《The Skywalker Chronicles》


 Chapter 1

    I miss the simple things the most. Wake up, go to work, come home, waste some time binge watching one of those shows that have long ended but I never got around to following. Playing the newest RPG game for a few hours just to get annoyed with the grinding and braking out the cheat codes to make things easier. Even though I know it will just ruin the game for me I still end up doing it. Hamburger helper, Mac and Cheese, Ramen, not no cheap Maru-chan either. After I experienced the Korean instant rumens I could never go back. I¡¯m and excellent cook but all of that just always seems to take so much time. It''s not like I need to cook for someone else anyways. 30 and single, the only woman in my life is my leach of a mother. I have long since paid for those 9 months of rent but I just can¡¯t bring myself to cut ties with her. Life was so much easier back then.


    Of course by back then I meant yesterday. When I woke up this morning I was not in my bed. Instead I was lying on my back in a pile of damp leaves. All round me was what looked like a forest. My first thoughts was not ¡°oh god I have been kidnaped¡±. I knew exactly where I was. Well maybe not exactly but as someone who has read more fantasy and sci-fi novels then would fit inside of your average library it wasn¡¯t too difficult to grasp that I had been transported to another world. My biggest regret now is that I sleep in the nude and waking up to wet leaves sticking you your body is not a pleasant feeling. Quickly I stood up and brushed the leaves off of me. Some of the leaves were so old they were starting to decay already. The thought of all of the bugs I totally did not see was struck from my memory before it even had a change to take root.


    My spirit was high, being transported to another world is a dream come true for me. Well, I would have preferred a Hero summoning but this works too. Getting to easy route to a princesses bed would have been preferred but hey, it''s not like my chances are zero. I cleared my mind and said out loud ¡°Status¡±. Nothing happened. ¡°Must be one of those mental systems.¡± then I thought to myself ¡°Status¡± nothing happened. I frowned. Trying out all the different variations of status both out loud and mentally I finally gave up. So. not a game world. Channeling my inner Chuunibyou, I activate my nonexistent poker face skill just in case any goddesses were watching me and I stretched out my right hand and yelled ¡°Fireball¡±. Nothing happened. Mimicking the motions for the Kamehameha wave, I added in my willpower and imagery of a fireball forming in my hands and being released as I extend my hands out I again yelled out ¡°Fireball¡±. Nothing happened. I stayed in that position for quite a while, 10 minutes, an hour, only the heavens knew. After I had smothered my disappointment and embarrassment I decided to start exploring my surroundings.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    When lost in the woods. For some reason everyone seems to want to find north and start heading in that direction. As the local Sci-Fi and fantasy expert, I have read up about sever of these methods. Method one is of course to look up into the sky and see where the sun is. As the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. It''s easy to deduct the direction of north. I look up and the sun is directly overhead. Goddam that failed. Method two, look for moss at the base of the trees and you can usually tell what direct north is. I look around and all of the bases of the trees are filled with moss. This whole place looks like one of those ancient forest you only see in the movies. The most universal work in the English language comes to mind but I don¡¯t give into my frustration and hold it in. Method three, place a stick in the ground and another one in where its shadow is cast. Wait some time for the shadow to move and mark the new location with a third stick. Then you can calculate where north is. I pick up 3 sticks and stick one into the ground. There is no shadow. The canopy is so thick that everything is practically already in shadow. ¡°Fuck¡± my will power waned. Calm, calm, turn that frown upside down. ¡°Fuck it¡¯ I thought and just stared walking straight ahead.

 Chapter 2

    How our ancestors survived long enough to breed and leave offspring is beyond me. After just three minutes of walking, I was ready to give up. My feet are sore, I am still but naked and I seems to have developed the superpower to attract every insect on the planet. I am so glad my parents didn¡¯t decide to get me cut at birth. My General at least had his uniform and helmet. After what felt like years but if calculated by the movements of the celestial bodies would have only been less than 15 minutes, I came into a clearing. Not just a clearing but a clearing with a lake in view. Rolling hills and tall prairie grass stretched for what must have been at least 2 miles. The shimmering of the lake made this a pictures moment. The moment was just so perfect I could picture Laura running through the grass just like in the intro to Little House on the Prairie. No, being butt naked balls swinging and picturing a little girl does not make me a pedophile. My circumstances just could not be helped.


    I keep looking at my imaginary Laura but then I realized that there really was a little girl running through the tall grass. Before I even registered that I should at the very least cover myself, she looked over to me and our eyes met. Of course moron that I am I just keep staring at her. With the sharp instants all women are born with, yes even the little ones, she turn around a darted directly opposite me. Still standing naked in the breeze I used all my higher education level math to predict her path and sure enough she was headed for a little house I had not noticed before.


    Finally my brain processed the resent events and I ducked down to cover myself. It was way too late but you just never know how you will react to something until it happens. I grabbed handfuls of the long grass and started to weave if it can even be called that a wad of grass tied together to cover the goods. I then started to make my way towards the little house. As I got closer, I realized that it wasn¡¯t so little. The house was built into a hillside and from my original angle I could only see a small section. It was actually a decent sized house. There was several windows, all with shutters closed. As I approached the house, a short blond woman came out. She was holding a pitchfork and stood like a sentinel guarding the gates to a palace.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    I stopped and gave her a weak wave. ¡°Hello¡± called out. ¡°Do you know where this is?¡± she didn¡¯t answer me but instead pointed the fork end at me and said ¡°what do you want?¡± I immediate brought my hands above head level in the universal sign language of ¡°what the fuck lady, I wasn¡¯t going to do anything¡± and took a step back. We all know that both Fate and Lady Luck are super bitches and so as expected my makeshift coverings fell revealing my flag now at haft staff. I couldn¡¯t take all the credit for my reaction, the woman was gorgeous. Blond hair, emerald eyes and a body super models have to work for. Even with her oversized rough spun dress it was impossible to hide her figure. ¡°Calm down lady¡± I started to back up. ¡°I just want to know where this place is¡± I said trying to infuse as much lion trainer who forgot his gun and is now locked inside of a cage with a hungry and abused lioness feel into my words.


    My efforts must have been wasted because she didn¡¯t say anything, instead she did two poking motions with the pitchfork at me. Even though there was more than ten feet in-between the two of us, I was spooked and jumped back a little. Like I said, Fate, Lady Luck and now you too Mother Nature are such bitches. My foot ended up sinking into a small hole and I fell. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was my general now at full attention.

 Chapter 3

    I woke up to the tingling sensation of limbs that have lost all circulation for several hours. My hands had been tied up and it looks like the culprit had tried to bind my arms at bicep level. My feet had also been tied at the ankles and in-between my legs was a post. It looks like whoever tied me up tried, but didn¡¯t really know what they were doing. Just by squeezing my arms in and bringing my elbows closer together, I created enough slack in the rope that I was able to slide my hands out of the many many knots that had been tied.


    With both hands now free, I started on the rope around my ankles. Before I could get any results, I was jabbed hard by something blunt right between my shoulder blades. Turning around with rigorous anger to see who my attacker was I saw that the woman was holding the pitchfork only now with the handle pointing at me instead of the forks. ¡°Ouch what the fuck lady.¡± I yelled at my captor. ¡°I¡¯m not into your bondage play.¡± fury still burning in my eyes. She must have picked up on this and backed up into the open doorway behind her.


    Only now did I take some time to look at my surroundings I was in a small room. It couldn¡¯t be more then fifteen by ten feet. The ceiling was also rather short. If I had to guess it was only seven to eight feet tall with small openings in-between the wall and ceiling every couple of feet to let in the light. The only exit was now graded by a mad woman with a stabbing implement sure to bring great paint and possible death. ¡°Who are you and what are you doing here?¡± the woman yell at me. I just stared back at her with a face that any red blooded American would be able to translate as ¡°what the fuck bitch? You attack me and tie me up and now you want to talk?¡± Well, maybe not with all that detail but the ¡°what the fuck¡± face has a language all of its own that even the experts navigate at their own peril.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    Once again channeling my inner calm I said in my best you are an idiot voice. ¡°I went to sleep last night in my bed and when I woke up this morning I was naked in the woods. Not knowing which way to go I just started walking and found my way out of the woods. Then I saw a little girl and figured there must be more people around me can talk to. As luck would have it, I ran into a crazy bitch with a pitchfork that tried to kill me. I blacked out only to wake up as a possible rape victim. And here we are.¡± I spread out my arms to encompass my lavish surroundings. Before she could say or do anything I pointed to my fully erect member and said ¡°I need to pee.¡± reaching down to my ankles I undid the knots and slid the rope off. Like a vampire hissing and warded off at the sight of a cross, my fair lady was blushing as she stared at my general at attention and backed away as I approached her. Now out of my prison, my blushing lady gestured me to take a left. It didn¡¯t pass my notice that the fork end was now pointing at me again.


    I made my way out of the house and walked a bit away before I figured that one place is as good as another and let I let the flood gates open. I made sure to turn to my side to give her a sight of my epic arch creating skill in honor of a certain 6 year old little girl in To Kill a Mocking Bird. And no, thinking about another little girls while erect and taking a piss still does not make me a pedophile.

 Chapter 4

    Now no longer burdened with an expanded bladder, I walked back towards the house. For the first time since I saw her running away, the little girl was there in the doorway handing a bundle of cloth to the woman. As I approached, she threw it at me. Using my amazing dexterity, the envy of all last picks at every sports game I had ever participated in, the bundle passed right through my open hands and hit me in the stomach before it fell to the ground. I noticed the woman¡¯s frown as I bent over to pick up the bundle. As I had suspected, it was a pair of pants wrapped up in a button shirt. It''s not the ultra-soft cotton I am use to and there was no pair of boxer but I did appreciate ending my voyeur career. Now dressed in a pair of brown pants and a cream colored shirt, I followed the ladies inside.


    They lead me to a dining room and say down on the far side. The woman was still holding onto the pitchfork and I was sure that the table was there as an extra burrier. I decided to seat myself as the girls had also taken seats. ¡°Hello. My name is Luke Skywalker¡± I cringed a little as I said my last name. My father was a Star Wars fanatic and changed his last name to Skywalker. Thus resulting in my last name. I really didn¡¯t appreciate being named after a guy known for banging his sister but after watching all of those anime¡¯s where the Imoto ends up with the MC, I finally gave in. It¡¯s just too bad that I was an only child. My father lost his chance to assemble the trio. Luke, Leia and Han. I can¡¯t blame the guy, he died in a traffic accident when I was 4. Mother never got remarried or even dated. Years later she told me that he had been her true love. I¡¯ve never been in love so I just have to take her word for it.


    was so distracted by my own inner musings that I didn¡¯t even notice that the woman had been speaking and was waiting for me to answer her. ¡±Sorry¡± I said. ¡°I spaced out for a bit there. Can you repeat what you just said?¡± Some anger pass across her face before she regained her composure and adopted a neutral face and posture. ¡°This is The Els Woods in The Kingdom of Blasmar and that out there is Els Lake. I¡¯ve never seen you before so you can¡¯t be from any of the surrounding villages.¡± She tilted her head and said in a curious tone ¡°you don¡¯t know any of this do you? Blasmar is one of the most powerful kingdoms and you have never heard of it. Where are you from Mr. Skywalker?¡± her voice almost a whisper. In most of the novels I have read where this situation came up, the MC will cover up his or her origins so that people with alternative motives wouldn¡¯t come after.


    Relying on the wisdom of all that I have read, even if all of those stories were imaginary, I used my non existing diversion skill to try and change the subject. ¡°Thank you for the clothing, it was starting to get breezy¡± I gave her a cheeky grin. Why draw more attention you myself? Well, as you work your way up in the corporate world, HR will start sending you to all sorts of places for training. What kind of training? It¡¯s mostly on things you can and can¡¯t say to your employees, how to be a good manager and not do dip your pen in the company ink. One of the ice breaker techniques I remember an instructors giving me was to make a joke about yourself. That way you seem more down to earth. The frown the woman across from me was sporting told me that I had failed.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Then it hit me. Repeatedly pointing out my crotch to a woman I had just met while dressed only in my birthday suite was not a very smart thing to do. From her perspective I was a total stranger that stalked the little girl home just to flash her and even escaped captivity. What the hell was wrong with me? A 30 year old virgin, never dated, never even kissed a girl. The longest stream of physical contact I had with a woman was the cashier girl at the McDonalds I got coffee from every morning. I always made sure to pay in cash so that I could touch her hand as she gave me my change. Kind of creepy? Yeah I know it is but that didn¡¯t stop me. One day she just stopped showing up and was replaced with an old Mexican lady. I gave it a week and realized that she was gone for good. I never even got to ask her for her name. It¡¯s my own fault? In my own defense, I suspect that she was jail bait. No, no, I looked and touched but that does not make me a pedophile.


