Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 17:26:36 -0700
From: Dan Kirk <kirkjr2@home.com>
Subject: Mists_of_Fate_Intro_Part2

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Shaper's Mist Introduction Part 2


	As the body of the young man accelerated in descent, the three
priests standing at the top of the temple steps held their breaths.  Images
of the deaths of over 80 young men flashed through the elderly High
Priest's mind.  Fervently he prayed that this one would be different.
Finally, as the moment of impact came, he closed his eyes, dreading the
sickening thud of impact...which never came.

***


	"How boring."  the thought wafted through the empty stone chambers.
"Why did I ever bother?  Thousands of years pass by, and still nothing
changes" the thoughts continued, echoing in the vast, empty stone walls.

	For the longest time, Andrei just listened to those words.  'Is
this the afterlife?' he thought to himself.  'Are they even now scraping
the remains of my body off the wall of the temple?'.  After a time, he
realized that he felt cold, very, very cold.  The coldness was seeping into
him from what felt like a stone wall, or floor.  Slowly, as he took a deep
breath, he realized it was a DUSTY stone floor as the breath he took in
also caused him to sneeze, very, very loud.

	To his surprise, the sound of his sneeze didn't stop the voice
rambling on and on about how bored it was.  After a few more minutes,
Andrei decided to try to open his eyes and look around before he died of
boredom listening to it drone on.  Once, twice, a dozen times he blinked,
but still nothing could be seen. 'Of course!' he thought to himself 'seeing
requires light!  I must be in the inner sanctum!  There is no light in
there! Um, here'

	Scrambling to his feet, the young man cried out "J'Stan! J'Stan!
Lord of the Dawn! Hear me.  I am Andrei, chosen of Tylera.  We need you.
We need your will to hold back the mists!  J'Stan, can you hear me?"

	His young voice echoed throughout the dark cavernous chamber.  Echo
upon echo building until the boy covered his ears.  Still, the monotonous
litany of the soundless voice continued on.  Remembering the night before,
as the three priests prayed with him before the ceremony, Andrei thought to
their description of the inner sanctum.

	"The inner sanctum is large, almost as large as the inner city of
Tylera.  It is large enough to hold all 10,000 of those who still live in
our city today.  If you make it through the stone where the great entrance
once stood, you will have to walk straight ahead.  In the middle of the
great room is a dais, on that dais is a chair.  In that chair, is the
Shaper J'Stan.  Go to him, shake him, hold him, wake him!  Do what you
must, but remind him of us, tell him of our need!  Only he can save us from
the Mists of Fate."

	Summoning his courage, Andrei took a step forward.  He could feel
the dust from hundreds of years swirling at his feet.  His eyes watered,
and nose itched from it, but he continued on.  The air he breathed in was
stale.  Stale from having sat there, unused for hundreds of years.  He was
amazed it still fed his body's need.  Slowly, he walked on for what seemed
like hours.

	As time went by, he began to notice that the air seemed colder in
one direction, a little to his left.  Following his instincts, he veered in
that direction.  After what seemed like days, he felt the cold grow more
and more intense.  So intense that he was acutely reminded that he was
totally nude.  Goosebumps broke out all over his arms and legs, his nipples
were so erect they were becoming pinpoint of fiery pain.  His testicles
creeped up as if he was dipping into a cold stream.

	While his shambling steps led him deeper into the inner sanctum,
the pain of the cold took more and more of his attention from where he was
going.  The continual droning of that disembodied voice became more and
more irritating.  In the total blackness, he cried out at his bare feet
struck a raised stone. 'The dais!' his mind crowed.  Bending down, he felt
for the height of the stone platform.  It was nearly a foot high, and the
coldness seemed to radiate from it.

	Steeling himself up another notch, Andrei crawled up onto the stone
dais, making his way towards the center of the coldness.  With careful
steps, he hit the chair he had been told would be here.  The cold was so
intense, he thought his blood was freezing.  The voice was loudest here
too.  Reaching down from his 6 ft. height, he felt the chair to see if it
was occupied.  His hands touched what felt like a shoulder.

