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Author's Note: I rewrote the fight scene and The Healer section.

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Trillia snuggles up against Janthor, rubbing her body against him.

"Mmmmm, again?" His whispers as he opens his eyes.

She giggles.

He turns into her and nibbles at his mark on her neck, running his tongue over it and nuzzling it until she is trembling with need. His mark is not any ordinary mark, it is magically altered to reinforce her attachment and desire for the wizard and the beast every time he or she touches it.

"Janthor… please… don't make me wait."

“You don’t get what you want until I get what I want.” He growls and she shudders.

“I’ll do anything, you know that…”

“We’ll see about that.” He reaches for the cream and she trembles as he begins to rub it into her stomach and she arches into his hands. He takes his time, making sure to rub plenty onto and within in her. He has noticed that she seems to be primed lately even before he rubs the cream on and he rarely sees even a spark of resistance from her.

She is beginning to squirm.

“Please… Janthor…”

“Only when I am satisfied, tell me some of the things you would do for me and the beast.”

“You know I would do anything, Janthor, anything!”

“Yes, yes, but I want to hear it, tell me.”

She can’t be still, her body is on fire, aching, wanting. She cannot think she needs him so desperately.

“I, I don’t know what you want, Janthor, my body is yours, you know that.”

“Would you suffer for us?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Would you touch someone else for us?”

“I don’t know why you’d want me to but yes, I would touch anyone you want me to touch.”

The servant brings in a woman.

“Wh-who is… that.” She can barely breathe as the ache within her is all she can feel.

“This is your final test, Trillia, do you know her?

“No, I just asked you who she is, didn’t I?”

He slaps her.

Trillia’s hand flies to her face but she stays quiet.

“Watch your tone, don’t forget who has the power to give you what you want. I can just as easily walk out that door and never touch you again.” He growls.

She whimpers, “No, please, I’m sorry Janthor, you have all the power! Please forgive me!” She quickly says to appease him. She would say anything at this point, her need is so great.

“Of course, it’s just important that you remember your place if you wish the beast to come out and play.”

Trillia licks her lips as she squirms, “Yes, yes, I will, please let him come out and play.”

The woman standing near the door is horrified by how Trillia is behaving. What has the wizard done to her?

He hands the servant the cream. “Put this all over her.” The servant knows better than to hesitate and he makes quick work of it.

“Trillia, get off the bed and shift.”

She immediately does as he commands. The dragon is stepping from foot to foot and her haunches poke into the air as her head leans down to sniff at the woman. Her nostrils flare and she sneezes. “She’s smelly, Janthor.”

“Yes, she needs a bath, clean her up.”

Trillia wrinkles her nose on the tip of her muzzle but she does as he commands. Her tongue starts at the woman’s feet and continues licking all the way up.

“Make sure you clean her insides as well.”

Trillia giggles as she thinks that’s funny but she does as he commands and thoroughly cleans her. The woman moans and turns a bright shade of pink as she slides her tongue into her moist heat. The woman is wiggling now and moaning as Trillia lingers, knowing how the woman is feeling because she feels it too.

“Keep going, Trillia, it isn’t time for her to be satisfied yet.”

Trillia moves on and pushes her tongue into the woman’s dark hole and the woman is getting really loud and it is hurting her ears. “Janthor, she’s too loud.”

“You know how to make the sounds stop.”

She licks up the woman’s belly to her mouth and shoved her tongue deep inside her and the woman starts sucking on her tongue. Trillia thinks it is kind of nice. At least she is not being loud anymore.

“Alright, that’s enough.” He turns to the servant. “Take her away. You can put her with one of the others, or…” The wizard is grinning. “You have been rather good lately; you can take her for yourself. Yes, do take her for yourself and when you are done put her back in her cell.” The servant bows low and takes her away.

“Shift.”

She was instantly in her human form wiggling and squirming.

The bed had already broken the night before when neither of them could not resist shifting.

He pulls her up onto the bed, watching her squirm. He is quite pleased with himself. She is completely and totally under his control. Wouldn’t her mother be angry if she could see what he had done to her precious daughter. He leans down and nibbles at his mark on her shoulder and she begins to pant. She is truly his now.

