Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 09:19:53 +0000
From: Guy Cornelius <magesofcornelia@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Mages of Cornelia 8/gay/sci-fi

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 sexual nature 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.

Note: I have decided that from now on, although Jake will actually be using
latin, I will write the spells in English. This makes the story flow
better...and it is a damn sight easier to write! Also, if you see a word
inside stars like *this*, it means it is a thought.

Again I would like to thank Oberon and Cornelius for their help with the
proof reading of the story, without whom there would still be some glaring
mistakes in there!

End chapter 7

"Well, that is hard to say but it should be in about four years. Do not
worry, we will keep you fed and watered. You will just be a normal citizen
until we call upon you."

"And what of my army ties?"

"Do not worry. I have many agents in the palace. Your kidnapping also
turned out to be a murder by bandits from across the border. As far as
everyone is concerned, you are dead. Hmm. I think you need to change your
name. I find it helps in the beginning if it is something similar to your
original name. I think maybe..."

"Rynor."

"Pardon?"

"Rynor...I want to be called Rynor."

Chapter 8

"Very well," replied Dominic, "Rynor it is then. Shall we begin?" Rynor
awoke with a start. The dream had started again. It had not disturbed him
for many years but now it had come back. He was lying in bed with Jake
beside him. He was groaning and shifting around in his sleep so, not
wishing to disturb him, Rynor got out of bed and went downstairs to the
kitchen. He got a glass of water and sat at the table, remembering how
Dominic had told him all about the resistance and the search for the true
King. At first Dominic visited him regularly but after a while the visits
had dried up and it wasn't until a few days before Jake was brought to him
that Rynor had seen him again.

	"But that is all in the past now, all of it," he said out loud, "I
am a new person now. What I did for her...it doesn't matter any more...tell
me it doesn't matter any more." He put his head in his hands, weeping.



"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." Jake 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.

      Marcus, 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 Marcus deserves everything that is coming to him" laughed Marcus.

      `What the fuck?' thought Marcus. 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 Marcus, seriously ruffled now, "Get him; he
is just a fucking fairy!"

      "Close, but no cigar" replied Jake 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 Marcus' lackeys.

      "What? You don't like fire? Ok, try this" said Jake 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 Jake with renewed anger fuelled by
their fear. Jake 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
down to earth and started punching and hitting him with pipes.

He crouched in to a ball and put his arms round his head. Marcus 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!



Rynor heard a yell from upstairs and bounded towards the bedroom.

	"Oh not again!" he sighed. Jake was hovering above the bed,
entirely nude as usual and fast asleep. Rynor walked over to him, gently
placed his hand on his chest and pushed him back down toward the bed. When
he came into contact with the bed, Jake woke up and looked blearily up at
Rynor.

	"The dream again?" asked Rynor, knowing full well what it was.

	"Yeah. It is always the same. Always the same place, same people,
same events and the same outcome. Why am I having this dream Rynor? What
does it mean?"

	"I don't know. Sometimes recurring dreams mean something or are
supposed to show us something but sometimes they don't mean anything. We
will have to wait and see. Come on, let's get some breakfast." Rynor let
his hand drift over Jakes body as he said this and a stab of lust and
regret washed over him. "It wasn't my fault," he told himself, "she made me
do it."

	Jake shuddered with pleasure at Rynor's touch but then noticed the
look I his eyes. "Are you ok? You look troubled?"

	"What? Oh, I'm fine" replied Rynor. Jake got up on his knees and
hugged Rynor close, pressing his body up him.

	"Are you sure?" This time it was Rynor's turn to shudder as he lay
his head on Jake's shoulder and rested his hands in the small of his bare
back.

	"I am fine, honestly. Now, get dressed and let's get some food" he
replied breaking away and turning to the door quickly, hoping Jake hadn't
noticed his obvious excitement.



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	After breakfast, Dominic arrived and ushered Jake into the training
room.

	"Right," said Dominic, "I have been doing some research and it
appears you can limit the power of the spell with the way you produce
it. We have already established that your spoken spells are very powerful
but I think that if you think the words like I do, it shouldn't be so
powerful. Why don't you try it?"

	"Lightning" thought Jake as he pointed to the target Dom had set
up. A small, yet serviceable bolt of lightening shot from his hand and hit
the target right in the centre.

	"Excellent. That solves that problem" said Dominic.

	"Wait. What if I am in battle and I don't want my opponent to know
what I am doing but want to use a powerful spell?"

	"Ah, I hadn't thought of that. Right, leave that with me."

"Dominic, the dream...its coming more and more frequently, I am having it
almost every night now. What do you think it means?"

"Oh it's just a dream lad, leave it be! Right, just stay here and practice
making some new spells or something, I want to check something" and with
that Dominic swept out of the room leaving Jake with his thoughts.