	With a hiss of pain, he took his hand away.  The bare shoulder he
touched felt colder than the coldest ice!  It was HIM.  He was touching the
Shaper!  Remembering his sister and brother outside, orphaned when the
mists swallowed their parents, he thought of how to wake the great legend.
"J'Stan!  J'Stan!" he yelled.  "Wake UP!  Your people need you.  You swore
to protect us, to save us, but you let us die!  Wake UP!"

	Still, all Andrei heard was that silent voice groaning about how
BORED it was!  Furious, he forgot everything except anger at this great
being who wasn't listening.  Balling his hands into fists, Andrei struck
down with all the passion he had ever felt.

'MY MOTHER!' his mind shouted as his fists beat on the cold shoulder.

'MY FATHER!' as he hit the frozen head.

'MY BROTHER'S FAMILY' as he smashed his anger on the chest.

	His legs gave way, and Andrei sank to his knees, his fury becoming
all consuming, 'MY BELOVED CREIS' as his fists struck where a man's dick
would be.

	Suddenly, the voice that had been droning on incessantly was
silent.  Not daring to breath, the young man felt hope budding, then..

	A blinding light appeared above him, it's golden brilliance wiping
away the coldness of the room.  Andrei fell back on his butt, arms splayed
to his sides, keeping him from falling all the way over.  He closed his
eyes as the golden light began to be painful.

	That same voice boomed inside his head, 'How did you come in here,
boy?  Go bother another shaper, I have no desire to be around anyone.'

	Trembling with fear, Andrei opened his eyes, and realized that the
golden light was not as great as he feared.  A single, golden ball hung
over the chair, 20 feet in the air.  Shaper magic.  It had to be.  On the
chair, sat a being.  It had two arms, two legs, a head and body like a
human.  Only, it was OLD.  Thin wisps of white hair hung from the scalp.
The skin looked like dark, ancient parchment, yellow teeth shown through a
jagged mouth.  Milky white eyes glittered in recessed eye sockets.  A once
powerful body, as bare as Andrei's own, seemed as shriveled as the last of
winter's apples.

	Throwing himself forward on his knees, he buried his head on the
dusty floor.  "Great One!  Save Us!" he cried out.

	'Just like yesterday,' the voice said, 'how typically boring.'

	"YESTERDAY!" screamed the young man.  Scrambling to his feet,
Andrei shouted at the withered creature before him "How DARE you!  You, the
greatest of the greatest.  You who led the fight against the evil Shapers!
You who founded Tylera, forced back the mists, created the greatest city on
the planet!  You get bored, and now THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF US ARE DEAD!
In another few years, we will all be dead!  My Creis gave his live trying
to reach you and all you can do is bitch about being bored!  No wonder it's
so cold in here, you bastard.  You are so worried about burning in HELL
that you would rather freeze.  Burn you bastard, BURN!" with the last
shouted word, Andrei envisioned the withered figure bursting into flame,
and was shocked when it happened.

	Tongues of yellow fire leaped up from the dried, emaciated form in
front of him.  With a visible start, the stick-like arms patted frantically
at the frames for a moment, then dropped to it's side as the figure stood
up, as if oblivious to the flames now engulfing the body.  A loud, rolling
explosion flung Andrei from the dais as the body erupted into an inferno.
Then great gouts of flamed roared towards the ceiling, hundreds of feet
above.

	Slowly, they flickered back down until they surrounded the tall
frame standing in front of the chair.  With slow, measured steps, the
figure moved to the edge of the dais, towering above the prone boy.  The
flames subsided to a subdued glow around the ancient figure. With painful
slowness, Andrei began to see that the old, withered figure was gone.

