<hr/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d5/Master_and_his_towel_by_aenaluck_dawg2at-fullview.jpg/848px-Master_and_his_towel_by_aenaluck_dawg2at-fullview.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/584d710228aa6489b25e858ff2b03853.jpg)<br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Animated-music-note-image-0012.gif)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">PROLOGUE TO</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">SYLVIA  MYRISS</span><br/></span></strong></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>The Laboratory, Telflamm<br/>1361, TWENTY-THREE YEARS AGO</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>This is the tale of Constantine Myriss the wizard who thought she had no time for love...<br/><br/>She delved in worlds of worlds, hidden from the surface of this one, and he still found her.<br/>In the darkest bubbling corner of the basement Laboratory, Maximus Ledger approached.<br/>Surrounding them was the thieves' guild who gave them missions to take together.<br/>All eyes were often on Constantine, who radiated a vision of wealth and opulence.<br/><br/>Max was contracted to work with her for four years. With the way he kept looking over his shoulder,<br/>Constantine somehow got the feeling he was not staying that long. She did not ask him his business<br/>nor did she waste any time getting his attention. He did not woo her nor did he stick around to flirt.<br/>He was often away, and left her to do her work. Just the way she wanted it. A resemblance of peace.<br/><br/>Everything was calm the first few months until it was revealed to Max what Constantine was doing.<br/>He read the surface of her pages. Written theories and experiments on achieving immortality.<br/>Max overstepped, saying it wasn't worth it. She had a riposte, and that invited a cackling banter.<br/><br/>They drank several smoky concoctions of their own and played music together.<br/><em>"I didn't know you played,"</em>she said. He replied,<em>"I didn't know <span class="bbc_u">you</span> played."</em><br/><br/><em>"I'm a woman of many talents."</em><br/><br/>His silver eyes lit up as his breath caught before she leaned in for a rough kiss.<br/>Her hands went down to unbuckle his belt. He stopped her.<em>"It's dangerous."</em><br/><br/><em>"I should hope so,"</em>Constantine unbuckled his belt.<br/><br/>They bucked up against the table, rattling the vials and brewed cauldrons. Some thieves had walked in<br/>and out, exclaiming shock and delight at the spectacle. Max roared with defeat, cumming inside her, and<br/>cried tears. That killed the mood for her as she was nowhere near her first orgasm, but the terrified look<br/>on his face was worrisome. He was sobbing for her life. She asked,<em>"...what did you do?"</em><br/><br/>He did not answer, and overcome with dread and anger, she shouted at him to get out.<br/>Maximus Ledger left and never came back. He broke contract with the thieves' guild.<br/>A manila envelope came for her. Inside was a sheet of paper where lyrics were written.<br/>She took a glance and scowled, revulsed to the point of getting nauseous.<em>"Obsession? Obsession?"</em><br/><br/>She burned it.<br/><br/>Constantine got more nauseous, realizing she was actually sick from being pregnant.<br/>She hurried to the nearest tavern, ready to drown it with all the booze she could take.<br/>Then bards there sang that song - his song - her song. The immortal song...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Song That Immortalized Her</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/A5NIoWpkdj4</div></div><br/><br/><em>♪ ♫ "Obsession it takes control!" ♪ ♫</em><br/><br/>Constantine pressed the mug of ale to her lips and stopped. Her blood froze.<br/><br/><em>♪ ♫ "Obsession it eats me whole." ♪ ♫</em><br/><br/>She slowly turned her attention to the stage. Max wasn't there.<br/>In his place, a choir of these strangers she never saw before.<br/><br/><em>♪ ♫ "I can't say the words out loud,<br/>So in a rhyme I wrote you down.<br/>Now you'll live through the ages,<br/>I can feel your pulse in the pages.