin frame compared with his partner made the two men resemble an other worldly attempt at a comedy team. Actually, the pale skinned features of the tall blond reminded Scott of Robin except for the eyes. They were an intense blue that almost bordered on aquamarine. Scott had never seen eyes that color before. He suddenly remembered the stories that his friend had told him, and realized that he must be in the middle of a caravan of merchant elves. He had indeed made it to the other world. But where was Robin. He should also have been here. The tall, fair skinned elf came over and discussed something with the shorter merchant. He then turned to Scott and reached his hands out, grasping his head and placing the index and middle finger of each hand on Scott's temples. Their eyes locked together and the elf's burning stare seemed to reach to his innermost thoughts. Scott could feel questions forming in his mind. At first he thought they came from his own imagination, but gradually he realized he was being contacted by some strange form of telepathy. "Who are you preteen hardcore young and why are you spying on us?" the question flashed through his conscious. He tried to speak, but could not move. "Relax and think of the answers to my questions," the inner voice said. Scott tried to relax and form the words in his mind, as if speaking inside. "I am lost in your world and am trying to find my friend. I did not mean to spy on anything." "You are from the land of humans. You are forbidden to enter this world. Why have you come?" the thoughts continued. "I am looking for my friend. He is from this world and has just returned. I tried to follow him." "Who is your friend? Think about your friend." Scott tried to conjure up a mental image of Robin. He imagined his face, the gentle smile, the golden curls, even the glistening tear that trickled down the side of his face as they lay in bed together two days before. Scott realized that tears were coming to his own eyes at the thought cutest preteen model of his missing companion. The elf who was touching him quickly drew back, as if shocked by what he saw. He turned and rapidly spoke in the strange language to the other man who was standing nearby. They grabbed Scott by the arms and quickly headed for the one tent that was still standing. Inside the tent were a number of large woven baskets. The taller of the two elves began rummaging through the contents of one of preteen fuck sex the largest of these containers. Finally finding what he had sought, he returned to Scott's side carrying a small vial. He motioned for Scott to be seated on a small folding stool. Then taking the vial, the elf removed the cork and sprinkled the contents into the palm of his hand. It appeared to be some form of oil that glistened and sparkled with prismatic colors. Dipping his index finger into the pool of oil, the elf reached out and anointed the side of Scott's head, directly behind his right ear. asian preteen password He then dipped his finger in the oil again and repeated the process anointing the left ear. He then stepped back and spoke. "Can you understand my words?" he asked in fluent English. "You speak English?" Scott asked in surprise and relief. The fair skinned man only shook his head. "If you understand what I tell you, I must explain my actions. This is the chrism of communication, a rare and priceless liquor. It contains powerful magic from the olden days," he explained. "You shall understand the speech of Tuatha. However, for us to understand the speech of your world I must anoint your lips." He then dipped his finger for a third time in the glistening oil and touched it to Scott's mouth. On the sides of his head the oil felt only like cold water, however, when it touched his lips it stung like thorns. Scott flinched at the feeling and started to reach for his mouth to wipe away the offending fluid. "Touch it not," the man commanded, intercepting his hands. "The unpleasantness shall pass. It only burns because our language is so much more complicated than yours. Try to speak." "What should I say," Scott asked in English. He realized that he had not used any strange words, but spoke the same way he always had, only now the two elves seemed to understand what he was saying. "Who was it that shackled you?" the shorter of the two asked him. "Did you meet any of the blue guard?" Scott realized they were referring to his handcuffs. "I guess you could say it was the boys in blue," he replied. The taller of the two reached out and tapped the metal bracelets in much the same way Robin had two nights before. Once again they opened and dropped to the ground as if never locked. "We are breaking camp for we feared you were a spy and may have revealed our location. Come, we shall talk while we search for a new place," the tall one said. With that, the two elves escorted Scott from the tent german preteen bodies and out into the sun.
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