	Before him stood J'Stan, right out of the faded paintings hanging
in the new temple outside.  Standing 6'3 (plus a foot from the dais), the
tall figure loomed over the sprawled boy.  Powerful shoulders framed a
powerful body.  Well built, muscled more like a farm worker than a weight
lifter, strong legs supporting the body, coming together the legs met at
the crotch, large balls rested in their sac, cushioning a large, soft dick.
Tearing his eyes away from the lower regions, Andrei started up, towards a
beautiful face, topped by blond hair, short on the sides, with bangs
falling over striking crystal blue eyes.  Now, the ancient, withered figure
had turned into a handsome stud who looked more like 17 than 170.  Word's
formed without any movement of the rosy, full lips.

	'Well boy, I must say.  Getting set on fire by a handsome young man
is definitely NOT boring.'

	Speechless, and aroused, Andrei stared at the sight of one he had
worshipped all his life.  For the moment, thoughts of his family, all the
people outside, praying for salvation, were lost to him and Andrei could do
nothing but stare.

	'So, boy, I can't even go one day without some young one coming in
and bothering me.  What, my walling up the windows and doors yesterday
didn't give you enough of a hint?  I get tired, want a rest, but you little
piss ants can't wait one little day without bugging me.  Did they really
think that throwing another pretty face at me would get me to come out?  I
told B'rel and D'vad to leave me alone.  They and the rest of the shapers
can take care of things for a few months while I get some rest.  I'm
tired.'

	"Huh?" stuttered Andrei.  "Yesterday? YESTERDAY?  You've been in
here for 300 years while Tylera dwindled.  Every YEAR the mists creeped in!
Every year more families died!  While you sat here and moaned about how
boring things are!"

	This time, the lips moved, and a deep, melodic voiced boomed in the
sanctum "300 years?  I don't think so, boy.  Maybe a few weeks or months,
but not years.  And the mist?  PLEASE!  B'rel by himself doesn't have any
problem holding the thing back."

	Climbing to his feet, Andrei stood face to face with this being and
shouted "YES!  Three hundred years.  Shaper B'rel disappeared 20 years
before you walled yourself in this tomb!  YOU abandoned Tylera!  You let my
parents die in the mists you bastard."

	"Don't think about trying to set fire to me again, boy.  It won't
do any good." chuckled J'Stan.  With a fluid movement, the tall figure
turned and hopped back onto the dais and sat in the chair.  "Besides, you
don't need me to turn back the mists.  Do it yourself.  If you care so much
for these people, you bother saving them.  300 years or 300 seconds, it
doesn't matter, I'm still bored of being the one to save the world.  It was
fun the first thousand times or so, but now, well, it's boring.  I just
wish I was brave enough to follow the others into oblivion, but suicide was
always too scary for me."

	Shaking with his rage, Andrei jumped up on the platform and stalked
towards the chair, and it's recalcitrant occupant.  "I would if I could,
but I'm only HUMAN you idiot!"

	Chuckling at that, J'Stan said softly, "boy, a blind, deaf, dumb
IDIOT would tell ya you are a shaper.  How else did you translate yourself
through stone to get in here?  How else did you hear my mind's voice when
you came in?  Do you think I set myself on fire?" barking out a laugh at
the expression on Andrei's face, the ancient shaper laughed "You did! You
thought I saw a pretty boy in danger and saved you. You thought anyone here
could have heard my voice.  And you actually believed I set myself on fire!
Now that is amusing."

	With that, Andrei pushed himself away from the chair, turning his
back on the reclining figure.  "It doesn't matter if I did those things or
not.  I still don't have a clue about how to keep the mists back.  I don't
know how to do things like you ancients.  There hasn't been a shaper in
hundreds of years, and none of those stupid writings you left behind tell
anyone how to perform the magic like you old ones.

	This time, booming laughter rolled in waves throughout the sanctum.
"Boy, obviously you do not know how to read.  I wrote the whole history of
Shapers down.  Ok, I thought it down to be exact.  Made the words appear on
the pages.  Even made them appear in typed letters since my handwriting is
so awful no one can read it."

