Upon the bubble that is reality there are actually many layers, there are whole worlds little more than a shadows thickness away. there are strange and fantastic things that can leak through the cracks of reality. one of the layers called the gilded realm is where all magic flows, it seeks out places and even people to coalesce into. like water, arcane power can fit though even the tiniest of cracks. like water through stone magic can leak slowly into other realms. It's a mages job to both study and protect these minor holes as well as make sure such power is used responsibly. sometimes however large amounts of arcane power can go to places seemingly unnoticed by even the most talented of mages, so every once in a while the mages of Gilduim also know as the Unknown university, would roam the countryside trying to find any person with dormant magical power. Many times Magic is found early enough in someone's infancy so they are brought up in one of the smaller sub schools of the university. but every once in a while someone can go through their childhood without the slight hint of magic in their blood, only for it to suddenly manifest in force once they come of age. while it's more rare it has happened enough times for there set precedent of how such cases should be handled. it can come as quite a shock to one day wake up and find that your pillow has morphed into a rather large snake or that you floating several feet off the ground or to perhaps take one step and find yourself all the way on the other side of the room.....
on a cold autumn morning one young woman was about to have a rather strange day....
Mina awoke feeling rather well rested despite the hard time she had getting to sleep last night, for whatever reason she just felt so hot even in the cold night. in the end she had to strip down naked just to get comfortable in bed she never slept nude before... she would blush lightly as she got up glad that she had moved out and lived alone so no one could see her. she was a tall and beautiful tan skinned woman with brown hair so dark it was nearly black. her eyes were a bright yellow, her face young looking but jaw droppingly femmine, with a cute little nose and plump kissable lips. she was both heavy breasted and wide hipped with a butt that was nice and "grabable". her lips nipples and pussy were all a dark and inviting chocolate color. she still had her broad gold collar like necklace on she rarely ever took it off, it being her precious treasure given to her by her grandma.
she quickly combed her neck length hair and washed up before getting ready to get back to her sculpting, her trade and favorite hobby. but she was surprised to find that her clothes weren't in her closet. She could have sworn she hung them up yesterday! she closed the curtain then opened it it again and there they were just like they should have been. that was weird..... after she dressed in her sleeveless white shirt and white skirt she found that they felt tight for some unknown reason... esspally in her butt and breasts areas. Then later when she made some breakfast she dropped an egg that strangely, against all expectation didn't splat on the floor. "Oh my.... well that's.... lucky....?", she said feelings unnerved, for what reasons she wasn't sure. She pushed that out of her head for now... there was some work to do. as the towns only sculptor she also found a lot of work helping cut stone for things other than just busts of peoples head and other such things. the work really kept her fit... not o0nly that but she was the darkest skinned person in the village so she always did draw the eyes. Many a man or even passing knights would try to chat her up... buts he was a very introverted girl and her shyness would make her feel uncomfortable under so much attention.... also it sometimes seemed she was cursed with bad luck when it came to clothes..... many a time her skirts or pants had wardrobe malfunctions showing of her panites more then once to the people in town by accident. she was so embarrassed by it but for some reason.... it made her inexplicably wet in her panites when ever something like that happned with eyes all over her....
She headed to the little part of her small stone house that housed her workspace and got back to work on a piece she was doing more for herself then anyone else a tiny little statue of a pharaoh, the rulers of the ancient world, in the far western lands of Osreeha, from witch she, according to her father was descend from. it was fun to imagine what it might have been like to meet one... regal and proud and sure of themselves. She wished she could be like that, she daydreamed a little as she chiseled away. Just as she was about done with a bit of the leg she saw the little statue move! it... it waved at her with a little hand she fell out of her seat as she gasped. no way that couldn't be right... she got up and peeked back over her work bench to see the little statue as still as ever. she blinked her heart still racing. "What in the gods names..... I must be seeing things....", she then sat down and breathed out. she reached for the chisel only to have it fly right into her hand! She gasped and fell over again dropping it and backing away quickly into the corner. "Wh-What the!? Oh lords am I going crazy!?", she said panting. She shook her head hard to try and forget what she just saw..... perhaps she should go out and.... get some new clay and stone.... get some fresh air. She pulled a shawl around her and headed out the door. witch closed itself behind her with she chalked up to the wind as she hurried down the road into the market.
the little town was a simple little place many people knew each other, and they were far removed from the squabbles of kings, knights, and religious leaderships so it was quite peaceful there. It was called peattown for all the deposits of peat that could be found around the countryside, it was more or less the places life blood. So while they were small they did get plenty of folks passing through and buy up some fuel for their fires. Mina moved here because it was out of the way but still a rich enough place to live. Mages rarely bothered with the place. As she walked she found herself feeling worried... was she going crazy? no.... perhaps she really was more tired than she thought this brisk colder mourning air should clear her mind. but the worry was still there and nagging at the edges of her mind. in fact besides all the wired stuff she just felt.. off to day... as she walked buy a cart the wooden wheel began to unscrew themselves and it clattered to the ground on its side dumping all the boxes of apples to the cobblestones. Mina hurried along telling herself it was just a coincidence. Further along the passage into the town marketplace a pair figures hooded in blue stood watching. "Izianova.... do you feel that...? Arcane power is moving about.... that was no accident, at least no the regular kind.", said a deep but quiet voice from one of the hooded figures.
on a cold autumn morning one young woman was about to have a rather strange day....