About fifteen minutes later Dominic came back. "Ok, I think I have it this
time. It's exactly the same as your spoken spells," he said, picking up the
conversation as though it were only seconds ago, "you just have to think
the spell with more or less force. Try it. I want you to destroy that
target with fire without saying a word."

"Ok, I'll give it a go." Jake got into position in front of the target and
pointed at it.

*Fire*. A strong wave of fire shot from his hand and hit the target but it
did not break.

"Try again."

*Fire!*thought Jake with as much force as he could muster but again, the
strong wave of fire that normally would have done enough did nothing more
than burn the surface.

"Try again."

"Dom it isn't working!"

"Try again!"

*FIRE*. Jake was red in the face as he shot an even stronger blast of fire
towards the target but it still just burnt the surface.

"Come on, try again." Jake was getting annoyed now, at his inability to do
what he had done so many times before and at Dominic's failure to recognize
this.

"Dominic. This really isn't working" he said calmly.

"It will, just keep trying."

"If I try any harder I am going to burst a blood vessel!" he almost shouted
at Dominic.

"I don't care," Dominic shouted at the top of his voice, "try again!" This
pushed Jake over the edge.

"Its not good just shouting at me" he yelled, "if I can't do it, I can't do
it."

"ONCE MORE!"

"I am getting very bored of this!" screamed Jake. However, as he said
`this' he pointed at the target and an enormous torrent of fire erupted
from his entire hand, completely obliterating the target. What is more, the
fabric of the entire room seemed to distort and shake. Jake and Dominic
stood stunned before Dominic sprung into action, his hands in the air,
rapidly muttering under his breath. Jake just stood staring.

"Jake, Jake look at me. Are you aware of what you just did? JAKE?" Dazed,
Jake turned to look at Dominic. "Jake, just now, when I was researching
your magic, I found something I hadn't seen before. It would seem that the
royal family is unique amongst our people. For some reason, within your
genetic structure is a...a sort of switch which you have to throw before
you can access your true magical power. Now, I don't know why but a surge
of emotion, in this case anger was sufficient, can help to trip this
switch. Now, I don't know much about this, but I think that from now on you
can control what magic you use, how you use it and how strong it is in your
mind in a split second. Now, I have an important question. Just then, when
you almost destroyed the magical fabric of this room, did you specifically
think the command words required for that spell?"

"What, er, no. All I remember is saying I am getting very bored of this and
imagining what you wanted me to do."

"Excellent, absolutely brilliant! Ok, I think, from now on, all you need to
do is think about what you want to happen. You look confused. Ok, picture,
in your minds eye what you want to happen, like watching it as though
someone else were doing it. Do you see?"

"Like watching it on TV?"

"You mean those viewing boxes on the other planet? Yes, just like that I
suppose. I tell you what, try it. Reform the target." Jake turned to the
target, pointed to it, and then, in his minds eye, pictures the pieces on
the floor reforming into a new target. Seconds later, precisely that
happened. The target wasn't exactly the same as before because Jake
couldn't quite remember what it looked like but it was close enough.

"Marvellous, now try shooting at it." Again Jake pointed at the target and
then envisaged a spear shooting from his hand and hitting the target in the
centre and, as before, seconds later this happened.

"Wonderful. Now, try once more, but this time I want you to close your eyes
and keep your hand by your side."

Jake looked at Dominic sceptically but tried none the less. He closed his
eyes, pictured the target and then pictured a large shard of red ice
smashing into it, ripping it apart completely. He opened his eyes and
instantly saw a large shard of red ice smash into the wall just to the left
of the target.

"Right, so aiming and weapon need a little tweaking with the eyes closed,
but then, I guess if you need to be using magic you won't have your eyes
closed." He chuckled a little and turned to leave.

"What do you mean weapon. I meant it to be red."

"Well why on earth did you do that?"

"Dunno, just felt like it. Wanted to see how precise I could be with my
images."

"Oh I see. Well that makes sense I suppose. I think you should practise
with you eyes closed for a bit and then maybe tomorrow we will go out and
get some practise in the real world." Jake practised throwing shards of ice
at the target with his eyes closed until he could hit it dead on in the
centre in less than a second every time. It didn't take him that long, his
royal blood giving him an unnatural aptitude for magic.

At mid-afternoon, Dominic came to fetch him. "Come along, we are going on a
walk."

"Er, right, ok then" said Jake, a little confused. About half an hour later
Dominic, Jake and Rynor were standing in a glade in the forest outside the
village.

"Right," said Dominic, "I am going to produce some targets for you to
destroy then maybe after that you and Rynor can have a little spa."