    Realizing that I had once again zoned out, I stated ¡°I am lost and have no coin to pay you with. Will you alloy me to help with any chores? I am not a strong man but I am fit and healthy. Forgetting all of the strangles of our first meeting, I want to pay you back for your kindness.¡± Some of the word combinations are not really used in modern day speech but may fit better here in this place. From the items around the house I have spotted and the dress ware of the woman and child, I want to say that the level of technology is roughly equal to Pre-American colonization. The woman stared at me for a while and it wasn¡¯t until the little girl tugged on her sleeve and said ¡°I¡¯m hungry¡± did she look away. ¡°Just wait a little bit longer Charlee, I¡¯ll get started on dinner.¡± While talking to the little girl, her tone was soft and sweet. She then turned back to me and her voice lost most of its emotion. ¡°I can offer you two meals a day and a place to sleep. I cannot spare any more than that.¡± I knew that she was lowballing me but that wasn¡¯t what was important to me at the moment. Every protagonist needs a safe haven where they can grow strong and start to master their powers. ¡°Great¡± I said with as much cheer as I could muster. ¡°Where can I start? ¡°


    The woman stood and thumped her pitchfork onto the ground in front of her. I was a bit disappointed that no Gandalf ¡°you shall not pass¡± magic barrier rose up. ¡°You will not go beyond this point.¡± She gestured to the hallway beyond the dining room. I smiled to myself at her statement, it was so close to what I had been thinking about. ¡°You will not remove anything from this house unless I give it to you or give you permission. You will not try to take any liberties with me or my sister. Break any of these rules and I won¡¯t use the blunt end.¡± I could see her knuckles white as she clutched the shaft harder. ¡°By the way, what¡¯s your name?¡± I injected myself back into the conversation. ¡°Willow, my name is Willow Dawn.¡± She didn¡¯t extend a hand out to shake. Not sure if handshakes just isn¡¯t a thing around here or if she was just trying to avoid physical contact but I sure wasn¡¯t going to push my own culture onto her. We had just me, with all the craziness that has gone around already. I want to make sure that I start to build some goodwill with this duo.

 Chapter 5

    I followed Willow out to the side of the house. There was a huge pile of logs that look to have been placed out to season. How do I know it was meant to be season and not just piled up for firewood? The logs have been neatly piled up. 2 logs on one side in parallel then 2 more on top forming a square. Repeat this until ten high and you¡¯re done. Unlike modern earth, there are no ovens to dry the wood quickly. Instead, wood is stacked with lots of breathing room to let air move in between the logs while exposed to as much sunlight as possible. This ensures that the wood dries well and will have less cracks. I suspect that the logs are intended to expand or repair parts of the house.


    Willow walked pass all of the towers of logs and we came upon a wooden structure. I hesitate to call it a shed. It¡¯s basically a four logs holding up a roof. The only wall is on the back side and it looks like the intent is to house firewood. It was completely empty of split logs. Next to the shed were several large piles of mismatch logs and branches. These must be all of the extras from the neatly stacked towers we had just walked pass. Willow gestured with her pitchfork at a wooden stump with a rusty axe embedded on its side. ¡°Split these logs to the thickness of a wrist, fill the kindle box also. I will call you when dinner is ready.¡± She then walked away. I watched her bubble butt sway until she walked around one of the towers and was lost to sight. I picked up the nearest log. It was a misshapen monstrosity of a thing. I placed it on top of the stump and wrenched the axe off its perch and examined it. Weight? About five pounds. Condition? The shaft was warn and had not been well taken care of recently. Likely it has been left out for several storms. The axe head was rust covered. From the looks of it, the rust hasn¡¯t done too much damage but the blade was no good as it was. There was no whetstone in sight and so I gave up and readied myself for the labor ahead.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    I¡¯ve chopped wood before and I knew to keep a wide stance so that I wouldn¡¯t accidently hit myself. Left hand holding the base and my right 3/4ths of the way up, I swung down on my now leaning log and slid my right hand down the shaft to rest an inch from my left as the axe head made contact. A hard thud and sharp pain traveled from my palms up my arms to my shoulders. ¡°Fuck¡± I cried out. The log didn¡¯t even split. It didn¡¯t take a super sharp axe to split logs, most people fail their first few tries because they either tried to use too much strength and lost control or hesitated in the last instance. I know from experience to use the weight of the axe and not too much of my own strength so I don¡¯t ware myself out. Now I had to suffer hammering the log over and over until it eventually split. It took me 8 blows to finally split the log. I brought the culprit of my now blistering palms and aching elbows up to glare at it.


    The blade had chipped in several places and a good amount of the rust had been rubbed clean revealing the pockmarked iron underneath. I now knew I was in for some pain. Wishing the blade was restored and sharp, the metal rippled like water and now looked shiny and new. I stared at the axe head dumbstruck until my knees gave out and once again was embraced by the darkness. I woke to several pokes to my cheeks. When I opened my eyes, Charlee was squatted down next to me and poking my cheek with her index finger. ¡°Big sis says for you to come eat.¡± She then stood up and darted off. I groaned as I sat up and noticed the axe still being held in my right hand.my blistered hands were now healed and the axe head still looked shiny and new. I decided to take it with me and ask Willow if she knew what the hell just happened.

 Chapter 6

    As I walked into the dining room, I saw that the table was already set. A wooden bowl the size of my hands cupped together and a spoon on the side resting on a gray cloth napkin. Growing up, my mother¡¯s Chinese origin meant that she served us the Chinese way. You get an empty bowl, a bowl of rice is set in the middle of the table and everything else is laid out around the rice bowl. Seeing as there is only 1 dish, there¡¯s not much evidence but I am going to go ahead and assume that the culture of this world reflects more towards my Euro American side. My father was born a first generation from an English man and my German grandmother. They had met in the states for work and decided to marry and stay in the US. Whenever we had meals on my father¡¯s side of the family, all of the portions were already set. Willow was still stirring the pot hung over the stove. By stove of course I meant that her stove was basically a small fire built on top of a brick countertop with what looked to me like the entrance to an earthen oven. I¡¯ve gone to pizzerias before, so I knew what was behind that little wooden door. Willow then took what looked like a fire poker and pushed the hook the pot was hung from and it swiveled away. I had not realized that the hook was actually on a hinge. She then took a small shovel and pushed the coals to one side of the brick counter. With a smooth motion, the fire poker was back in hand, shovel hung back on the wall and the pot had been dragged back to its original position. She grabbed a lade that was hung overhead and scooped some of the content into a small bowl. Out of nowhere, Charlee was there taking the small bowl from her and placing it at the table. Now with 2 bowls set in front of each seat, both Willow and Charlee sat down. I followed suit.


    The two of them began to eat immediately. So there wasn¡¯t any equivalent of saying grace. Good to know. I don¡¯t want to be mistaken for some kind if devil worshiper. You never know when it comes to religion. To my left was the bigger bowl. It held what looked like boiled kidney beans. I scooped a few up with my wooden spoon and gave it a taste. It was of course bland and flavorless. It¡¯s not like its inedible but I was still disappointed. There was still option 2, it looked like creamy mush. 1 spoonful later and I came to the conclusion that this was one of those worlds with a horrible since of cuisine. This watered down mash potato stuff is indeed still technically edible but it¡¯s not something I want to be constant eating. My nonexistent game system issued me a quest to bring flavor to the world. Maybe I can be a chef or something to make money. If I follow my godly knowledge of Japanese light novels then I need to start with mayonnaise, work myself to finding rice and then make soy sauce. Everybody will fall in love with the taste of miso and I will be set for life. Nope, not going to happen. Japanese food taste alright but it¡¯s not the end all. Burger and fries, all of the different unending types of pasta, the infinite combinations of soups and stews, pizza, fake Chinese food made for us Americans that love orange chicken, the list is unending. Now that I¡¯ve given this a bit of thought, it may just be a good idea to bring some of these goods to this world. I finish my meal and thanked the girls for the meal. Willow just stared at me but Charlee seems to be cheery.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    I placed the axe I carried in with me on the table and Willow jumped. When she saw that I had let go of the axe, she seems to have calmed. Charlee seems to be the same as always, oblivious to her sister¡¯s reaction. Now that I see her fist balled up on her sides, I noticed that she was no longer holding her instrument of my painful death. Not really knowing how to ease the tension in the room, I just blurred out my question. ¡°I noticed that the axe was rusted and the blade was chipped, when I looked at it, it seems to have repaired itself. Then afterwards I passed out. Do you know what could have caused that?¡± Willows eyes widen to show there emerald shine and looked down to the table where the axe laid. She then walked over and took it up. Examining it closely she ran her thumb horizontal to the blades edge, testing its sharpness. I didn¡¯t test the edge myself but from her reaction it was wicked sharp. ¡°Magic¡± she finally whispered, Charlee seems to have caught her word and started chanting ¡°Magic! Magic!¡± while running around the kitchen table. Willow then looked down at me and said ¡°You are a Mage?¡± I just gave her the shoulder shrug. I was hoping it was magic but this confirms this world did have magic. Just 1 small use of magic and I was already on the ground. Guess I didn¡¯t get the infinite MP cheat, but then I remember that my blisters had also healed. I was not just a mage but also a healer. I hope its healing powers and not just regeneration. Any power would be good but being able to heal others would be awesome. I could go around healing people and getting paid. Healers are always treated well because no one knows when they or someone they know will get sick. I am just going to ignore history and all of the witch hunts that happened in Europe and the early days of the US.


    ¡°It¡¯s nearing dark so I will be barding the doors. If you have to use the necessaries, a chamber pot is next to the door in the room I have prepared for you. Willow lead me to the room where I had been restrained and closed the door as soon as I walked in there was still some light but it really was starting to get dark. The room had new furnishings now, a large clay jar next to the door and a wooden table with a straw stuffed pillow with a few of the straws sticking out of it. At the end of my ¡°bed¡± was a thin blanket. Picking up the blanket to examine it, I would say that it was closer to a bed sheet then a blanket. Beggars can¡¯t be choosers and for someone who doesn¡¯t even own the clothes on his back I will take what charity I can take. I slipped out of the clothes I was lent and folded them up to use as extra padding for my pillow. I then spread my blanket over my bed to use as a bed sheet and laid on top staring at the ceiling. It was rather hot anyways and so a blanket wasn¡¯t really necessary. Before I let myself fall into oblivion, my last thought was ¡°fuck this was just day one.¡±

 Chapter 7 Eros

    I woke to the dream scene of every man. From all the research I¡¯ve done reading hentai manga, I knew not to move or react in any way less I ruin my situation. Peeking at an imperceptive level, I saw Willow furiously stroking me. Her face so close to me that I could feel each of her heavy breaths on me.


    Willows face was position directly over my member as if she was going to reward me by bathing my little brother with her tongue and lips. Her blond hair was draped down and I was not able to make out her expression but from the grinding she was doing on my leg I knew she was starting to reach her limit. Virgin that I am I exploded and drenched her in waves and waves of baby juice. Every ounce of the will power I possessed was used to hold myself back from moving or groaning in my ecstasy. My first ejaculation driven by someone else and it was more than I ever imagined it would be. Everyone always says that sex feels amazing but if a hand job is this wonderful then I don¡¯t know if I would survive the actual deed.


    Even after my release Willow did not stop. Her speed actually sped up. Her hips moving back and forth grinding her lips on my shin, more sensual then any belly dancer. Her head now lowered, my shaft resting on her cheek as she grabbed my base, milking me. It was too much and I once again fountain over her hair and ear. The stream so strong it arched around to cover her back and butt. Willow¡¯s own release must have come at the same time because she pressed herself hard against my leg and started to convulse wildly. After a few more pumps of her hips she brought her head down all the way to rest on my pelvis. Willow remained unmoving for several minutes but eventually she sat up. I watched her as she licked her hands clean of my seed and used her shift to wipe me clean as gently as she could. She then got off of me and came to stand by my bed and watched me. I shut my eyes to remove any evidence that I had been awake.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    After I heard the door open and close I waited a minute, holding my breath and focusing as much on my hearing as I could before I finally risked opening my eyes to look at my surroundings. Willow was gone and my semen was already starting to dry and crust on me. If this is the start of day 2 of my new life. I never want to go back.

 Chapter 8

    After I had dried, I put the clothing I had been wearing yesterday back on. I picked up the axe I had brought in with me and started making my way out of the house. The back door I had been using was already unbarred, the 4 by 4 used was now stored vertically behind the door. I walked out and decided that my first order of business had better be to go down to the lake and wash off. I was surprised that when I came up to the lake the shore was actually a sandy beach.


    Stripping off, I walked into the water and started to scrub myself down. The dried evidence of my morning became slimy again but was quickly rubbed off. No soap, no shampoo, more things to add to my list of things to make. I went back to shore and grabbed the shirt and pants I had been wearing and dipped them into the lake water. I am no expert in washing by hand and so I just dipped the clothes in water and ringed it out. I repeated the act 3 more times and called it done. My identity as a voyeur has already been established and so walked back with wet clothing in hand, axe over my shoulder and shrinkage to show for my efforts. I laid the shirt and pants on a couple of logs for the morning sun to dry and started on my task of splitting logs. With the now rejuvenated axe, the task was relatively easy. Just the weight of the axe was able to split most of the logs and the task finally progressed.Stolen story; please report.


    The sun was now high and going strong, instead of suffering under it I felt energized. It was like I was photosynthesizing the sun¡¯s rays. Not wanting to cut off my new attachment to the sun, I only put the pants on, leaving myself bare chested. I have always stayed fit but was never muscular. Now my arms and legs were bulged slightly and were corded tight, my abs now had the outline of a six pack. I stopped splitting the logs into its larger counterpart and starting to manufacture kindling instead. The kindle box quickly filled and I use my axe blade to cut a few handfuls of the tall grass. It was time to use some of those buy scout skills I have had and got second hand from YouTube videos. I grabbed a few strand of grass and started rubbing them on my pants leg.


