Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 12:29:32 +0000
From: Guy Cornelius <magesofcornelia@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Mages of Cornelia Part 1

Disclaimer: All the usual rules apply, if you are too young blah blah,
shouldn't be reading this, etc etc but
seriously, who is going to know! Also, this story may contain acts of a gay
sex so if this offends you:
1) How the hell did you come to be reading this anyway? Is there something
you want to tell me?
2) Don't be such a homophobe...we are still people!
3) I suggest you leave now and find help.

Authors Note: Ok, this is my first attempt at this kind of thing so please
bear with me. If you are looking for
something that you can get off to quickly then I suggest you move on because
although this will have sexual
elements, I intend it to be more of a story. Enjoy :-).

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Mages of Cornelia Part 1.

"We are gonna beat you so bad you fucking faggot!"
"Yeah, you are gonna wish you were never born."
"I'm going to turn you in to a bloody mush!"
      "Ha ha ha. You picked the wrong queer to pound on, you freakin'
idiot." Marcus was surrounded by 6 men
between the ages of 19 and 30 and all of them were holding knives, pipes or
other such weapons but he wasn't
remotely bothered. This would be child's play for him.
      Jake, the leader of this motley yet, under normal circumstances,
rather menacing crew was starting to get
a bit concerned. Here they were putting on their best show of force with
weapons (and faces) that would
normally scare the crap out of a fully grown man and this guy was almost
laughing at them!
      "I am going to quite enjoy this, after all, a violent homophobe like
you Jake deserves everything that is
coming to him" laughed Marcus.
      `What the fuck?' thought Jake. How does he know my name...and what does
he mean `coming to him'?
Was that a flame? No, where could it have come from???
      "Enough of this" yelled Jake, seriously ruffled now, "Get him; he is
just a fucking fairy!"
      "Close, but no cigar" replied Marcus as he floated four feet into the
air and a perfect orb of flame appeared
above his upturned hand.
      "What the fuck is that" yelled one of Jakes lackeys.
      "What? You don't like fire? Ok, try this" said Marcus and the orb of
flame instantly turned into a sphere of
ice which he hurled straight at the stricken man. With a resounding thud he
was thrown against the wall
behind him with a bleeding wound in his left shoulder. The rest of the men
faltered for a second and then
rushed Marcus with renewed anger fuelled by their fear. Marcus sent a blast
of flame towards one, instantly
setting his clothes alight and with his other hand called down a bolt of
lightening which struck a third man,
stopping him in his tracks. However, before he could hover high enough into
the air, the final three men
grabbed him by the feet and dragged him back out to earth and started
punching and hitting him with pipes.
He crouched in to a ball and put his arms round his head. Jake and the other
two men took this as him trying
to protect himself but nothing could have been further from the truth. Under
his breath
Marcus was rapidly muttering a stream of words he had recently learned. As
he came to the end of his
incantation he burst up to his feet and thrust out his arms upon which
energy he had been summoning
dispersed like a shockwave, knocking his attackers and giving him an
opportunity to escape relatively
unscathed!

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Two years earlier:

"Marcus...Marcus, get up you lazy wretch" yelled Aunt May.
	Marcus groaned as he was forced in to consciousness by his less than loving
legal guardian, Aunt
May. His parents had died when he was only two years old in a car accident
and since then he had lived in a
pokey attic room in his Aunts house being treated like a slave. He was not
unduly unhappy with his life, after
all, he knew no better but he knew there were things his school friends had
that he didn't. He couldn't
complain though. Aunt May was his only living family and she had been
gracious enough to house and feed
him for the last 14 years. Marcus, 16, was quite tall for his age at 6"1',
he had dirty blond hair, the most
gorgeous, piercing blue eyes that seemed to melt your very soul and he had a
good body. He wasn't exactly
muscular but he had good potential with no fat on him and a nice solid bone
structure. A lot of the girls at his
school had told him he was attractive and a lot of them lusted after him but
he wasn't remotely interested. He
couldn't explain it but they just never seemed to do anything for him.
However, just recently he had found
he was become more and more interested in how his male friends were
developing. There was nobody in
particular but the highlight of his day had become showering after PE with
all the guys. His school still had
one of those old fashioned shower rooms that was just a tiled room with a
load of shower heads sticking out
of the wall. He had watched over the last few years as his classmates
developed from young boys into the
stages of adolescence. He had been a very early starter. By fourteen he was
7.5 inches long and he already
had a full bush of hair above his crotch with a trail leading up to his
navel. He had been teased by many of
the boys in his class for being so developed but unbeknownst to him, many of
those teasing him dreamed
of wrapping their lips round his meat.
"Marcus, will you get up, the parlour needs cleaning!"
"Yes Aunt May" he replied. He quickly got out of bed and threw on his
clothes and rushed downstairs to start
cleaning the parlour.
	Being a Saturday, Marcus was allowed to go out to town once he had finished
all his chores so at two
o'clock he collected his meagre allowance from Aunt may and started the ten
minute walk in to town. He was
in the process of encouraging the muscles he knew he had lurking under his
skin so he headed over the local
pool to do some laps.
	Having done his laps he went into the changing room to shower and dress
before heading to the
mall. He was just finishing off in the shower when he heard a strange noise
coming from out in the locker
room. He thought nothing of it, assuming it was just another member getting
changed or something but
just as he was turning the water off a head became visible in the steam
ahead of him. Assuming it was the
man from outside he smiled and made to leave when something happened that
seemed to disable every
muscle in his body.
"Do you know who I am Jake?" asked the man as he started to move towards
Jake.
"I...er...ummm....I don't thi...OH HOLY CRAP!!!" was all Jake managed.
"What is it? What's wrong Jake?" asked the man.
"Wh...wh...where is...the rest of you?" Jake stuttered. As the man was
walking towards him Jake had realised
that this head has no body. It was just floating in mid air with now support
whatsoever.
"What?" asked the mans head, looking down. "Oh blast, not again. Excuse me a
second." The head closed his
eyes and seemed to vibrate and suddenly disappeared. Jake blinked, blinked
again and then pinched himself.
"Must have imagined it" he thought and made for the exit but just as
suddenly as it had left, the head reappear
ed preceded by the same rattling noise Jake had heard before. This time,
however, there was a body attached.
It was now that Jake was able to take in what this man looked like.
He was old, possibly around 80, with a long grey beard and wispy grey hair
but he had a very young looking
face. He had no lines or wrinkles and his eyes were bright and alert. He
wore a long white Roman style toga
with sandals on his feet.
"Sorry about that, it has been happening more and more recently. Anyway,
where was I?" said the man.
"I...you...umm...how...but...huh?"
"Oh do stop dithering lad, its not very becoming...and close your mouth.
Right, my name is Dominic and I
am a Mage from Cornelia. I have been sent to collect you."
Jake shook his head. "Ok slow down. Where is Cornelia, how did you do that
thing with the head, how did you
appear out of nowhere and what the hell do you mean 'collect me'?" asked
Jake looked decidedly white in the
face.
"Did you mother not explain all this to you?" asked Dominic.
"What does this have to do with my parents? Besides, they both died in a car
crash when I was two" replied
Jake.
"Oh my yes, how could I forget...wait, what did you say? A car crash! WHO TOLD
YOU THAT?" demanded Dominic,
visibly outraged.
"Aunt May, my Guardian."
Dominic was fuming, his face had turned a deep purple and there were veins