"Ok, good idea, I haven't practised on moving targets before." With that,
Dominic and Rynor retreated into the trees while Jake prepared himself. He
found that he had his arm stretched out in front of him in preparation but
decided to leave it there. He had got into the habit of pointing or using
his palm as a target so he thought he might as well continue. He waited for
a few moments and just when he thought Dominic had left he heard a twig
snap to his left. Suddenly, five men ran out at him from the forest and
formed a circle round the edge of the glade. Jake was impressed, these were
really realistic targets! *No, concentrate*.

One of the men nodded and a man to his left pulled on a chain he was
carrying and a small man with wiry hair and ever shifting eyes lurched out
of the jungle with a collar round his neck. The man carrying the chain
detached it from the collar of the smaller man and pointed at Jake. The
small man smiled and drew two swords from sheathes on his back, advancing
slowly on Jake. Jake, knowing that these were not really dangerous men, but
creations of Dominic's, was not afraid. He pointed his palm at the man and
sent a huge fireball at him but the little man jumped to the left,
laughing. Jake, mildly annoyed by this tried again but the man simply
jumped to the left again, avoiding it easily. This time, Jake thought about
his attack and sent a bolt of lightening at the man, who was only about 3
metres away from him now, and as before, he jumped to the left to avoid
it. However, he jumped straight into a second bolt Jake had sent along with
the first, anticipating the little mans reaction to his attack. The little
man shrieked and fell to the ground, paralysed.

This seemed to make the other apparitions most displeased so Jake decided
it would be best if he made the next move. He checked behind him quickly
then, picking up a rock in front of him with his telekinesis, sent it
flying right between the eyes of the man standing behind him to the right
while simultaneously smashing the man directly in front of him into a tree
with a blast of wind, instantly rendering both useless. This really did
anger the other apparitions and two more of them rushed him with swords
drawn. Jake waited a few seconds to assess the situation then shot straight
into the air hoping the two men coming at him from left and right would
slash at each other. Unfortunately they did not do this and instead stopped
short and glared up at him, waiting for him to come back down. Jake,
decided that he wanted some sword practise dropped a large chunk of ice on
one of the men and the floated down to earth whilst drawing his distinctive
black sword.

The man in front of him looked a little disconcerted at his calm demeanour
but Jake realised it was just Dominic making the training session a little
more real. The attacker lunged at Jake and his fighting senses immediately
kicked in. He blocked the attack and slapped the man across the face with
his free hand. The fifth man who had nodded at the man with the chain
laughed but did not move to help the assailant. This entertained Jake and
he went on the attack, hacking and slashing at his attacker who only just
managed to protect himself. Within seconds he was backed up against a tree
and Jake easily knocked his sword out of his hand. The man fell to his
knees, expecting to be killed but instead Jake paralysed him with a spell
and walked back to the centre of the glade. He sheathed his sword and
looked at the one man still remaining.

He was quite tall with very pronounced features with dark skin; Dominic had
gone to a lot of trouble with this one.

"Jake, look ouargh..."

"I told you keep them QUIET" yelled the tall man without taking his eyes
off Jake. Jake was starting to worry so he slowly backed away from the man
towards where he believed Dominic and Rynor were waiting. As he came to
where they were it took his eyes a moment to get accustomed to the gloom
but as soon as they did he jumped forward and drew his sword.

"Let them go or you will not be around to regret it!" he said in a calm
voice. Before him Dominic and Rynor where kneeling on the ground, each with
a blade at there back in the hands of men much the same as those lying
unconscious in the glade. There was also another man before them who was
not lazily flipping a bull whip back and forth across the ground in front
of him.

"I don't think we will be doing that," said the man with the whip, "not for
some kid anyways." Jake almost broke out in a smile but made sure not
to. He quickly checked behind him and realised that these men could not see
the glade. They had no idea what he was capable of. With lightening
reflexes he used his telekinesis to pick up a rock and hurtle it at the
temple of the man behind Rynor whilst simultaneously lunging at the man
behind Dominic. As the man behind him stumbled, Rynor jumped up and grabbed
his sword to take on his aggressor. Jake then jumped over Dominic who had
slumped to the ground and quickly dispatched the second man. Just as he was
about to turn to the bullwhip man Rynor finished of the first man and moved
to join Jake.

"Dominic, who are these people? Dominic? DOMINIC?" shouted Jake. After Jake
had attacked the first aggressor with the stone, the second man who was
guarding Dominic had reacted faster than Jake had anticipated and Dominic
had not slumped forward in relief as he had thought but rather due to the
stab wound he had gained in the back. Both Jake and Rynor rushed over to
Dominic with Jake cradling his head in his lap and Rynor trying to tend to
the wound.

"Ja...Jake. You must..."

"No Dominic, save your strength, don't talk. We will get you back to the
village and get you patched up," said Jake, a hint of desperation in his
voice.