    As the fibers twisted, they started turning into twine. As I rubbed and added in more fibers, my piece of twine started getting longer and longer. As I went along my mind went on autopilot and I didn¡¯t even notice that I had ran out of material until my searching hand touched nothing but wood. I looked at my creation and was stunned. Instead of some makeshift twisted grass, my cord was beautifully weaved like a paracord. I had used magic again, this time without passing out.  As it looked like it was just about noon, I walked over to the pile of split wood and assembled a bundle, tied it up with my paracord and started back at the house.

 Chapter 9

    I made my way to the kitchen and located a wooden box next to the brick counter, there were scraps of wood inside of it and so I figured this was where firewood was stored. I placed the wood inside of the box and untied my paracord. I then wrapped it around my wrist several times for storage and finished it off with a bow. The same as if I was tying shoe laces. Willow was already working on what must have been lunch as breakfast would have been a few hours ago but from the 2 meals a day offer she had made me they must only eat lunch and dinner. Pancakes, sausage links, and bacon, more things to add to my growing list of things to invent. Willow noticed me but didn¡¯t say anything.


    I went and took my seat at the table and watch Willow as she moved about the kitchen. Today she wore a green dress, it was faded and seemed too large for her. There was an apron attached to the front of her dress with 3 buttons. One right above her breast level and two on the sides of her waist. It resembled the style of apron you would see at the 17<sup>th</sup> century reenactments. Willow moved like a dancer, gliding from one side of the room where a bucket filled with beans was soaking to the cabinets above the box of fire wood to retrieve some herbs back again to where she had the beans soaking and opening up a trapdoor and taking out an armload of potatoes. Without even rinsing off the potatoes, she had a cutting board that was hung overhead down and was quartering them before dropping them into the pot she had over a fire. Not very sanitary but I didn¡¯t care because as she was chopping, she has been wiggling her bubble butt the entire time. I would think she was trying to seduce me, especially because of this morning but her swaying hips told me that she was moving to a tune only she knew. It was so hypnotic that I didn¡¯t notice that Charlee had already set the table and Willow was walking over with the last bowl. The meal was the same as last night, boiled beans and watered down mash potatoes.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


    After we had finished eating and before anyone got up from the table, I called out to Willow. ¡°Are there any other tools I can use? I was thinking that if I had a shovel I can make some of those piles of wood into charcoal.¡± Willow froze and had a panicked expression when I first called out to her but she seems to have calmed as I asked my question. ¡°Why charcoal?¡± she asked. ¡°Charcoal is easier to set ablaze and is also easier to cook with. There is no need to wait for the wood to turn into embers and also releases less smoke.¡± I replied in my best professor voice. I only knew that because I watched a YouTube video on why the Japanese prefer charcoal over gas. Willow brought her left thumb to her mouth and bit it cutely for a moment before she said ¡°you can do this?¡± I only nodded.


    Willow brought me out side again and to one of the sides of the house I hadn¡¯t seen before. There was a marge sliding door like you would sometimes see on barns. After sticking something that must have been a key inside of the padlock, it popped open.  She then relocked it on the door side of the lock and threw the sliding door open. Inside was what must have been a workshop. Willow walked in and said¡± This is my father¡¯s workshop. Use anything you like but if you break anything I¡¯ll break your legs.¡± She then turned around and walked pass me, handing me the key.

 Chapter 10

    I spent some time looking around the workshop. It was pretty basic but had everything you would need to work with both wood and metal. There was even a small smithy inside of the workshop. There was no foundry but there was a furnace and a makeshift anvil. Basically a thick slab of iron or steel nailed down on a big block of wood. It makes sense that if you live way out in the middle of nowhere you will need to be able to do your own small repairs.


    If I didn¡¯t get back to my original purpose on coming here I was going to get way too distracted and not accomplish my original goal. On one of the walls hung a shovel. Next to it was a spade. I decided to take both. Unlike the axe, the tools on the workshop had been wrapped with oiled leather. Knowledge from The Pillars of Reality lets me know that doing so will prevent corrosion for long periods of time. Thank you Jack Campbell for doing all the research, I promise to use the knowledge well. I left the workshop and locked it back up on my way out.


    When I got back to the piles of wood I decided to convert the pile furthest away from the house. There was 8 such piles left and I wanted to minimize the risk of burning the house down while using the least amount of effort. Something tickle in the back of my head about giving a task to the laziest person and they will find a way to make it easier to accomplish but I just couldn¡¯t remember from where. With the shovel I loosened the soil around the pile all around about 2 feet deep and 5 feet around the wooden mountain. I then made my way back to the workshop and acquired 2 wooden buckets that look to hold around 5 gallons. Making the trip back and forth from the lake took 2 hours but it was worth it. I now had a muddy ring around the pile of wood and was ready to build my makeshift kiln. With the spade, I started to cover the wooden pile with mud until there was only a small opening at the top and 4 on each of the sides of the base.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Now for the real test. I picked up a wad of dried grass and concentrated, I know that it takes heat fuel and oxygen to create a fire and so focusing on my thoughts of fire and heat I stared at my fire bundle. The grass was the fuel and oxygen was all around us and so I had to supply the heat to make this work. After several minutes the bundle started to smoke and then it burst into flames. I was so excited that I dropped the bundle to the ground and had to stomp the fire out less I risk causing a grass fire. I didn¡¯t even think about how I was still going around shoeless but I didn¡¯t get burn from the event. Still, I was ecstatic. I had done Magic, MAGIC. Not magic with the little m such as card tricks but real Magic. Yeah sure I had done a few things already but this was the first time I willed something to happen and it did. My inner Chuunibyou wanted me to strike a pose and say something corny like ¡°I feel the darkness flowing through me¡± but just the thought was too embarrassing that I held back.


    Fate, Lady Luck, Mother Nature, Thank you. I love this world. Sorry for all of the bitching I was doing. I¡¯ll built a temple for you or something as an apology. Just then the sound of rolling thunder could be heard in the distance, I looked up but there were no clouds. Aww shit, there really were goddesses in this world. Fuck, now I really do have to build a temple. The sound of rolling thunder came again, this time softer as to confirm that ¡°yes, you better built that temple or shits going to hit the fan.¡± As I accepted my new situation, I grabbed another wad of grass and finally set the kiln ablaze. I let it burn for 2 hours before I covered up all of the openings. I¡¯ve never made charcoal before but I had the basics from Google-sama and YouTube-sensei. My task completed I made my way back to the house and left the wood to its paralysis overnight.

 Chapter 11

    On the way back I used my axe to cut several bundles worth of tall grass and used my paracord to tie it all together. I had also grabbed two 3 to 4 pound ingots of steel or iron ingots I wasn¡¯t sure what it was yet and brought it with me. There was some split logs already in the house so I plan to grab a bit rom there for the magic experiments I plan to do tonight. I horded everything in my room and started on my experimentations. I estimate that I have 2 to 3 hours before dinner and so there was no rush.


    My theory on how my magic works is that with intent I can manipulate energy and matter into any form I want. First material of experimentation? The grass. In my mind, it¡¯s easier to modify something that is already similar to what you want it to become and so I placed my hands on the pile of grass and imagined my pants now as the usual blue jeans that I like to wear. After just a moment I felt my energy drain from me. There was no feeling of something moving inside of me but suddenly, I got the same drained feeling you get after recovering from a long flu or a cold. Just all around weakness. None of that mattered to me however. In my hand was a pair of blue jeans. Even the button and zipper was there. I looked over to the ingots and noticed that on one corner of one of the 2 ingots, it was gone like it had been cut off. So, my magic doesn¡¯t require that I actually touch something to use it as a resource.


    I wonder what the conditions are. Distance? Ownership? Or does it just take from someplace random if the material is not available? I took off my borrowed pants and slipped on my blue jeans. I had to be extra careful with the zipper as I still don¡¯t have a pair of boxers on. After buttoning up I noticed that it was a perfect fit. The only problem was my bulge. Without wearing boxers and having it kind of control where my shaft sat, there was now a bulge down the front side of my pants leg.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    Every male wants a large penis but it¡¯s not all it¡¯s cracked up to be. Those of us who are bless overly large penises have our own problems. First when you sit down on a toilet to take a number 2, your penis is so long it touches the toilet bowl. You either have to suffer your dick touching a nasty toilet bowl or hold it up while you do your business. Next, it just never sits right. If you have it going straight down the middle, it¡¯s practically like your trying to have solo anal. Hang it to one side and everyone can see the bulge. It might sound like its good to show off that you¡¯re well hung but it¡¯s not. Especially while trying to work in a professional atmosphere.


    Then when you¡¯re running or jogging it tugs on you with every bounce. Women with large breast also have this problem. It¡¯s the whole reason for sports bras. And if you ever pop a boner, everyone will know. Guy¡¯s always talk about pitching a tent but for us over endowed guys, it¡¯s quite painful. There just isn¡¯t enough space for an erect penis in any type of pants you would wear to work or outings. I have to go into a bathroom stall and undo my pants and wait for it to go down. I even almost for fired once because I had to excuse myself during an important meeting because I had noticed that my boss was braless and her nipples were hard under her blouse. The only thing you can do is let it kind of curl around in your boxer and make everyone think that you are stuffing your crotch like a rock star. But even with all of that if you asked me if I would rather have a small penis my answer is ¡°fuck no.¡± It¡¯s well worth all the inconveniences.


    With that I decided that I need to make a pair of boxers also. Even though I wasn¡¯t feeling so good I went ahead and placed my hands on the remaining pile of grass and after a few seconds I had a new pair of boxers.

 Chapter 12

    By the time Charlee came to get me for dinner, I had already manufactured several items. A pocket knife, a t-shirt, belt for my jeans, a small hatchet with holster and a crossbow with several bolts. I could have made a bow but I haven¡¯t used one in years. I also learned that the more drained I was the longer it took for me to recover. The larger the item the more energy gets used. If I wait 10 minutes in between sessions, I was able to fully recover. I also made a small pile of silver dust. I have no silver and so I tried to create some in the palm of my hand and to my surprise I was able to. This however took a lot more effort than making grass into clothing.


    Dinner was the same as before, boiled beans and watered down mash. I seriously need to make creating salt a priority. I plan to start hunting and we will need a way to preserve the meat. Part way through the meal, I worked up the courage and asked Willow ¡°Willow, where are your parents?¡± She froze in place and then slowly put her spoon back into her bowl before she answered ¡°My mom died giving birth to Charlee 5 years ago.¡± Willow reached over to pat Charlee¡¯s hair. ¡°My dad was conscripted into the army 2 years ago. We haven¡¯t heard back since.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I didn¡¯t know¡± I said to her. I looked down to Charlee, she was big for her age. I thought she had been 8 or 9.


    I wanted more information about the world so I asked her ¡°There¡¯s a war going on?¡± ¡°Yes, Blasmar is fighting off Ironford. They are a kingdom like us. Ironford is ruled by a King while Blasmar has always been ruled by a Queen. Ironford wants to unite all of the kingdoms under them so they tried to force the queen when she was still a princess to marry their old king who is already an old man. Of course Blasmar refused and the war started.¡± Willows short rant was dripping with bitterness. I had wanted to ask more but everyone had finished their bowls and Charlee had already started to collect the bowls. I grabbed a few more logs and took them with me to my room. I saw Willow giving me a curious stare as I entered my room.


    I wanted a bed. A real one, spring mattress and all. A bed is basically a wooden frame and springs of steel wrapped with cloth. I didn¡¯t have any more grass handy but wood is also plant fiber so it will probably work. I know that I don¡¯t need the actual materials to make stuff but it seems to make it easier and a bed is larger than anything I have tried to make so far. I decided to go for it. My first try failed and I had a feeling that going for a queen sized bed was way out of what I could do at the moment. I downgraded to a twin size and I saw that it had worked, too bad I passed out right on top of my new bed.


    Not sure how long I had been unconscious for but the room was pitch black. There was something I had been very despite to try out. If this worked then it will allow me to do so much more. It seems like the longer I am in this world for the stronger I will become. Even with just these 2 days I could use magic several times a day. Unlike in those stories where mages are physically weak, I seem to be getting stronger. My body is not yet at the level of a Greek god but it¡¯s getting there. I feel that I am also growing taller.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    My height has always been something I felt I lacked. Due to my mixed heritage, I got that exotic look. Dark hair roots ending with golden blond tips, high cheek bones with dimples on both cheeks, my eyes were crystal blue and my distant Asian sharp chin. The only thing I lacked was my height. 5¡¯ 6¡± is not short but it¡¯s not tall either. My father was nearly 7 foot tall while my mother was only 5¡¯ 1¡±. I ended up in between but I had always wished I was taller. I took of my clothes and folded them up to use as a pillow again and sat cross legged on my bed to carry out my plan. If fantasy novel knowledge was correct then there may be mana in the air or something. I just need to absorb it somehow.


