The sun rose over the domes and spires of Avalon, greatest of the cities to be found in the Ancient World. The smells of wood smoke and spice hung over the market, as the merchants and travellers began their day with the haggling and trade which marked the routine of their lives. It was a beautiful spring day....a good day for adventures and magic ....

Light filtered into the chamber through gauzy curtains, spilling out over the silk cushions and pillows which were scattered about the floor. The voices from the market echoed off the tiled, frescoed walls, clear and at the same time distant. She sat on a throne of ivory, painted nails tapping gently on the elaborately carved arm, her honeytanned skin contrasting sharply with the surface on which she sat .... Her skyblue eyes.... darkened with emotions....

On Her left side lazily sleeping laid a golden cat with fluffy fur and daintily waving its long tail, the sharp claws hidden under gossamer paws, her mysterious amber eyes were closed

On the floor before them both kneeled a naked slavegirl, honest and faithful in her submission, proud and strong, naked skin covered with her own silken blonde hair, glowing warmly in theshadowy light of the room .....

They were all three .....One......

The Sorceress lifted Her gaze.....mumbled a spell from a long forgotten language and the vision of the three of them slowly faded from view........

....left on the floor...a golden key to unlock the rest of their world...

...~ENTRANCE~...







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