"No...time. You must...succeed." With that Dominic put a hand over Jake and
Rynor's heart and they felt a warm glow emanating from his hands. "You
are...now...intertwined." Jake wasn't really sure what Dominic meant but he
was to busy to worry about that. Jake smiled down at Dominic but he didn't
have time to smile back.

"Ha ha ha, poor old fool couldn't take a little stab wound" laughed the man
with the bull whip.

"He is NOT a poor old fool. He is ten times the man you or any of your scum
could dream to be. It's bottom feeders like you that drag society into the
swill you were spawned from." Understandably this did not amuse the man
with the bull whip so he sent his whip cracking through the air at Jake who
was staring down into Dominic's now closed eyes. However, just at the last
second, Jake shot out his hand and caught the end of the whip surprising
the man holding it and Rynor.

"How did you do that?" asked the man with the whip incredulously.

"That is none of your concern" said Jake flatly, "you killed Dominic so now
I am going to have to kill you, after I have found out what I want to know
of course. Who are you, who sent you and what do they want?"

"HA" barked the man, "you think I am going to tell you everything just
because you ask?"

"Of course not," replied Jake with an evil grin, "where's the fun in that?"
Jake shot out his free hand and immediately paralysed the man using his
telekinesis. Although he couldn't move his eyes shot between Jake and Rynor
and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. Without any sort of warning
Jake threw the man towards the glade where his muted scream was cut short
my cursing and shouting. Jake marched back to the glade and the evil grin
on his face widened. Without realising, he had thrown bull whip guy
straight into the tall, dark man and they were currently trying to
extricate themselves from the tangle of limbs they had created on the
floor.

"What the fuck are..." was all tall and dark managed before the both of
them shot spread-eagled into the air and hovered, completely paralysed five
metres above the ground.

"Right," growled Jake, "I can break every bone in your body or cut you to
shreds with this sword from right here and I will do so quite happily
unless you tell me EVERYTHING I want to know." By this stage his
distinctive black sword was floating in front of the men's faces and Rynor
was sitting on the ground next to Jake polishing his own.

"Let's start off simple shall we. Who are you?" Bull whip looked at tall
and dark who simply spat down at Jake, missing. Jake chuckled and then his
face turned savage, anger dripping off him like sweat. "Do NOT make me ask
twice" he yelled as the index finger on the right hand of each man snapped.

"AARRGGHH, alright, I am Vaarl and that is Gher" said bull whip.

"Well Vaarl," spat Jake, "that is a start. Now, who sent you?" Again both
men remained tight lipped but instead one of the men from earlier groaned
and started to stand up. Just as he made it to his feet Jake's sword
hurtled down out of the sky and impaled him right through the heart and
attaching him to the tree behind him. Vaarl and Gher winced as he coughed
up some blood and then fell limp, dangling off the sword. Jake retracted
the sword, allowing the body to slump to the floor, and returned it to its
place hovering in front of his two captives.

"If you do not tell me who sent you within ten seconds you are only going
to achieve two things. One, you will have really pissed me off and two,
neither of you will have usable fingers. I am going to count to ten, and
for each number I say I am going to break one of your
fingers. One...two..." Jake continued to count to ten, ignoring the screams
of pain coming from the two men. Upon reaching ten it was clear to him that
these two individuals really didn't want to talk so he decided to step it
up a notch. For the next hour he shattered, snapped, stabbed and cut the
information out of his victims learning that they had been sent to kill
Jake and that they were being paid vast sums of money to do so. He also
learnt that they were part of a terrorist cell opposed to the peace treaty
between Cornelia and its neighbouring country Octavia. At the end of the
hour he had learnt all he wanted to bar one thing.

"So, one last time, WHO SENT YOU?" he shouted. Gher mumbled something
through cracked, swollen lips.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Never" he mumbled again.

"You know I really didn't want to have to resort to this, it seems so
barbaric but you really leave me no choice." Gher, the tall, dark one was
wearing a pair of silk trousers which slowly started sliding down his legs.

"What are you going to do?" he asked panicking.

"Well, let's put it this way..." he said as he ran the flat of his sword
along his exposed shaft. "I really, really don't want to have to do this
but if you don't give me a name RIGHT NOW I will have to."

"Oh god no, please no!"

"Who sent you?"

"Please, if I tell you they will kill us."

"And if you don't, I will. WHO SENT YOU?"

"ANGELIQUE! It was Angelique." Jake turned round slowly toward Rynor and he
heard two necks snap and Vaarl and Gher's lifeless bodies fell down to
earth. His barbaric demeanour had completely gone and he appeared as a
blood splattered child to Rynor how immediately stood up and enveloped him
in his arms as Jake started to weep.

"Shh. It's ok, I'm here. It's ok. You didn't have a choice, you had to do
it."