    The obvious first method was to meditate and try to pull mana into my body. Hands on my knees I relaxed whole holding my back straight and head so that my spine was straight. Eyes closed I began to focus on my breathing. With slow even breaths, I tried to clear my head and then after a while it became a routine and started to expand my area of focus. I could feel my pulse in my thumbs and so I began to trace it back to my wrist then to my elbows and finally all the way back to my heart. Once I got to my heart, I became aware of my entire vascular system. Blood goes everywhere and soon I knew everything about my body. I tried to examine the microorganisms in my body and realized that my immune system has grown so strong that I will likely never get sick anymore. Best of all I knew why I haven¡¯t needed to use the toilet at all since I have been in this world.


    My body could now absorb 100% of the bio material I ate and turn it into something useful. I have only needed to pee that 1 time because it had only recently arrived and the process was in its infancy. Reaching beyond my own body there was all sorts of things but I felt this energy kind of floating in the background. Was that mana? I tried pulling it into myself and indeed I started to gain energy, at the same time my room started to cool rapidly. I stopped. Oh sit, oh shit, oh shit.


    That wasn¡¯t mana at all, it was the heat energy from the air. If what I was pulling in was heat energy then can I take energy from a bon fire and use it to power my magic? Wait, wait, heat is energy, can I absorb other types of energy like electricity? Kinetic? Vacuum? I froze as a thought hit me. If E=MC2 then can I take matter and turn it into energy? If a fist size ball of yellow cake can flatten a city, can I use a pebble and have it slowly decay and use the energy it releases to power machinery? Should I just skip fission and go straight to fusion instead? This was all more than I can do in one night and so I laid down to go back to sleep.

 Chapter 13 Eros

    I woke when I heard the door open, my wish had come true and this was happening again. I was obviously rock hard and ready for what was coming. Instead of straddling my leg like she had done yesterday morning, this time she pulled her shift down to her weights and released her large perky breast. She then climbed on top of me with her butt facing my direction and grabbed my cock with her right hand while rubbing her clit with her left. Already I could feel her wetness pooling on my chest but I couldn¡¯t see. Her shift was still fully covering her rear end but I could make out the movements of her hand under her shift rubbing furiously in small circles. She had not been stroking me but instead was using her thumb to rub just the head. She had me on the edge, not enough for me to cum and yet too much for me to just sit still. I tried to hold still but my body was already starting to tremble.


    I then felt something soft and warm wrapping its self around the tip of my penis and I felt a strong sucking sensation. The equilibrium from before was broken and everything flowed out of me. My hips pushed itself up just a few inches to try to get deeper inside of her mouth all on its own as the supply of semen I was able to create in the last 24 hours was sucked out of me. She has been sucking so hard that I felt her draining the fluids right out of my balls.


    Willow slid her head down a little bit further and now my entire tip was now enveloped. Her hand grabbing me tight at the base and stroking upwards, squeezing every last drop that may have been missed. I stayed erect, the thought that Willow had swallowed was turning me on so much I wanted to push her down and ravish her from behind and use those plump butt cheeks of hers as a grip.


    I let her continue and the pressure built up inside of me again. It wasn¡¯t going to be long until I will be able to enjoy another round of bliss. Before I was able to reach my second orgasm however Willow had her first and her spasms caused her to bob her head up and down a few times and I squirted inside of her mouth. I had been trying my hardest to hold back and make this small slice of heaven last even a fraction longer.


    The recent act had shifted Willows position, my boner was no longer enjoying the hospitality of Willow¡¯s lips but her other lips now rested mare inches from my face. Her sweat drenched shift was soaked and the nectar she had leaked causing the shift to stick to her mound, revealing its shape to me.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    Time warped and when I came to, my head was under the hem of Willows shift and my mouth was glued to her mound. Even with all that had happened I was still technically a virgin. My pussy licking skills was at level zero. Yes I have seen it many, so many times in porn but seeing and doing are two different things. When I was in college, I was adopted by a group of girls. You say I was lucky? My virgin status should tell you all you need to know. Nope, those girls thought I was gay and so let me hang around them. They taught me lots of useful skills like how to put on makeup and the art of using a bra as an extra pocket. I didn¡¯t have my own bra so I had to practice on the girls. Both useful skills but the sage advice I was looking for came from Amber. At one of our usual drunken gatherings I remember her saying ¡°licking pussy is like sucking cock, you don¡¯t have to be good at it. As long as your mouth is on it, it¡¯ll feels good.¡±


    I figured following the advice of a woman who has had more sexual partners then a prostitute who has been working the streets for 20 years was as safe a bet as any. Licking, sucking, I even tried to use my teeth to scrape at her clit. I had no idea what I was doing but Willows struggling about wasn¡¯t helping. I wasn¡¯t sure if she was trying to get away from me or from orgasms but I just kept at it. At some point instead of pussy, I was licking her ass. If you would had asked me if I wanted to lick ass just a day ago I would have smashed your face in but to my surprise it was actually pleasant. Her entrance was warm and soft. I was able to get my tongue inside and her entrance seems to be gripping it. Not sure if it was trying to push me out or drag me inside but I just kept doing whatever felt right.


    Willow shuttered several times and went limp. It wasn¡¯t until then that I realized that the room had gone silent. This whole time she had been moaning and squealing but I had zoned all of that out. Using this small lull I grabbed Willow and flipped her onto the bed, me now on top. I didn¡¯t mount her or anything but decided to take a closer look at what I had been drooling all over until now. She was a beautiful natural hairless tease.


    Her labia covered her entrance completely. The only thing was a small swell peeking out at the very top. I bent over to kiss it and as I did Willows legs came around and locked me into place. She was pushing my face harder and harder to her mound and I obliged by sucking and licking. Too bad things didn¡¯t end with me losing my v-card. As Willow reached her climax, she squeezed me to her harder than ever before and started to roll. I didn¡¯t want my neck broken so I rolled with her. She ended up riding my face and I ended up suffocating due to a lack of oxygen. I¡¯m not sure how long I lasted but the darkness took me at the end. Cock blocked due to female orgasm. Not so sure how I feel about that.

 Chapter 14

    I woke up haft way on the floor and haft way still on it. My head was on the floor holding my body up and my legs were still on the bed. My chest was still wet and so not much time must have passed. I had a wicked migraine likely due to the blood pooling in my head. The human body just isn¡¯t meant to stay in the upside down position for long periods of time. As someone who had no athletic abilities all of his life, I ended up fall rolling into the floor and making my up from that.


    My new bed and it had already been dirtied up. I wonder if I could. Reaching down with my right had I touched my bed and all of the stains that were there disappeared. Cleaning magic! My grin just kept stretching wider and wider until I was a giggling mess. If someone was peeking at me at that moment they would have been sure that they had just witnessed the moment a man slipped into madness. Another useful ability added to my retinue. No way in hell am I going to name it Life Magic. That¡¯s just stupid. What the hell would actual Life restoring magic be called then. I would be better off calling it every day magic or even utility magic.


    I treated myself to a round of cleaning magic along with my clothes. I will eventually get around to building a shower. Not like those weirdo¡¯s in some other countries that would start with a bath. Their sicko¡¯s anyways, did you know they share bathwater? Soaking in bathwater is like soaking in your own filth, why would you want to soak in someone else¡¯s also.


    It was time to get back to work. I wanted to try to get some hunting in. I want some meat. If I can get some hide and make leather that would be an extra bonus. I picked up my crossbow and then saw all of the loose bolts. Fool that I am I didn¡¯t think things through and now I am lacking a quiver. I didn¡¯t have the materials to make it in my room and so I picked up four and just carried it in my hand. My hatchet setting in its holster now attached to my belt, axe strapped to my back with my paracord and crossbow in hand I made my way out of the house. I didn¡¯t see Willow. It¡¯s too bad, I wanted a good bye kiss.


    set out for the woods I had come from originally. I hadn¡¯t noticed any tracks or anything like that but honestly it was the closest patch of woods. Big animals live in the woods right? So the sooner I get to the trees the faster I will run into a deer or something. Hunters in the TV shows always just walked into the woods and there would be a huge heard of deer where they get their pick. I wonder if I can get 4 or 5 deer on this trip. Should only take me an hour or two. I¡¯ve never hunted before but if cavemen can do it, can¡¯t be that complicated.


    Four hours later I could be seen running and screaming out of the woods. Nothing for nearly all of the time I spent in the woods and when I finally ran into something I was nearly killed. The vicious fur covered monster chased me through the woods after I took a shot at it and missed. Like an idiot I got bored and wasted nearly all of my ammo. My first shot was at a tree. It flew true but when the bolt hit the tree, the shaft shattered. Then I shot and missed 3 more times and lost track of where they actually hit. My last shot was used on the beast I ran into but unfortunately I missed. The monster was covered from head to toe in gray fur. On its head was a long spiraled horn. The creature had long hind legs which let it sprint in bouts of leaps. Waldo was right, the scariest creature you could run into is a rabbit. A rabbit that is equipped with a horn makes it even more horrid.


    I am man enough to say that after I missed what I thought was a small cute rabbit, I ran as fast as I could in the direction I had come from. If you saw a creature darting at you with what could have been a unicorn¡¯s horn you would run too. When I had reached the clearing I turned around to see if my pursuer had followed me. To my surprise, the little monster had already started its leap at me. Its body in the perfect shape flying at me like a bullet. Reacting on what must have been instant, my right foot came up to kick the beast away but to my horror I was now moving way faster than I was able to back on earth.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    My foot lined up with the horn and I was pierced through the foot. A scream came from my throat, higher pitched then I thought was possible from someone who had been a bass since puberty. In pain, I brought my injured foot down to stabilize myself and with luck the horned rabbit came with. My maneuver ended up braking the rabbit¡¯s neck when my leg came down and after a few painful spasms of the rabbit¡¯s legs it went still. I have obviously experienced pain before but this was pain with a capital P. with extreme reluctance, I pulled the horn out of my foot and sat down to examine my wound. Yup, there is now a see through hole in my foot. I pulled off my belt to use as a strap to try and slow my blood flow and my hatchet thudded to the floor. Crap, I could have used that as a projectile. Si la vie right? Life is sometimes shit so I best not let this get to me. Positive thoughts! This is actually an opportunity! I can now practice my healing magic. Like before I started to meditate and concentrate on my breathing. This time it took only a few seconds for me to reach the state where I could feel my whole body.


    Both my feet had injuries from walking around barefooted but the wound stood out. I¡¯ve never consciously healed myself but the wound seems to be absorbing the energy around it and was slowly healing all by its self.  I started pushing my energy from all over my body towards the wound and it readily drew it in and now the hole was rapidly closing. This was however causing me to grow weak rapidly. I extended my area of observation to the outside of my body and drew on the heat in the air to supplement myself. I could also feel several other energies. I reached out to absorb the second most abundant energy and I could feel something. Not heat but it was close. I opened my eyes and everything was either dark or looked warped. I stopped and the world returned to how it¡¯s supposed to. This was likely light.


    That energizing feeling I had been having must have been from me absorbing light energy subconsciously. With my will, I created a bubble in the shape of an egg shell cut in haft to surround my back side. This shell absorbed the light energy from behind me so as to not blind my sight. If no light hits your eye balls then you can¡¯t see. It¡¯s one of the basic rules of controlling light that every reader of a zillion fantasy novel knows. Invisibility was so a thing here. I will need to try it soon. I¡¯ll need to take a note from Danny North and make some peek holes. If the hole is tinny enough then you can still see out while no one will notice a speck of darkness the size of a pin hole.


    My wound quickly healed and I can now feel my body growing stronger. It was as if the energy was reinforcing my very being. I reached out for the third most abundant energy and my muscles seem to tingle slightly before the felt even more energy flood through me. This must be the static in the atmosphere.  I seem to have reached the limit I could hold but the energy was still flowing through me and it seems to be going somewhere. I got the feeling that if I wanted I could still tap into that energy but it wasn¡¯t housed inside of me.


    In order to not take in too much of anything in any one spot, I split what I now think of as my absorption field into small spheres and set them 20 feet in the air in rotation around me like planets orbiting their sun. No I am not trying to stroke my massive ego by making myself the center of my universe.


    While walking back I used my new found well of energy and created all sorts of types of cloth in the form of bundles like you see at the fabric stores. Each bundle 6 feet wide and god knows how long, I ended up clearing the grass in a hundred wide field around me until the burden became too much for me to carry. No John Lenahan, there¡¯s nothing wrong with sheep. It¡¯s just that I have no lawn mower and magic is kick ass. I started heading back towards the house carrying 6 bundles of cloth and a rabbit tied at my waist.

 Chapter 15

    When I got back to the house, the girls where already eating. The chairs have been rearranged slightly and Charlee was now sitting in the chair next to mines. Her face was plastered with a giant grin. I leaned my burdens against the wall and held up the rabbit out by its ears to show my catch. Charlee hopped out of her seat and snatched the rabbit and brought it over to the counter. I looked to Willow and she had her head down staring at her bowls of food. Charlee was back and dragging my arm towards my chair while I watch Willow.


    I sat down as we approached and Charlee slid her grip from my forearm to my hand. ¡°So are you two married now?¡± I heard Willow spitting her food out and turn to look her way when a glob of mush landed on my cheek. Willow rushed over to wipe my face with her napkin while I stayed frozen. Our eyes met and we both blushed simultaneously. Willow looked down and I turn to the side to look away. My eyes locked with Charles instead and her grin was even wider than before. So, not such an innocent little girl after all. I guess living the hard knock life forces you to mature much sooner than kids you see back home.