Mina awoke feeling rather well rested despite the hard time she had getting to sleep last night, for whatever reason she just felt so hot even in the cold night. in the end she had to strip down naked just to get comfortable in bed she never slept nude before... she would blush lightly as she got up glad that she had moved out and lived alone so no one could see her. she was a tall and beautiful tan skinned woman with brown hair so dark it was nearly black. her eyes were a bright yellow, her face young looking but jaw droppingly femmine, with a cute little nose and plump kissable lips. she was both heavy breasted and wide hipped with a butt that was nice and "grabable". her lips nipples and pussy were all a dark and inviting chocolate color. she still had her broad gold collar like necklace on she rarely ever took it off, it being her precious treasure given to her by her grandma.
she quickly combed her neck length hair and washed up before getting ready to get back to her sculpting, her trade and favorite hobby. but she was surprised to find that her clothes weren't in her closet. She could have sworn she hung them up yesterday! she closed the curtain then opened it it again and there they were just like they should have been. that was weird..... after she dressed in her sleeveless white shirt and white skirt she found that they felt tight for some unknown reason... esspally in her butt and breasts areas. Then later when she made some breakfast she dropped an egg that strangely, against all expectation didn't splat on the floor. "Oh my.... well that's.... lucky....?", she said feelings unnerved, for what reasons she wasn't sure. She pushed that out of her head for now... there was some work to do. as the towns only sculptor she also found a lot of work helping cut stone for things other than just busts of peoples head and other such things. the work really kept her fit... not o0nly that but she was the darkest skinned person in the village so she always did draw the eyes. Many a man or even passing knights would try to chat her up... buts he was a very introverted girl and her shyness would make her feel uncomfortable under so much attention.... also it sometimes seemed she was cursed with bad luck when it came to clothes..... many a time her skirts or pants had wardrobe malfunctions showing of her panites more then once to the people in town by accident. she was so embarrassed by it but for some reason.... it made her inexplicably wet in her panites when ever something like that happned with eyes all over her....
She headed to the little part of her small stone house that housed her workspace and got back to work on a piece she was doing more for herself then anyone else a tiny little statue of a pharaoh, the rulers of the ancient world, in the far western lands of Osreeha, from witch she, according to her father was descend from. it was fun to imagine what it might have been like to meet one... regal and proud and sure of themselves. She wished she could be like that, she daydreamed a little as she chiseled away. Just as she was about done with a bit of the leg she saw the little statue move! it... it waved at her with a little hand she fell out of her seat as she gasped. no way that couldn't be right... she got up and peeked back over her work bench to see the little statue as still as ever. she blinked her heart still racing. "What in the gods names..... I must be seeing things....", she then sat down and breathed out. she reached for the chisel only to have it fly right into her hand! She gasped and fell over again dropping it and backing away quickly into the corner. "Wh-What the!? Oh lords am I going crazy!?", she said panting. She shook her head hard to try and forget what she just saw..... perhaps she should go out and.... get some new clay and stone.... get some fresh air. She pulled a shawl around her and headed out the door. witch closed itself behind her with she chalked up to the wind as she hurried down the road into the market.
the little town was a simple little place many people knew each other, and they were far removed from the squabbles of kings, knights, and religious leaderships so it was quite peaceful there. It was called peattown for all the deposits of peat that could be found around the countryside, it was more or less the places life blood. So while they were small they did get plenty of folks passing through and buy up some fuel for their fires. Mina moved here because it was out of the way but still a rich enough place to live. Mages rarely bothered with the place. As she walked she found herself feeling worried... was she going crazy? no.... perhaps she really was more tired than she thought this brisk colder mourning air should clear her mind. but the worry was still there and nagging at the edges of her mind. in fact besides all the wired stuff she just felt.. off to day... as she walked buy a cart the wooden wheel began to unscrew themselves and it clattered to the ground on its side dumping all the boxes of apples to the cobblestones. Mina hurried along telling herself it was just a coincidence. Further along the passage into the town marketplace a pair figures hooded in blue stood watching. "Izianova.... do you feel that...? Arcane power is moving about.... that was no accident, at least no the regular kind.", said a deep but quiet voice from one of the hooded figures.