"I want you to shift for me, but slowly. I want to watch every lovely red scale form on your body."

Y-yes, Janthor. Will you let the beast out soon?" Her body is shaking as her need moves through her like a force of its own. He’s never made her wait this long.

He chuckles, "He will come out soon, let me have my fun first."

She begins to shift but slower than she has ever shifted before. He cannot take his eyes from her, flesh and scales, fingers and talons, hair and horns. "There, stop there!"

"You are so perfect." Her muzzle is partly formed, her eyes are slanted her face is framed by scales, and horns poke up through her hair. Her breasts are larger and framed by her red scales and the rest of her body is dotted with them. Her glorious hips have spread to twice what they were and talons her hands are half paw half human hands with small talons growing out the tips.

“Oh, I really like this, I think you should be in this form more often.”

He leans down and licks along her muzzle, encouraging her mouth to open and he calls to the beast, only allowing what he wants to change. His tongue grows long and he flicks it into her mouth. She moans and opens wider for him.

A few tentacles come out of his back and cradle her, offering her up to him. She spreads her legs and thrusts upward.

"Eh eh eh... my timing remember." He chastises her.

"Please, Janthor, I can't wait much longer."

"You will wait as long as I want you to wait." He growls.

She whimpers and twitches as she feels like fire is coursing through her veins.

His long tongue licks down between her legs making her thrust toward him and his tongue moves away, up her body and back to her muzzle making her moan. Several smaller tentacles are playing with her mouth, pulling it open, playing with her teeth and tongue. His tongue slips in to dance with them.

He can feel the beast getting impatient but he tries to exert his will over it. He wants a little longer with her. She is so ripe with wanting. He loves to make her wait, make her squirm. He feels the beast growing between his legs, refusing to be stopped. He roars and the beast shifts completely towering over her.

She smiles up at him. "There you are... I missed you."

The beast plunges into her and she purrs, finally getting what she wants.

*****

Trillia roams through the gardens picking flowers, smiling and humming remembering her delicious morning with Janthor. He is being so sweet today. He made the servants bring her breakfast in bed. She remembers her shock at finding him still in bed when she woke up as he never sleeps in. Of course they had been up most of the night letting his beast and her dragon play. The beast even reasserted his claim over her, biting and burning his mark into her every time he entered her from behind. She thought for sure there would be a wound this morning but it was just a darker mark than it was yesterday.

When she woke this morning, she had automatically reached for it and she experienced a whole body spasm. Remembering she reaches up to her shoulder and touches his mark. She can hardly breathe as it sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, wanting him desperately.

"I'm here my love."

Somewhere in the back of her mind, something grasped at her, but she couldn't quite catch it. She shook it off.

"Are you alright, darling? I see you’ve kept your lovely form for me."

She laughs, "Yes,” She reaches up and feels the horns coming up through her hair on her head. “You said you like it and you know how much I love to please you.” Her hand slides down to her muzzle, feeling the strange shape and then she drops her hand to her side. “Do you ever get that feeling that you've forgotten something but can't remember what?"

He nuzzles her mark sending shivers down her spine. "It's silly, I know.” Her body trembles. “Never mind, I was just thinking of you."

"Oh were you?" He grins at her knowing she had been thinking about him as she touched his mark and it brought him to her. He feels it every time she touches his mark and she is touching it more and more.

"Yes," She giggles, "I was thinking of our wonderful early morning romp." She leans into him and sighs, "Sometimes I wish we could stay in bed all day and let my dragon and your beast play to their hearts content."

He chuckles and pulls her tight against him. "That sounds wonderful, darling, maybe we should do just that."

"Did you make sure our guests are taken care of today?"

"Yes, darling, you know I take extra good care of them." He assures her.

"You are so sweet." She knows they have guests but when she tries to picture them she can't quite see them as it is all a blur.

He nuzzles her mark again and she shivers, "You know, I love it when you do that. It sends goose bumps racing all over my body.” She smiles up at him.

“How about when I do this?” He nibbles at the mark.

“Oh… that one, makes me so hot I want to lie down right here and beg the beast to come out and play.”

He growls. “Right here, you would lie down right here?”

She trembles as he nibbles against the mark again. “Oh yes… right here… right now… please.” She begs.