    ¡°We, umm.¡± I reached back to rub the back of my neck. I wasn¡¯t even sure how marriage work here. Was what we did enough to consider us husband and wife? We didn¡¯t go all the way but... wait a minute. Was Charlee watching us? Oh shit. ¡°Charlee, were you watching us this morning?¡± I said in my adult voice. ¡°No I didn¡¯t peek.¡± She smiled. ¡°I could hear big sis all the way from my room.¡± Willow stood up so hard her chair tipped over. She then ran into the restricted hallway and what must have been her room. I just watch until Charlee kicked me. She gave me the ¡°go after her dumbass¡± look. On the face of a 5 year old it was super cute but still. Is there some kind of special training women go through to learn to look at guys like they are brain dead? Or are women just born with the genetic memory of how and when to use the skill.


    I got up and followed Willow. I was nervous about going into the restricted hallway, scared of what was to come, and super excited. This was my version of chasing the girl down as she is about to board the plane and leave. Too bad there¡¯s no intercom for me to use to confess my undying love or an escalator for her to walk up as my buddies and I play the guitar and sing her the song she was playing when we first met in hopes she would choose me instead of a rich doctor that could give her everything she could ever want.


    Without knocking on her door, I walked in and Willow was standing faced away from me. I know nothing about 3D women so I take a cue from my 2D experience and hesitantly wrap my arms around her from behind. A day ago I would have only been haft a head taller than her but now my chin rested perfectly on the top of her head. Willow¡¯s body seems to mold perfectly to fit mines. I breathed in her sent and it filled me with euphoria. It smelled of sweat and was sweet. I could also smell a hint of sex on her and that started to arouse me also. With expert skill, I moved my hips back as to not expose myself to her.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    I am not sure how long we spent standing there but eventually Willow took my arm and pulled me to the bed. She pushed me lightly and I fell onto the bed. Willow then crawled in and we cuddled. After a while Willow said ¡°Will you have me as your wife?¡± As a man, you need to take responsibility for your own actions. Yeah sure, she did kind of rape me while I was pretending to be sleeping but I was happy to receive her. ¡°I will.¡± I said while pulling her closer into my embrace.


    ¡°So, how do we get married around these parts?¡± I drew out my words out in an awkward manner. ¡°Both parties just have to say there married in front of a witness and it¡¯s done.¡± Willow replied in a manner of fact way. ¡°No wedding ceremony? No reception for guest?¡± I asked. ¡°Not really, unless you count the declaration as a ceremony, and only rich nobles hold some kind of party afterwards. ¡°I may qualify as a noble but we are not a very rich family.¡± Willow answered. ¡°Wait what? You¡¯re a noble?¡± I was stupefied.


    Isn¡¯t she just a girl who lived in a field in the woods next to a lake? Everything about her screams country girl. Willow turned up to look at me with a scowled. ¡°What? Did you think I was just some country bumpkin that would jump on the first guy she saw?¡± ¡°No. Of course not¡± my answer was immediate. That was exactly what had happened from my point of view but my brain had actually worked this time. Willow stared at me as if she doubted my answer but then she must have replayed how events have unfolded to bring us to this point and then she blushed and looked away. ¡°I wasn¡¯t. It¡¯s all your fault anyways. You seduced me with your magic. If it wasn¡¯t for that I would have never. Argh.¡± After Willows small explosion of frustration, she lied quietly in my arms.


    I reached up and used my right hand to brush her hair. It was long but had a few tangles in it. I used a bit of my energy to make it straight as I heard a little moan from Willow before she elbowed me. ¡°You already have me, there¡¯s no need for you to use magic to seduce me more.¡± Willow said with a snort. ¡°I was just getting the tingles out of your hair! I wasn¡¯t trying to seduce you.¡± I said back at her. Willow again turned to look up at me, eyes narrowed.


    She must have seen that I was telling the truth and then said ¡°The difference between a commoner and a noble in this country is the ability to use magic. As someone born from a mage family, I am able to sense when magic is used. Because I can¡¯t actually use magic, my body converts that feeling into arousal. Only maidens who are born to a magic bloodline and cannot use magic suffers from this problem so you see now why I.¡± she stopped before she could confirm that she gave into her desires and jumped me while I was sleeping. I stopped pestering her after that and we both drifted off to sleep.

 Chapter 16

    When I finally woke up, it was already nearing evening and there wasn¡¯t much light coming in through the window shutters. Windows with no glass and just shutters. That¡¯s just asking for someone to brake in. I will need to do something about that. There¡¯s plenty of sand at the beach so it won¡¯t be hard to make some glass. The most difficult part is separating the quarts from everything else in the sand and then heating it up to melting temperatures. I don¡¯t need to do the latter and can just mold the quarts into shape and so it shouldn¡¯t be too hard or take too much time. Something for my list of things to do tomorrow.


    I made my way out from Willows room and back into the kitchen. This time there was the smell of something good cooking as one would expect from a kitchen. The wonderful smell of freshly baked bread was also mixed in. When I got to the table, the rabbit was still roasting over a small spit that was being turned by willow and a fresh loft of bread was resting on in front of the oven door that had already been blocked back up. It wasn¡¯t anything fancy, looked kind of like country bread which made perfect sense.


    With effort I poured a lot of energy into my hands and conjured up a glass salt shaker that was completely filled with granulated salt. When did I start thinking of this as conjuring? From this point on creating purely from energy will hence be known as conjuring and creating from existing materials will be known as molding, I declared like an emperor. Too bad it was only in my head and I was the only witness.


    I placed my hand on Willows hip and I stepped up behind her and placed the salt shaker on the counter edge in front of her. ¡°It¡¯s salt.¡± I declared. Willow picked it up to examine. ¡°It¡¯s so pretty. Is this crystal? Something valuable like this and just to hold salt. You¡¯re spoiling me too much. Thanks Husband.¡± Willow said to me with a beaming smile. Husband, that¡¯s right. I¡¯m a married man now. Husband, I could get use to that. ¡°Anything for you, Wife.¡± I bantered back. Willow Blushed and pushed me aside so that she could walk by me.


    ¡°Aww, the show already ended? I wanted to watch some more.¡± Charlee complained from behind us. I turned around to look at Charlee seated in her chair still next to mines with her legs swinging and a cheerful smile on her face. I noticed that the bundles of fabric I had set aside was still leaning up against the wall.


    I pointed behind Charlee and said ¡°Charlee, I made these for you and your sister. Would you like a new dress or something?¡± Charlee nodded excitedly. She¡¯s still just a little girl after all in thought. I extended my area of influence and enveloped her so that I could measure her body and make a dress that would fit. Yes, I now knew exactly how her nude body was shaped but this was more of a knowledge thing and not me being a pervert and peeking at a little girl. Definitely not going for the Loli route.


    I reached over and touched the bundle of yellow fabric and the dress started to take shape. I slowed the process down on purpose as to but on a bit of a show for Charlee. The dress seemed to weave itself out of nothing while the bundle of fabric started to get used up. The dress was now fully formed and would cover both shoulders down to just past her knees but I wasn¡¯t satisfied with the design. I loosened the weave so that the dress would be light and breathe more easily for comfort. This made the dress slightly see through and so I placed my hand on the white fabric and turned the bottom haft of the dress into a ruffle design with yellow and white alternating. I made the same for the shoulders of the dress.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    I then added a layer of white for the underside of the chest part and made a collar of lace for the dress. I also added in a zipper for the back with a button on top. Finally I made a full set of granny panties from all of the colors and set them on the table. I had noticed that she wasn¡¯t wearing anything underneath. Come to think of it Willow didn¡¯t wear any type of underwear either. Does everyone go commando in this world. I didn¡¯t think I would be one of those MC¡¯s that make it rich selling bras and panties but it could be something I pursue in the future.


    I shook out the dress to present it to her and Charlee squealed in delight before she snatched it and ran off towards her room, the panties laid on the table. Charlee must not had noticed them. I turned back in Willows direction and she was smiling at me while holding a brush. She must have been using that to glaze the rabbit with salt since she had already started to roast the rabbit when I gave her the salt. She turned back to her work as I watch her. Indeed it looks like she had made some kind of brine solution and was glazing the roasting rabbit with it.


    Charlee made her way back now dressed in the sundress I had made her. She looked great in it. Her long blond hair matched the dress perfectly. Willow must have looked like this when she was younger. That brought my smile up another level.


    Charlee did a little spin and I saw the bottom bit of something peeking out. I pointed to the items on the table and told her ¡°Charlee, these are also for you. You¡¯re a lady, we can¡¯t have random strangers peeking at you.¡± Charlee grabbed the top pair and started slipping them on. I turned away to give her some privacy and noticed Willow looking over at the two of us with pink cheeks. She also wasn¡¯t wearing anything and was one of the reasons we got to where we were. If she had been I may have not given in and attacked her. I know that¡¯s just an excuse and I am happy with how things turned out.


    Charlee noticed I was looking away and she stomped her foot to get my attention. I looked back and she had a pout on her face. Maybe it¡¯s just me but the faces of angry children always look so cute to me. She once again gave a twirled and I saw a flash of white. I gave her a thumbs up then moved it down to the side and then back up but then down to the side again. Something was missing. I got up and went over to the fire box and picked up a log. Then I went over to the fabrics again and placed my hand on the white fabric. I used both and created a pair of slippers with wooden soles for her. I then gestured for her to sit on her chair and she hopped on. I took a knee and took one of her legs in hand. Just before I slipped on a slipper I remember that I should have made her some socks. Expending more energy I created the knee high socks directly on her. Then I finally slipped the slippers on and stood up. I gave her a thumbs up. Now she was set.


    Charlee jumped off her chair and gave me a hug, then she ran over to Willow and did a twirl to show off her new cloth. Willow reached out as of to embrace Charlee but stopped mid-way, she looked down and must have noticed she was covered in ash, flour and grease. She settled for a smile and waved for Charlee to move back.


    The rabbit was now cooked and Willow chopped it up into several chunks and divided it up evenly on 3 plates. She also cut the loaf of bread into slices and there was enough for each of us to have 3. I noticed that she took the two smaller end slices for herself. I frowned but didn¡¯t want to upset her good intentions of giving the two of us more. I made a note in my heart to remember this and make it up to her in the future.


    Dinner was great. The rabbit skin was crispy and reminded me of pork belly. The meat itself wasn¡¯t bad. A bit gamey but broke up easily when I chewed. I had read somewhere that rabbit meat was rubbery but this wasn¡¯t the case here. It could just be my wifey¡¯s cooking abilities.


    After dinner was over I tried to make my way back to my room but Willow pulled me towards hers with lust filled eyes. I guess this means that her bedroom is now our bed room.

 Chapter 17 Eros

    As soon as the door closed behind me, our lips were locked in a passionate kiss. It wasn¡¯t one of those soft kisses but a wet feral one. I didn¡¯t care how it would have looked to anyone else and from Willows reactions she didn¡¯t either. Our tongues were licking and tangling against each other¡¯s. I was using mines to massage and explore her teeth, and her lips, she did the same.


    Saliva ran down the sides of our faces and I grabbed the back of her head with one hand and slid the other under her blouse to feel her naked skin and pull her in closer. I felt Willows hands on my belt, trying to get it loose. I had to let go of her to help loosen my belt and my pants fell down taking my boxers with but our lips never parted. Taking my shirt off would have caused us to stop our kiss so I just ripped it off. Willow was slipping out of her dress also. Instead of taking it off properly, she pulled it down and I could hear the ripping of fabric. Once the collar was passed her cleavage it fell down smoothly. I lifted Willow up by the waste and she wrapped her legs around me while I walked us to the bed. Hers was not as fancy as the one I had made but it was going to have to do.


    I bent over the bed and placed her down gently, out lips still trying to devour each others. I had to use one arm to brace myself up so as to not crush Willow underneath but the other slid down to cress her mound. When my fingers touched her opening she let out a moan and our kiss ended. I leaned over to whisper in her ear ¡°That was my first kiss. I hope it left an impression.¡±


    Willow just giggled like a school girl and started pecking me over and over on the lips with kisses. Soon we were back to slobbering over each other. My hand kept rubbing her lower lips and I could feel how slick her slit was. She was wet and ready for me but I wasn¡¯t going to be the guy who stuck it in at the first opportunity. I broke off our kiss and started kissing my way down her body first her chin then her cheeks and down her heck to her color bone. From there my butterfly kisses trailed down until my lips stopped around her hard pink nipple and I opened my mouth wide to take in as much of her nipple and breast as I could. I sucked hard while using my tongue to swore around her nipple.


    My lower hand changed its mode of attack and I used my thumb to rub hard at her clitoris. Willow let out a loud moan and her back arched back but I managed to keep her mostly pinned down. I continued rubbing her clit while alternating from nipple to nipple until Willow screamed and convulsed in orgasm.


    As to not lose momentum, I came back up to give her a peck on the lips before I went all the way down to her lower lips. I used my arms to pull her in close and delve in. This time I had more control and started off my focusing on her clitoris. Her little bead was already swollen and was peeping out from under its hood. I used my tong to stab at it in an attempt to get it all the way out while Willow tried to push me off of her. I didn¡¯t let up and kept alternating from poking to making small circles and sucking until Willow reached her limit and a spray covered my chin and neck as Willow once again convulsed on the bed back arched and legs kicking me, the bed, and into the air.