	With a slow smile creeping onto his face, facing away from the
shaper behind him, Andrei felt the beginnings of an idea form in his head,
a plot device used by countless authors in countless stories through the
ages.  "Do you mean the Book of J'Stan?  The collection of his...um your
thoughts set down in the years before you shut yourself in this dank cave?"

	"Grrrr, I was afraid they were gonna call it that.  Shut myself
off, and all those millennia of telling people I am NOT a god go right out
the window.  Oh, well.  Yes, the Book of G'Stan."

	Seeing his opportunity, Andrei turned with a wicked smile on his
face and laughed on his own.  "You fool.  The book of G'Stan was destroyed
in the fires caused by the riots when the people of Tylera realized you had
shut yourself off from them!  Think of you as a GOD?  Who can do that when
you take the trouble to write everything down, then let it burn up in a
second!"

	Taking his turn to be speechless for a second, the shaper thought
it over.  "Damn, well, everyone makes mistakes.  Don't think that this one
makes any difference though.  I'm not gonna bother repeating all that crap
just so you can try to trick me into giving a damn.  Being a shaper is
easy.  Let me boil it down to one sentence:

	A shaper can have anything, do anything he wants, all he has to do
is want.

	"Hellfires, my 10 year old brother could come up with nonsense like
that.  You say I can save Tylera, fine, I will.  But first, you're gonna
have to teach me how." Andrei stated, with his arms across his chest
glaring down at the now seated shaper.

	Now chuckling softly, J'Stan met the boy's stare and breathed in a
soft voice "Boy, a thousand years ago, you would have me harder than a rock
and ready to beg for you to put your mouth around my cock."

	"Hell, if my cock had been around 300 years ago, you would never
have gotten bored old man."

	"I don't know about your cock, boy, but if people had treated me
like you do, I might not have gotten bored, and shut myself in.  I think
that was the worst.  No one treated me like a regular person, or a friend
anymore.  No one stood up to me.  I got my way, every day, every second.
It's bad enough being able to shape the world to your desires, without
having every damn human and shaper in the world trying to make you happy by
giving in to anything you want."

	"Trust me, you'd rather have my cock" snarled Andrei.  He couldn't
believe this.  He was actually disgusted with this being.  Whining about
being worshiped, having every desire catered to. "You just didn't know a
good thing when you had it.  The people of Tylera loved you.  They wanted
to show their appreciation for all you have done for them, for us.  You
created a place for life to thrive.  Then, you turn around and abandon them
because they LOVED you!  You make me sick!"

	"Ah, hell.  What the fuck's your name.  I'm getting sick of calling
you boy.

	"Andrei."

	"Andrei's a cute name. Don't think I've ever slept with a boy named
Andrei."

	"Don't think you will now either"

	"Cute, Andrei, cute.  Ok.  You are a shaper.  You even admit that.
You don't accept my one sentence, excellent as it was.  So, shall we enter
into that little bargain you are building up to and get it over with?"

	'Dammit!' thought Andrei 'guessed he saw that one coming a mile
off' Smiling with as much charm as he could, he said aloud "Sure, ok.  You
teach me about being a Shaper, all of it, from the beginning, and I'll
learn to hold back the mists.  Then you can go back to your stupid chant,
or rediscover the spark of life and come out with me to save your people"

	"Fine" J'Stan said, with a loud clap of his hands.  "Bargain
made. Now sit that pretty little tush of yours down and listen to my
story."

***

---Jeez, ya didn't think I'd give it to ya in one big burst did ya?  If you
haven't guessed by now, this story takes place in the far, far future right
here on earth. The next few chapters (few or many, who knows..it all
depends on how things work out) deal with the period of the Wreckers, our
near future.  After the Wreckers era, the Shaper's War will be remembered,
followed by the desperate struggles of the Shaper's Mist, and finally the
conclusion of our story in the Mists of Fate.  Altogether, they span about
10,000 years.  Let me know what you think of them.  These stories do
contain sex, just not every other paragraph, or every chapter.  Hopefully,
you will enjoy these stories! - Dan

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