popping out of his temples.
"Come Jake, we must go" and with that, Dominic disappeared.
"Er, Dominic?" said Jake, feeling extremely stupid for talking to an empty
room. A few seconds later he
thought he heard a very faint "Oh blast" and Dominic reappeared, grabbed his
arm and then he felt a
stomach wrenching, falling sensation which lasted for about ten seconds and
then he stopped. This
sudden stop caused his legs to give way and he fell flat on his face, much
to the amusement of Dominic.
"Oh, sorry, I should have warned you about that" he chuckled.
	Once Jake had recovered from the experience he could not yet identify he
was able to establish
where he was. He was sanding in the centre of a large room with paving
stones on the floor and white, uneven
plaster on the walls. The whole room was lit by candles and a fire roaring
in a huge grate to his left. There were
portraits of many old men on the walls in frames that looked like they had
been made hundreds of years ago.
He looked down at his feet and saw that he was standing in a chalk circle
surrounded by a series of strange
symbols. Dominic noticed his confused stare at the ring and simple said "All
will be explained in good time".
	With that he set off at a brisk walk towards the only door in the room.
Jake followed quickly trying to
take in as much of his surroundings as possible should he need to make a
break for freedom. As he followed
Dominic out of the building he couldn't help noticing a lack of many staple
items such as lights, cars or even
glass.
"Dominic, why is everything so old?" he asked.
"Ha ha, I was wondering when you would ask that. We have no need for all of
your fancy new inventions here
on Cornelia. We are happy just the way we are."
"Wait, what do you mean `on Cornelia'? Are we on an island? What continent
is this and how the hell did we get here?"
"All in good time Jake."
"NO, NOW. For all I know you have just taken me half way across the planet
in less than a minute, I first saw
you when you apparated  in front of me and the local population appear to be
have ignored all of societies
latest inventions, including a decent sewage system!" Jake almost yelled,
having just walked past what looked
like a large pile of manure.
"Evidently your parents did not have enough time to explain your heritage to
you before they died. Come
with me and I will do my best to explain." Jake and Dominic had stopped in
the middle of the street and now
Dominic took them down a side road that appeared to lead out of town. In a
few minutes they had come to a
series of small hills.
"Jake, do you know who you are?"
"What do you mean? I am Jake Hudson."
"No you aren't. Yes your name is Jake, but you are not a Hudson and Aunt May
is NOT your Aunt. She is...an
operative i suppose, of the royal family here on Cornelia...I will explain
momentarily about where here is...who
we placed
in your society to monitor your progress there."
"Monitor OUR progress?" Jake asked incredulously. "Look at this place; it
looks like Rome in 400BC. How can
you possibly be monitoring our progress?"
      "Will you let me finish please? I will get back to `Aunt may' shortly.
First I must tell you who you truly are.
Do you see these hills? They are the burial mounds of our royal family who
live in a Palace over that hill away
from the commoners. That one at the end was built for a King and Queen
called Rex and Julia Stronghammer.
However, they were killed in foreign lands and their bodies were never found
so their tomb has been turned
into a shrine for them. Jake, they were your parents. Your real name is Jake
Stronghammer and you were the
Prince of Cornelia when your parents died." Dominic let this sink in before
he carried on. "You see, for the last
18 years and evil woman called Angelique has been trying to overthrow the
royal family by killing them,
imprisonment or uprising. When your parents realised you were in danger 14
years ago they took you to the
area you know as Sussex but Angelique had two of her agents follow you and
just after you were delivered into
the protection of Agent May they were attacked and killed. Since then
Angelique has ruled this land with a
harsh hand and the poorer classes can't take it any more. We have bought you
back to Cornelia to put this to
rights."
      "Hold on, firstly, if you knew Angelique was responsible for the death
of the royal family...my family. Why
didn't you go to the government? I am sure the House of Lords and Commons
would have done something
about it! And secondly, WHERE IS THIS CORNELIA?"
      "I will answer you second question first as this will explain the
answer to the first. Cornelia is not exactly
what you would call accessible to your...the British Government or any other
on earth for that matter. You
see, Cornelia is not an island. It is a planet."


Note: Ok, what did you think? Not much happened yet but I promise it will.
All feedback welcome and eagerly
awaited (including structured criticism) at magesofcornelia@hotmail.co.uk.