    I thought she had peed on me and if she did I wouldn¡¯t have minded but the taste and smell told me that it wasn¡¯t. A squirter, Willow was a squirter. That¡¯s another perk to add to Willows nonexistent character sheet. I double down on my efforts now going from her puckered pink ass all the way up her clit and then back down. I didn¡¯t just lick, when the opportunities presented themselves I tried my best to tong fuck her ass also. I was saving her virgin pussy for something else after all.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    I kept going and every 20 to 30 second Willow would convulse in orgasm and then settle back down rocking her hips into my face. It was as if I was already inside of her and she had already adapted to the thrusting of my hips. After Goddesses only know how many in her stream of orgasms Willow has been having I moved myself up to position myself, ready to consummate our marriage.


    I bent over and gave Willow a kiss on the lips and her eyes that had gone glassy regained its focus. She must have felt that something hard has been knocking at her door for a while now and she gave me a nod. Willows legs wrapped themselves around me and I slowly entered her. I did so as gently as I could, a little at a time and pausing to let her get use to me before I slid in a little more. It wasn¡¯t far in when I felt a barrier and pressed through. On Willows face I could see her pain and I kissed her again, this time I kept our lips locked together.


    At about haft my length in, I lost the battle of wills and unloaded inside of her. I broke off our kiss and said ¡°Fuck, sorry I couldn¡¯t hold it in.¡± Willow giggled, then she started laughing. I laughed with her. After a minute or so she said ¡°You¡¯re still hard, let¡¯s keep going.¡± So I did. I kept pushing into her softness until I reached as far as I could. I looked down in-between us and there was still 2-3 inches that didn¡¯t make it in. ¡°Impressive.¡± Willow stated. ¡°There¡¯s no need to stroke my ego.¡± I replied. ¡°Yes there is.¡± Willow threw back at me and as she did she used her legs to pull my hips in more.


    I caught on to what she wanted and slowly started to move my hips rhythmically. Slowly and only pulling an inch or two back at first but as the loud moans came from under me it drove me into thrusting harder, faster and with more of my length as time progressed. Not long after I reach the point where I was using haft the length of my member, Willow reached her first orgasm from intercourse and the convulsions of her insides set me exploding also. I¡¯m not sure if it¡¯s just male nature but I ended up thrusting in as hard and deep as I could before I let loose.


    On Willows face I could see pleasure but also pain. I had heard that hitting the cervix can be quite painful. I was trying to be gentle but lost to my monkey brain and hurt Willow. I covered Willow with my area of influence and poured energy into the areas where she was feeling pain. The area around her hymen healed but did not grow back and the broken blood vessels on her cervix also regenerated.


    To my surprise, activating my energies seems to have also healed me and thus healing my spent vitality. I could also feel the energies flowing to my testicles and prostate, increasing the rate I was able to produce semen significantly. Was this sex magic or healing magic. I decided that it was a topic for another time and threw it into the back of my head.


    Willows vitality was also increasing and I could tell she was ready to go again. I smiled and kept my rhythm, now with the energies flowing between the two of us. Going by what Willow had confessed to me this afternoon, she no longer felt my magic as an aphrodisiac but having us both at 100% had its own benefits. Willow had caught onto my rhythm and I was now using the entire length of my penis.


    I stopped caring about holding it in and just let my cum flow out whenever it wanted to. Willow seems to be doing the same. We continued to rut on the bed in the same missionary position we had started in for hours, even when I noticed that there was light now peeping in through the windows. It wasn¡¯t until an overpowering wave of energy exploded out from Willow that I stopped moving. I could feel the energy sear through my very being and was absorbed into that other place. It felt like eons of pain for me but when I regained my composure, Willow was looking up at me with a questioning expression. Then I noticed it. ¡°Willow, you¡¯re pregnant.¡± I told her in a soft whisper.

 Chapter 18

    A week has passed sense our marriage and during that time I had made several things and learned more about magic. That first morning I noticed that Charlee had red eyes and dark rings under her eyes. I guess we were too loud again. I made a box spring mattress for both our and Charlee¡¯s room. I turned my old bedroom into a proper bathroom with a shower and working toilet. I made a waste tank deep, deep underground. It was large enough that it should never fill in our life time. I made the walls and floors out of marble and there were windows made with cloudy glass that would let some light in but you couldn¡¯t see through.


    I also made some incandescent lights for the entire house. The hardest thing to make was the rubber. My first few attempts at Turing plant fiber into rubber failed and I only got raw rubber sap. It wasn¡¯t until I remember that raw rubber could be volcanized into workable rubber that things started to progress again. I guess that means I can¡¯t make something I don¡¯t at least somewhat understand. That means no Gundam mobile suit or mech armor any time soon. A few buried lead acid batteries and as long as I charge them once every few days there was no problem.


    I also learned that I could copy objects quite easily. Like the rubber, once I had made some and had it I could easily replicate it and mold it into any shape or form I wanted. The house has transformed significantly. It no longer had the log house look but was now made of stone and marble. I expanded all of our rooms and redid the whole kitchen. I was planning to make an electric stove but Willow refused so I made a wood fire stove out of steel for her instead. That should save on fuel and keep me away from splitting wood.


    Using magic was no longer exhausting as long as I didn¡¯t take from myself and used the energy stored from that other place I now think of as my Well of Power or just Well. That morning when our now growing child was conceived, there was what I believe a large release of life energy. See? Naming magic that cleans, starts small fires and all of those little things that make life more convenient ¡°Life magic¡± seems dumb now doesn¡¯t it.


    It seems that making or changing things that are alive uses a lot more energy. I experimented and tried to change a potato plant into a tomato plant as they are both from the nightshade family but it took a lot more energy than anything else I had ever made. I succeeded but living things seems to need or have that extra something. Makes since, if you have ever seen anyone die, there¡¯s a moment where you can see the very life leave their eyes. In video you can never tell but in person it¡¯s obvious when that happens. In the movies they try to replicate that with a loosening of the grip of a hand and the falling of said hand or a head tilting to the side. Don¡¯t get me wrong that happens but they can never perfectly re-create that moment between life and death.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    I had also learned that my magic was not normal. Most mages can only do one thing such as fire magic or wind magic. The most abundant were the elementalist, earth, fire, wind, water, light and dark. There are also healers but they are quite rare. The things I can do have only been heard of in the legends. Male mages are also rare. Only about 1 in 30 mages is a male and the number of people who awaken into mages is already small. The more powerful the bloodline of a mage the greater the chance that one would awaken their magic.


    In Blasmar, there are 3 great mage houses. The House of Dawn which is the royal house, the Stormbringers who lead the military and Castos, the richest family in the kingdom. Each house owns one form of power and so they all balance themselves at the moment.


    We were starting to run out of supplies and so it was about time to make a trip to the closest town and make some purchases. It took more energy but I conjured up some coins duplicating some of the ones that Willow had shown me. On the coins was the royal crest and on the other side was a blob. Willow said it was an image of the queen sitting on her throne but it just looked like a blob to me.


    The coins here are not the perfectly stamped ones like back home. It¡¯s more like some guy tried to stamp the coins with a hammer and always missed but nobody ever bothered to fire him. I also brought some of the knives, pots and pans I had created to trade or sell. The girls had for the last 2 years been living off the money their father had left for them and so didn¡¯t have much of an income. I finally learned what the girls did all day and that was embroidery. As a noble lady they were not allowed to be seen doing manual labor and so embroidery was one of the few ways they could make money.


    I had crafted a cart in anticipation for our journey. I want to be able to bring back more supplies so as to improve the livelihood of my family. Thinking of the two girls and our now growing child brought warmness to my heart. Just one night and I got her pregnant. I was both happy and sad. Happy that our family was growing and sad because I had finally experienced sex and now we had to refrain so as to not risk bringing harm to our child. I know it¡¯s not just me that is frustrated. Our nights of extensive petting told me all of that.


    The cart I crafted had several hidden modern tech. I had installed ball bearings to make the pulling smoother and spokes to relieve the pressure on the rim and wheel. The frame was constructed out of tubes of aluminum and everything was covered with a thin layer of wood as camouflage. Now we were ready for our trip to Norton Town.

 Chapter 19

    The trip to Norton took us about 13 hours total with a few breaks as we traveled. I pulled the cart while my two ladies rode. Willow offered to walk but I was able to talk her into riding. Charlee with her small frame would have slowed us down. It didn¡¯t bother me, I drew on my well and never tired. I even started to create a bit of a path. Whenever there was an area that was hard to walk past I would use my magic and flatten the ground or clear a path. Some day if I have time I want to make a proper road.


    I estimate that the distance from Els Lake to Norton which was to the east was about 30 miles. The people here did measure distance but everyone thought in terms of travel time and not distance. If you would ask someone how far is it to so and so, they would say something like half a day¡¯s walk.


    It was still the early haft of the afternoon when we arrived at the outskirts of Norton Town. To me it looked like a small European town.  The buildings were a mixture of stone and wooden structures. The town didn¡¯t have a true wall but there was a palisade on the opposite side covering the east. I saw no guards and Willow gestured me to proceed forward.


    As we got closer I could make out the sounds of music and what must have been celebrating. I turned to ask Willow ¡°Is there a festival or something going on?¡± She shook her head. ¡°There¡¯s nothing at this time of year. Let¡¯s go check it out.¡± Charlee who has been sleeping most of the trip now had wide eyes and looked excited.


    I continued my way into town and we reached what must have been the town square. There was indeed a festival in full swing. There were stalls selling to people as they passed by and many of the towns folk looked drunk. Drinking in the middle of the day. So that¡¯s the kind of world this is. People were eating, there was a band playing some kind of folk song and a crowd was dancing in the middle of the square. I wonder what they are celebrating. Then I looked over to where there was a group of men seated at a long table and were being served. They all had on mix match sets of armors but you could tell that it was all quality items.


    I saw a man stand up at the head of the table and he raised his cup. I couldn¡¯t make out what he said but everybody cheered and downed their drinks. Behind me I heard Willow and Charlee shifting. I turned back to look and Willow had already ducted under the shaft and was running towards the man who had made the speech. Charlee was slower but was also running towards the man. I watch as he noticed her coming and opened his arms as she leapt into him. They spanned a few times until the momentum she had unleashed had been used up and then Charlee was there. They all hugged as I and everyone else watched.


    I made my way through the crowd and stayed back a bit so as to not disturb the moment the 3 were sharing. I failed however and the man noticed me. Their group hug was broken apart and all 3 of them turned to look at me. I wasn¡¯t exactly sure on what I had to do but I lowered the kickstand on the cart and walked over to the group and offered my hand. ¡°It¡¯s good to finally meet you sir. I¡¯m Willows husband Luke.¡±


    ¡°Are you now?¡± the man said as he examined me from the feet up. His stare was intimidating but I held firm. This man must be my father in law. There¡¯s no way Willow and Charlee would hug any random man. He reached out his hand and went past mines to grab my forearm. I returned the gesture. Watching so much Stargate prepared me for the whole forearm grabbing thing instead of a hand shake.


    His hands were large and his grip was tight. I then felt a bit of magic from him but as it was about to enter my arm Willow tugged on his other sleeve and he stopped. I wasn¡¯t sure what he was trying to do but Willow must have and that was why she did what she did.


    ¡°How goes the war?¡± Willow hurriedly asked. Her father gave her a knowing look. ¡°Well.¡± He said. ¡°We were able to drive back those Ironford mongrels and earned ourselves some leave.¡± I suspect that he raised his voice for the crowd to hear. The crowd responded with a cheer.


    My father in law placed his meaty arm around my shoulders and grabbed my shoulder hard as to prevent me from escaping his clutches. We all walked over to the table and there were chairs brought over so that we could be seated. As soon as my butt hit my seat, my father in law gestured to Willow and Charlee and said loudly ¡°Men. These two are my daughters make them feel welcome.¡± All of the rough looking men at the table raised their mugs and cheered ¡°Hear, Hear!¡±This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    I was promptly ignored. I can¡¯t blame the guy, while he was off fighting a war I had moved in without his knowledge or permission and I even claimed one of his lovely daughters. As the girls sat, a group of young women came around with extra plates and mugs and set them in front of Willow and Charlee but as one of the ladies was about to set the table for me, I noticed my father in law wave from under the table and like the shifting of railroad tracks she maneuvered away smoothly as if she had never intended to walk in my direction in the first place. Willow noticed this and stared at her father frowning.


    Was I supposed to be embarrassed to be shunned in public? Yes, but I really wasn¡¯t. This was actually starting to get fun. I wonder how far he is going to go. Food had already been laid on the table and everyone was full into eating. Willow filled her plate and tried to shift it to me but with a small shake of my head she stopped. I gave her a chin up to relay that she should go ahead and eat and she reluctantly did so. She was now eating for two after all.