<br/>I have written you down<br/>Now you will live forever<br/>And all the world will read you<br/>And you will live forever<br/>In eyes not yet created<br/>On tongues that are not born<br/>I have written you down<br/>Now you will live forever<br/>Your body lies upon the sheet,<br/>Of paper and words so sweet.<br/>I can't say the words,<br/>so I wrote you into my verse.<br/>Now you'll live through the ages,<br/>I can feel your pulse in the pages.<br/>I have written you down<br/>Now you will live forever<br/>And all the world will read you,<br/>And you will live forever<br/>In eyes not yet created<br/>On tongues that are not born<br/>I have written you down<br/>Now you will live forever<br/>I have read her with these eyes,<br/>I've read her with these eyes!" ♪ ♫</em><br/><br/>Constantine walked across the tavern, stepping aside from oncoming traffic.<br/><br/><em>♪ ♫ "I have held her in these hands." ♪ ♫</em><br/><br/>She ran out the door, spooked out of there.<br/><br/><em>♪ ♫ "I have written you down,<br/>Now you will live forever.<br/>The virtues in the verse,<br/>And you will live forever.<br/>I have written you down<br/>Now you will live forever<br/>And all the world will read you<br/>And you will live forever<br/>In eyes not yet created<br/>On tongues that are not born<br/>I have written you down<br/>Now you will live forever!" ♪ ♫</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d5/Master_and_his_towel_by_aenaluck_dawg2at-fullview.jpg/848px-Master_and_his_towel_by_aenaluck_dawg2at-fullview.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/5edb49510dec615b31724483ccad5c32.jpg)<br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Animated-music-note-image-0012.gif)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">PROLOGUE TO</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">TEORAN</span><br/></span></strong></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>The Drunk Boar Tavern, Uthmere<br/>1361, TWENTY-THREE YEARS AGO</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>This is the tale of Lysah the bar-wench who absolutely hated every man...<br/>She was crueler to them than the women and animals. Men were not to be trusted.<br/>All men were the same as far as she knew, but Court Craft she loathed entirely.<br/><br/>He showed up limping deeply injured, in soaked crimson bandages, in a party of all men. Except<br/>him, his party drank themselves silly over a recent successful loot, and left Court here at dawn.<br/>Court was too jittery to even look at the woods, a twisted place where he received his injuries.<br/>The black gnarled trees, with pale yellow leaves aflutter... rarely, a plume of smoke trailed from it.<br/><br/>She nursed him back to health. She gave him several blowjobs but he grew too enamored and<br/>exercised no boundaries. She had a rule she never broke: no one was to enter her pussy,<br/>and that was that. Even if his silver eyes were the prettiest shiny pair she had ever seen,<br/>even if his smile was contagious and coy. Court never got over it. He would ask her why when<br/>he never cared why. She told him anecdotes of the women in her family dying of cervical cancer<br/>or rampant transmitted diseases. Each time he got her alone, he told her miraculous stories of<br/>vaginal penetration that left women's lives healed forever. Jaded, Lysah grew cantankerous.<br/><br/><em>"I am not the woman you are looking for!"</em>Lysah roared. They would argue nastily for weeks. Eventually, she<br/>saw him impregnate another woman, Rosie Quill, who gave birth to twins and fled Uthmere with her babies.<br/>Again, Court was left behind. This time, Lysah was convinced he was problematic and troublesome.<br/><br/>Even after two years, in 1361, Court would beg and plead Lysah.<em>"Let me in you."</em><br/><br/><em>"Feck off, hollow beast."</em>Lysah growled and snarled at the sight of him at times. She would curse or ignore.<br/>Others who took notice have tried to talk sense into him, that she was a dragon who picked her teeth with men's ribs.<br/>He listened, laughed, but never heard. He never left the tavern, always seeing her shack up with another stranger.<br/><br/>All night, every night, at the Drunk Boar, the white-haired man waited. He performed impressively, just not enough for her rule to break.<br/>When she wasn't working or yelling at him, she interrogated on his sad and sordid life.