    Charlee didn¡¯t seem to notice any of the byplay and if she did it was ignored completely. With relish she had dug into her food with gusto, mainly aiming at the different meats. As I sat I listened to the conversations around me. It seems that Ironford had tried to push across the border with a surge of over 1000 men on top of the army of 1500 that had already been scrimmaging on the border for the past 3 years. Blasmar had been getting slowly pushed back but when the disgraced prince arrived 2 years ago, they started to reclaim territory.


    With his leadership, they were able to hold out against the surge with only 1000 men and even pushed the invaders back. It was this victory that earned them a 6 months leave. As travel took 2 months, the men gathered here will only have 2 months¡¯ time with their families before they will need to start the march back to the border. I have some thoughts on vehicles I could possibly build to decrease travel time but that will need to come later.


    As the men drink their fill and the town¡¯s people started to clear the square, the men suddenly seem to all at once stop what they were doing and stood up. With right fist to left breast the men thumped their chest right over their hearts in what could only be a salute. ¡°Long live Prince Brian.¡± One of the rough men said. Every man standing echoed ¡°Long live Prince Brian.¡±


    My father in law, the prince apparently, stood up and returned the salute. ¡°I am a prince no more, just a Baron. I was deemed unworthy of that title and was given one more worthy of one such as I by our queen, her Highness Bridget of the House of Dawn. Speak no more of my former title, I do not wish for any of my brothers in arms to be punished.¡± All of the men thumped their chest twice in acceptance of the words of the prince. After doing so the all seem to disperse. Each going their own way.


    Shit, I thought to myself. I went the princess route after all. Politics is going to be a headache. The girls seem happy that they now had their father all to themselves and they chatted happily. Charlee had somehow made her way up Brians shoulders and was now riding him. Willow walked beside him holding his arm. I walked a little ways back to give them the space they needed. It had been a long time for the girls since they had their father in their lives. There¡¯s no need for me to ruin this moment for them.


    We walked roughly in the direction of our cart and so I dragged it along when we got close. Following Brian, we made it to an inn. Inside, Brian went up and chatted with the man behind the counter. I could see him pointing at the girls and then at me. I had a bad feeling about this. He then set down a coin purse and the man behind the counter handed him 2 keys. I figured that he had only paid for a room for himself and a room for the girls to share.


    I walked up to the man behind the counter and asked him for a room but as expected he replied that the inn was full. Extending my awareness to cover the inn completely I confirmed my suspicions. There were other patrons staying at the inn but most of the rooms were empty. Brian had bought out the inn to bard me from staying near the girls. He had made things inconvenient for me but I wasn¡¯t angry, annoyed? Yes, but not angry.


    I shrugged my shoulders and headed out to my cart. I hauled my cart over to the side of the inn and with the use of some energy, I molded my cart into something resembling a cover wagon, only much smaller. I then molded some of the clothes we had stored inside of the now mini cover cart and turned those into blankets and a pillow. It¡¯s ok to give Brian a few victories, he is my father in law after all.

 Chapter 20

    I woke to the sounds of people moving about the inn. once again I extended my area of influence to cover the inn and saw that Brian had woken and was down in the common room but the girls were still asleep. Instead of going inside to join my father in law for breakfast, I decided to get the shopping we had originally planned this trip for done.


    I molded the cart back to how it originally looked and started heading back to the square. on the way there however I spotted the smithy that I had seen yesterday and stopped by to see of I could purchase some raw materials. Yes I can just get it out of the ground or conjure it but it takes much less energy to simply mold material that is already available. I know I have tons of energy stored up already but I have a feeling that I should save it, not just that, I feel that I need to store up a lot more than what I have currently.


    The smithy has 2 large sliding doors like the ones you would sometimes see on a barn. I walked inside and saw that the insides was set up like a workshop and not a store.  One of the two men working inside saw me and came over. ¡°Here for a request?¡± he asked. I shook my head. ¡°No. I wanted to buy some ingots or barstock if you had any.¡± The man looked me up and down before he waved for me to follow him. ¡°Come on back. This be the smithy side of things. what you actually want is the foundry. No matter. We can just cut on through to the other side.¡±


    We didn''t go all the way through to the foundry but in the middle of the two there was several shelves of stacked materials. ¡°We got iron, steel, copper and tin.¡± The man pointed out as he named each one. I picked a steel ingot off the shelf and examined it. It was pretty low quality. The thing was filled with impurities. A normal smith would need to spend hours pounding the impurities out by hand.


    I also did the same for all of the other 3 metals, they were all low quality. I looked back to the mand and told him ¡°I want 400 pounds of your iron, 200 of steel, and 100 of each copper and tin. How much is it going to cost me?¡± He looked me once over again and started to rub his chin before he said ¡°20 silver.¡± ¡°Done, but only if you load the cart.¡±I reached out my hand with a smile. It''s very likely he''s ripping me off but money wasn''t a problem for me.


    We shook hands to my surprise and then he started yelling for his people to start loading my cart. where there was only one other guy in the workshop, there was over ten that must have been in the foundry side. When they saw my cartI was given a look of skepticism like theres no way my little cart could take all that weight. I just gave them a nod and they started loading. The cart slowly sank as it was loaded but not into the ground. I had installed shock absorbing springs to make the ride more comfortable for the girls. The men loading looked amazed at how much weight my cart seem to be able to take but didn''t say anything.


    With everything loaded, I counted 20 silver coins into the man''s hand before I introduced myself to him. ¡°The names Luke, it was good doing business with you.¡± ¡°Bradley¡± the man said, naming himself. We shook hands once again and then I was off. As I traveled, a large amount of dust seems to be falling from my cart. This of course was all of the impurities in the metals that was being expelled.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    By the time I got to my next destination, all the impurities had been expelled and the cart was 1/5th lighter. The shop sign had a bag and a pitchfork on it.I wasn''t exactly sure that this was the correct destination butI went inside anyways. Inside there was a woman standing behind a counter and several bags were set on shelves. ¡°Excuse me, do you sell seeds here?¡±I called out before I even reached the counter. ¡°We do, what you looking for hun.¡± the woman called back. I want 50 pounds of every type of seed you have.


    ¡°I only have wheat, barley and potatoes in sacks of 50. I have carrot in 20 and I also have a few  small bags of apple and rose.¡± The woman wasn''t phased at all. ¡°I¡¯ll take 20 of carrot and all of the apple and rose you have. How much?¡±I smiled. Her expression never changing she simply stated ¡°Two and twenty.¡± If I heard this back home I would have asked for clarification but fantasy novels had educated me in this aspect. People use to talk that way to make it easier for those with less education to understand them.


    I took out two silvers and placed it on the counter before counting out the 20 coppers and leaving them in nice stacks of ten next the the silver. She swiped them off the counter into pockets on her apron and went through a door that was set behind her. Soon after everything I had bought was stacked on the counter, I took it all with me in 1 trip. It had some weight to it and I had to draw on a bit more energy but the shopkeeper woman had done the same andI didn''t sense any magic usage. Does this count as me losing my man card for the day? No way right?


    My final destination was a small book store I had spotted on the way into town. It was a small stone structure that actually had glass windows. As I walked inside I saw only 4 book shelves. One against each wall. There was less than 200 books total in the shop. One of the shelves stood behind a counter and at the counter sat a little old man. he sat there quietly reading.  it was up to me to break the silence. ¡°Good morning sir, do you have any books on magic? ¡±I announced.


    The man looked up to see me, then he placed something in the book to keep his page and placed the book down on the counter. ¡°Good morning, to the sion of which of the great houses am I addressing?¡± The man said in a stately manner. his tone and speech would fit him better if he was a butler of some noble house then a man selling books in a little shop.


    Years of dungeons and dragons served me well and I stepped into my nobleman persona. ¡°You must forgive me good sir, I seem to have caused you some confusion. I am in fact not a sion of any of the great houses. I am bound to the House of Dawn through marriage however.¡± I gave the man a nod of my head with only a slight tilting of my back. I¡¯m not sure what protocol is but I know that you can''t go around showing too much indifference to people in this type of feudal scenario.  You will only look like a fake or worst, a fool.


    My words seem to have done the trick and the man bent under the counter. I heard a jingle of what could have been keys then the sliding of a door. The the man stood back up and produced a thin leather bound book and placed it on the counter. ¡°One Royal¡± the man said, his hands still holding onto the book. I knew he was trying to rip me off big time but fantasy novel knowledge tells me that nobels always pay the asking price in public and never barter. So going along with my rolI took out one of the gold coins I had conjured and placed it on the table. Like a hostage exchange he snatched up the coin and I did the same with my new prize. I got the hell out of there as soon as I could. The man was starting to creep me out. It was timeI met back up with the girls .

 Chapter 21

    Before I even reached the inn, I had extended my area of influence to cover the inn and so I knew that both Willow and Charlee was eating in the common room with their father Brian. Area of influence is such a long description that at that moment I decided to go the Michael G. Manning route and call it mage sight. I know I could have gone the Chinese light novel route and called it a domain, but mage sight sounds a lot cooler, even in my own head.


    As I walked in the door, I used cleaning magic on myself to rid me of any of the dust, sweat and grime that could have accumulated. I walked up to the table the 3 were eating at and as I sat down I gave Willow a kiss on her forehead. I also used that moment to use my cleaning magic on her as well. Once she had learned about that little trick of mines she wanted me to use it on her all the time. As a loving husband I happily obliged. It didn''t take much energy anyways and I liked seeing her smile whenever she felt the magic wash over her.


    Brian looked annoyed, but I ignored him to talk to the little waitress that was now standing next to me. ¡°Would you like a plate sir? Something to drink?¡± she asked. ¡°I¡¯ll have what she''s having.¡± I pointed at Willows plate of hams and easy over eggs with a roll of bread. The girl nodded, and it wasn''t until she was walking away that I noticed she was only 12 or 13. Willow gave me a kick under the table and I looked over to her. ¡°She''s too young for a sister wife.¡± Willow whispered to me. What the fuck was a sister wife I thought, then it dawned on me. Willow thought I was checking out that kid. ¡°No, I was just surprised because such a young girl was working here is all.¡± Willow gave me a look that said she didn''t believe me, but it was only for a moment before her expression softened.


    Willow turned back to her plate and I accidently locked eyes with Brian. ¡°Good morning sir.¡± I said to him. He grunted as a response. Charlee took the opportunity of finishing her plate and pointed her finger at me. This had recently become her sign for me to use cleaning magic on her. She wasn''t as bad as her sister. Charlee only requested cleaning 2 or 3 times a day. I played along and as our fingers touched I used cleaning on her and released a little bit of light for showmanship. I was originally trying to copy the twinkle and sparkle of the fairy godmother for Cinderella like in the Disney movies, but it ended up as a small flash instead. I will need to practice some more and see if I can get the effect right.


    It''s not good enough to just do magic, you got to have style also. I¡¯m not going to channel too much of my inner Chuunibyou to the point where I am calling out my actions, but a bit of light and some arm waving is within my self-imposed limits. It¡¯s not liked my antics was going to hurt anyone.


    ¡°That magic. What is it?¡± I heard from Brian. I looked over to him and again our eyes locked. ¡°It''s cleaning magic father.¡± I said with a cheer and a smile. ¡°I saw his left eye twitch and his face began to redden. I wasn''t sure if that reaction for my magic or my use of the title father, but I smiled on.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    ¡°That''s what your magic does? Clean?¡± He said clean like it was a curse. ¡°Yes father. Fear not, your daughter will never have need for doing laundry with me around. Think of all the time she will save, especially after we have 5 or 6 more kids.¡± I grinned at him like an idiot before I pulled Willow in and kissed her on the cheek.


    A loud bang echoed throughout the common room and I saw that the board where Brian¡¯s hand had struck was shattered. Woops, that may have been a bit much. ¡°More?¡± Brian growled. ¡°I¡¯m pregnant father.¡± Willow whispered, but the room had gone so quiet everybody could hear. Charlee then began to cry. I reached over and started petting her head. Her cries slowed as I rubbed her head. ¡°It¡¯s alright Charlee, your daddy''s not mad. He¡¯s just happy that Willow is going to have a baby.¡± I leaned in towards Charlee and in a conspiratorial stage whisper said ¡°You see? Men aren''t like women. when we are happy or excited, sometimes we like to hit things. You saw all of those men slamming their mugs last night, right?¡± Charlee nodded. ¡°See?¡± I said to her.


    Charlee then looked over to Brian and I moved my hand off of Charlee as Brian''s took its place. ¡°That''s right. I¡¯m just happy that our family¡¯s growing was all.¡± I couldn''t feel any sincerity, but Charlee didn''t seem to have noticed. Charlee¡¯s mood did a 180 and she was back in a cheerful mood.


    The last 5 minutes had drained me, but Charlee looked to have more energy now than when I walked in. Willow was also smiling; her father''s words were forced but it seems like he has finally accepted our marriage.


    My food arrived, and I gave it a taste. it was bland. rubbing my thumb and forefinger over my plate I conjured some salt and sprinkled it on my eggs. I did the same for what remained of Willows. To my shame I didn''t notice, and she had said nothing. Willow gave me a thankful smile in return. The eggs tasted fine but was over cooked. the yokes had hardened. The ham was dry but edible, but it was the drink that surprised me. I took a swig and tasted alcohol. I reached over and grabbed Willows mug and gave it a sniff. Yup, it was the same as mines. Willow was pregnant and drinking alcohol.