<em>"What happened to you out there in those woods?"</em><br/><br/>From what she could discern, he was running from something and running from himself. He admitted it was inescapable. Inevitable.<br/>No matter what, nothing could be done about it. She sensed decades of deep sorrow in those eyes the closer she let him lean in.<br/>How strange, he was sadder than even her. She realized she was mistaken if she thought she was the only one who had seen it all.<br/><br/>While he often baited her into fights, she still rejected constantly his request to fuck her.<br/><br/><em>"Son of a whore, you are too ugly. Yeck, your stench..."</em>This made him laugh,<em>"You are too funny."</em><br/><br/><em>"I never wanted you. I will never be with a mate, never! I'm meant to be alone."</em><br/><br/>She would see the white-haired man go through the motions; heartbreak, friendship, and then deep depression.<br/>Court was found stumbling at day, not drunk as others said but exhausted with dark circles under his silver eyes.<br/>She realized she never saw him drink, not even to flirt with and taste a drop. What a vexing mystery this one was.<br/>When he was not strumming his guitar in the tavern, the bard was making his next song these sleepless nights.<br/>Some said once they saw him coming out of the woods, they rushed to his aid. He was disappointed he wasn't dead.<br/>She was compelled to go into those black and yellow woods herself to understand the intrigue, only to witness nothing.<br/>She looked high and low, and got spun around sometimes, but still found no answers in these whispery woods.<br/><br/>One windy night, Court sang one so bewitching that Lysah honestly forgot she had taken someone's order.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Song She Actually Liked</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/3bQmUbYJMQQ</div></div><br/><br/><em>♪ ♫ "I'm somewhere between 'I love you' and 'I'm leavin' '<br/>Somewhere between 'I need you' and lettin' go<br/>And it scares me so, when I look hard I find no good reasons<br/>I'm somewhere between 'I love you' and 'I'm leavin' ' <br/>Somewhere between 'I miss you' and 'I'm gone'<br/>Running hard through the middle of the night<br/>And you spend yours alone<br/>I hold you close then I let you go, no leavin' well-enough alone<br/>I'm somewhere between 'I miss you' and 'I'm gone'<br/>And the ties that bind, they hold my mind<br/>No matter where I go<br/>I'm alone<br/>Here with you or out there tearin' down some road<br/>Nowhere is home<br/>And you're the only thing on Earth that I believe in<br/>And I'm somewhere between 'I love you' and 'I'm leavin' '<br/>And the ties that bind, they hold my mind<br/>No matter where I go<br/>I'm alone<br/>Here with you or out there tearin' down some road<br/>Nowhere is home<br/>And you're the only thing on Earth that I believe in<br/>I can stay or I can go and not break even<br/>I'm somewhere between 'I love you' and 'I'm leavin' '<br/>I'm somewhere between 'I love you' and 'I'm leavin' ' " ♪ ♫</em><br/><br/>While it was the only song she actually liked, she made no move. The night carried on as usual.<br/>Except Court Craft gave up on wooing her, on lusting for her. He left early and he left quietly.<br/><br/>The next day Lysah saw Court pack up a carriage, her mind made up that she'd fuck him.<br/>She pulled him into the carriage and there inside they rocked it, wildly back and forth.<br/>He was filled with questions, but she shushed him with both hands,<em>"Don't ruin it."</em><br/><br/>Lysah gave him her all, making him sing, taking him and her on a ride they were left satisfied with.<br/>However when she saw that Court was still leaving, her face darkened. This made her feel dirty.<br/>She broke her rule and he took that virtue as a farewell. She could not bear watching him go.<br/><br/>She gritted and scowled the night away. The only relief she found was knowing she would<br/>not see Court Craft again and knowing she was too barren, unable to have child.<br/>Now and then, she would look out at the woods, at the gnarled black and fluttering yellow...<br/>She spread the rumors to the locals that those woods there were cursed deep as their roots.<br/>