    Before anger over took me my knowledge of history kicked in and I realized that this must be what''s called a small beer. People use to drink it because it was safer than water. My anger left me, and I dumped the remainder of her mug into mines before I used cleaning magic on the mug and filled it with the moisture from the air around us. I also conjured some sugar into the mug and with a bit of kinetic energy I stirred the contents until everything dissolved.


    Wordlessly I handed the mug back to Willow. We are going to need a long talk about health care after this. Willow took a sip and smiled but then passed the mug across the table to Charlee. Charlee also took a sip and excitedly chugged the contents. it was then that I noticed that she too had a mug and with a sniff I confirmed the content was the same. I went through the same routine, this time dumping the contents into Brian''s mug and setting it back in front of Charlee.


    I would have given it to Willow, but Charlee had already finished Willows mug and so to give the mug to Charlee just seem to be the thing to do. I repeated my act for the third time but before Willow could take the mug, Brian picked it up and took a hard swallow. ¡°Too sweet.¡± was all he said before placing the now empty mug back on the table. With a sigh I filled the mug backup and set it in front of Willow. I don''t understand how bartenders can do this all day.

 Chapter 22

    We left the inn and I paid with 2 silvers. Much more than what the meal would have cost, but I figured I should pay for the repair of the table also. When we exited, Brian went around the inn and as he made his way back he was followed by two horses. the lead horse was big, I have no idea how to judge horses, but it was like one of those war horses in the movies. I think they call them chargers. The second horse was smaller and had less muscle. I¡¯m pretty sure it was a pack horse. it did after all had a bunch of packs tied on to it. Not sure on the breed but it was brown, and I think it was a mare. It had no jingling parts like the charger.


    We made our way to the edge of town before I had us stop. I wanted to mold the cart and materials into something that would make it easier to manage while in transport. What I came up with was to simply make wagons and attach them with towing ball mounts. The paths we will need to take are narrow, so each wagon was only about 5 feet across and 10 feet long. I used the opportunity to turn my original cart into a wagon with the front wheels mounted on a sway bar to make it possible to turn and control where the cart is going.


    What I truly wanted to do was to mount the horses to the lead wagon but when I looked over to Brian, I could just tell that he wouldn''t let me, so I improvised instead. the end result was 3 Wagons with the 2 horses tied to the last wagon.


    I sat in the front with Willow by my side and Brian and Charlee say in the center Wagon. the last wagon held all of our purchased goods and the pack material that Brian had originally on his horses. No need to make them carry all of that stuff when there''s ample space in our wagons.


    Transferring energy from my well into kinetic energy and focusing it on the 2 front wheels of the lead cart we begin to move forward. Slowly at first but we picked up speed quickly. The only problem was that what I was doing took focus and was draining.


    Thankfully I took the time to flatten the path we took to get here so the ride was relatively smooth. The only true hiccup came when we got to our first bend. Mentally steering and using a steering wheel are completely different. I have to make one-wheel spin slightly faster than the other, then push on the sway bar so that the axle turns in the direction I want.


    It''s going to be some time until I can build a true automobile. Karl Benz, I wish you were here. That way I could use you to re-invent the first automobile and then paten it as my own idea like what Thomas Edison did with the light bulb.


    ¡¯m not sure how fast we were going but it took around 4 hours for us to make it back to the house. When you¡¯re riding in a little metal box with no safety equipment, even 5-10 miles per hour feels fast. I should put in some seat belts or a roll cage sometime in the future.


    As we rolled up to the house, the thought of a horseshoe driveway crossed my mind. I had always wanted one of those but unfortunately, I never had. Those things always took up a lot of space, so you had to either be loaded or lived way out there. Guess I fall into the latter of those two now.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    I did get a small victory in when I saw the shocked look on Brian''s face when we came up to the house. When he left, this was just a wooden house. Now it looked closer to a small mansion. Now that I know more about the history of my new family, I want to turn this place into a castle. Do I need a castle? No, but it''s not just little girls that dream of castles.


    Every castle is different but really there are really only variations of 3 different types. First is the Motte and Bailey. This is simply a small fort sometimes on a small hill that is surrounded by a palisade or wall. This is then surrounded by a moat which may or may not be filled with water.


    It¡¯s cheap, it''s easy to construct and for me the house is already on a hill and so it would take minimal effort. This was going to be home however and so I wanted something much nicer than just the bare bones. If I was constructing an outpost for 200 to 300 men, this is what I would likely go for.


    Next is a step up and that would be the Keep. The keep itself is usually a large rectangular stone structure that would be the tallest in the area. With its thick walls and single entry, you can barricade yourself inside and let your archers loose on any enemy invaders that make it past your walls. Earth''s history has had many people relying on this tactic while they waited for rescue.


    Keeps are usually accompanied with tall stone walls and several towers. A moat along with a palisade or wall would go a long way in slowing down invaders. Buying time for snipers in the towers to take them down. With this setup, you¡¯re now talking about having the ability to house actual troops.


    owers that house 50 - 60 men each, a keep that would house the noble family along with officers and staff and a bailey where you can build what equates to a small town. This is the most common type of castle. It''s expensive but it''s something that can be built in 1 generation. If grandpa started to build the structure, by the time you take over it would be ready to use.


    What I really want to build is a Concentric Castle. When you see castles in fantasy movies, this is likely what you were looking at. Concentric Castles have an inner and outer wall, but it''s not just that. What truly makes them more defendable is the ability to man the walls. With pike men and archers able to hide behind battlements, the survivability of each man increases greatly.


    Not only are there men shooting from the top of the outer walls, towers and the inner walls. The walls themselves can be built so that men can be house in the walls themselves. Arrow slits can be put in a way that allows the people inside to shoot out, but the angle would be nearly impossible for any attacker.


    The gates can be guarded with not only the sturdy gates themselves but also with several portcullis made of steel. Too heavy to lift and with its interlocking pattern, rams will have a hard time bringing them down. All of that and we haven''t even reached the thousands of troops a castle of this design can house.


    Does it make any sense to build a castle for so few people? Of Course not, but what I really want is to create a city. The castle will assure protection and will make a good structure to attract people to move here. Every gamer knows that having a strong base to act as support and as a fallback location in case you need to take shelter is a must.


    Back on Earth I didn''t really have shit but now I have people who will be counting on me for protection. There''s already a war just a day¡¯s drive from here if I still had a car. That''s practically right on my doorstep.


    Two months¡¯ time to carry out all my crazy ideas. Why two months? In two months, I¡¯ll be headed for war. I hope Willow doesn''t get mad at me.

 Chapter 23

    Before any of the fun can begin, we had to put away the groceries. Like a rebellious teenager, Brian hopped off the wagon at the first opportunity and went to stand at the door waiting for someone to unlock it. I waved Willow and Charlee off when they tried to grab anything. I went to the last wagon and untied the horses, then molded a stone pillar in place and tied the horses onto it.


    I then hopped back onto the lead wagon and drove the train to the southern side of the house where I had a garage entrance to my workshop on the first basement level of the house. I want to eventually make a modern style of garage door but for now it was just a sliding door like on a barn.


    As I looked around my lightly furnished workshop I came up with a clever idea. instead of unloading everything, I should just mold the wagons into shelves. With that plan now set, I waved hopped of the wagon. Doing my best Jedi impression, I waved my hand and all of the wagons unlatched from each other.


    Stretching out my right hand like I was grabbing something, I picked up the last wagon and set it next to the wall. Spending some more of the energy in my well, the wagon slowly morphed into shelving. I modeled it after the sort of racking you would find in a warehouse with uprights and wired decking that sat on beams.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    Everything seem to be taking shape and the actual material usage was lower then what I had expected. The iron from just one wagon was able to make roughly 3 uprights, 8 beams and enough decking to cover all of the beams with some to spare. Of course, I had added in some of carbon I conjured up to make it into steel. I don''t remember the exact composition, but I knew it was around 2%.


    Just as I was finishing up, one of Brian''s saddle bags started to tumble off the racking. I¡¯m not sure why I didn''t use kinetic energy to hold the bag up but instead I started to absorb. As I did so, the bag stopped in midair.


    Now I have been thinking about absorbing matter into energy directly and when I tried it failed. I also have theorized that I can use my energy to excite the molecules in matter to the point where everything separates back into energy, i.e., a nuclear reaction. Risking death by nuclear fire is not a risk I want to take at this time and so that idea will need to be shelved until a later date.


    I didn''t think of it before as energy and so I never even tried to absorb it, but gravity is all around us. It''s always exerting its influence on all matter and is the main factor virtually all the kinetic energy around us. I¡¯m no physicist but I do understand that the saddle bag had potential energy while on the shelf and as it was falling, that energy was expressed as kinetic energy.


    Now that I realized I can absorb the gravitational energy around me, I spread my mage sight to its maximum which seems to have grown to somewhere nearing half a mile. I drank in the energy deeply and channeled it into my well. That''s when my head exploded, and everything turned to darkness.

 Chapter 24

    My first coherent thought was ¡°oh shit I died.¡± Then it came to me that if I was dead I wouldn¡¯t be able to think. I tried to open my eyes, but I wasn¡¯t able to. Next, I tried to move my limbs. My arms and leg wouldn¡¯t move. Finally, something clicked in my brain and I expanded my mage sight to see what the problem was.


    I was in my bed sleeping next to Willow and somehow, I had cocooned myself in the comforter. My eyes were glued shut with crusted blood which must have been a side effect from me trying to absorb too much energy at one time. Idiot me rushed to conclusions again not just with my stunt the lead to me passing out once again but also when I woke.


    First, I used cleaning magic on the entire bed to get rid of the blood on my face and anything else that could have gotten stained. I then used my mage sight to view my cocoon and through some wiggling and the use of magic I was able to free myself.


    I usually hate having my head covered while sleeping so I¡¯m not sure how I ended up all wrapped. I also didn¡¯t want to wake Willow and so my movements had to be slow and gentle. Willow had a thin blanket over her, but I added the comforter to give her extra warmth.


    I made my way back down to my workshop. I absorbed some of the gravity pulling on me to lighten my steps. It¡¯s not like I didn¡¯t learn my lesson from absorbing gravity but that I tried to do too much at once.


    I have noticed that the more I used my magic, the more my capabilities grew. Every time I blacked out from overly exerting my magic, it seems to grow exponentially when I recovered. This method seems like the most expedient way to grow my powers but trauma to the brain repeatedly can¡¯t be good. Its best to stick with a more conventual training method.


    As I arrived at my workshop, I saw a scene out of a horror movie. There was blood everywhere. Bloody footprints on the floor, bloody hand prints on the door and walls, bloody drag marks like what you would see in the movies after a murder. The most horrifying part was the giant pool of blood. I can¡¯t remember how much blood is inside of the human body but what was in front of me looked to be a lot more then what a single body could hold.


    I knew that all of it was mine, there was a feel to it that I got from the blood. Strange enough the blood was still red and only the edges had started to coagulate. I could feel that there was a lot of energy still in the blood. Was that what was keeping the blood alive? On a whim I stuck my index finger into the pool and the energy started to flow into me even without me doing anything.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    The amount of energy I was able to absorb was roughly equal to the amount I used to conjure 10-12 silver coins. If this was a week ago, that would have been close to the amount of personal energy I could use in one go but I get the feeling that my current self could easily do 20 times more then that and not feel exhausted.


    Thinking about how I was growing more powerful made me feel a lot better and my chest puffed out a bit all on its own. After I had finished absorbing the energy from the blood pool, it resembled puddle of jelly. Looking at my own blood was starting to make my feel sick and so I activated cleaning magic on the entire room. I watch as the blood disappeared.


    As I watch the blood slowly dissolve, I started to wonder. Where does all the dirt I clean go? I used my mage sight to examine the last bits that were dissolving into thin air but got nothing, it was just gone. Damn, I was hoping that it was turning into energy and being absorbed without me noticing or I had an inventory system that was accumulating all of this stuff.


    I decided to experiment by using clean on my coins. They immediately gained another level in appearance; every coin now had a polished look to them. I then scattered the coins onto the floor and closed my eyes to concentrate on the idea that the floor was now dirty by having all of those coins scattered everywhere.


    Once the thought was fixated in my mind I opened them and casted clean on the workshop floor. All of the coins vanished. A huge grin bloomed on my face. I¡¯m not sure how this works exactly but I had confirmed that I was onto something. I looked back down at the empty coin purse that I was still holding a tried to conjure replacement coins but now I got the feeling that I had options. I had never noticed it before, but I could feel 2 distant ways to create the coins.


    There¡¯s only one way to find out what each did and so I tried the first method. I was able to produce a silver coin without difficulty. The second method had almost the same result. This coin had a kind of resonance to it that felt similar uniquely of myself. The first coin must have been what I started out using where I used the material around me to create, while the second is what I now refer to as conjuring.


    I then used both methods on creating a copper coin. Method 1 used significantly less energy than method 2 which used only a little less then the cost of the silver coin. I looked over to my shelves and saw that the closest ingot seems to be missing a corner. If my thought process is correct, then depending on if I have material available to me or not I could switch between the two and maximize my efficiency.


    I still don¡¯t know where the stuff I clean go but I feel that I have learned a bit more about myself in the process. If I can just use cleaning magic to clear land or make tunnels it would make my building project go much smoother.