"Of course, you know I can't refuse you."

She giggles and starts to lie down but he pulls her to him as something catches his eye. He had been so distracted by her need and her wonderful new form he hadn't seen them approaching, ten dragons land across his property.

*****

Drey is confused. He sees Trillia, or what looks like Trillia but in some strange altered between form, and she is rubbing up against the wizard and laughing! What is wrong with her? He lands and holds the staff in front of him.

"Let her go!"

The wizard just laughs as Trillia is holding on to him.

"Trillia, darling, do you want me to let you go?"

"No!" She frowns, appalled at the notion.

He never breaks eye contact with Drey as he holds her back against him and allowing his hands to roam over her body, dipping into her heat as he nibbles her mark. She moans, no longer caring the dragons are there, she does not want him to stop.

“Take your hands off of her!” Drey growls ready to pounce on him.

“Why should I, she wants to be here. “Go back and tell that sorceress of yours, the daughter she had such special plans for is mine now and we shall rule together. She will never see her precious dragons as the rulers they once were!”

Drey frowns, confused, what is he babbling about?

“You have obviously gone mad as you are making no sense. Hand her over, now!”

The wizard laughs, “No…” His beastly tongue snakes out of his mouth and into Trillia’s and she looks like she is delighted as she sucks on it.”

Rantalian is just as horrified by Trillia’s appearance and behavior but he nudges Drey and whispers, "He's got her under a spell, don't let him rattle you. You can do this!"

Janthor sees the change in Drey’s eyes and he pushes Trillia to the side but she keeps coming back to him.

“Janthor, please make them go away. I want the beast to come out and play.”

“Not now darling, I have to take care of this and then we can play all you like.”

He grins at Drey and fury flares in Drey’s eyes. The wizard suddenly shifts and his beast towers over them, twenty feet in the air as the tentacles begin reaching for the dragons, its hands rise glowing with light.

Drey summons all of his love for Trillia, the one he remembers, sees all of her love for him and everyone around her, how she loves the shifter maidens and their mates, he sees her touching him, loving him and how her body responds to his. The staff is getting brighter and brighter.

One of the larger tentacles pushes Trillia back again as she is trying to do things to the beast Drey does not even want to think about. Light is glowing brightly from the beast’s hands. Drey tries to stay focused but Trillia keeps distracting him.

The beast shoots something out of his hands at the staff. Drey and the other dragons are knocked backwards as sparks fly landing on the dragons around him, burning through their scales. The dragons role around as they try to put the burning sparks out.

The beast laughs. “And I thought you might actually be a challenge, you are pathetic. The sorceress has chosen wrong again.” One of his tentacles wraps around Trillia’s waist as others wrap around her limbs. Then one slides up the inside of her legs and pushes into her moist heat. She moans as she throws her head back.

The dragons are taken aback at the sight of what the monster is doing to her. Drey stands up and pulls on the energy of the dragons around him and how much they care about Trillia and refocuses on her, her strength, her passion, her sweetness, her dragon, her love. The beast shoots something out of his hands again and this time the staff absorbs it.

The look on the beast’s face gives Drey strength and this time he pulls on everything around him as he thinks about Trillia and all the love he has for her. The staff is glowing so brightly, everyone is blinded by it. The beast tries a third time, shooting flame and light from his hands and the staff takes it and throws it back at him, wounding him. He throws Trillia away from him and Drey almost falters but he refocuses and the staff grows brighter again. He projects everything within him, everything from the other dragons, the pure love they have for Trillia and he pushes it through the staff and light shoots from it and into the beast. The beast screams an unholy sound and then the wizard is lying on the ground, bleeding, eyes wide but unseeing.

Trillia lies crumpled on the ground but soon sits up dazed and confused until she sees Janthor and screams, runs to him, falls to the ground next to him sobbing.

"No, Janthor, don't leave me!" Her hands are stroking over his face and body, showering kisses all over him as she sobs.

The dragons stand with their muzzles gaping; their mind cannot grasp what their eyes can see.

"Trillia, it's me, Drey. Don't you recognize me?"

She cowers away from him. His heart breaks.

"Where are our mates?" Rantalian asks her.

"Who?" She continues to sob feeling like she will never be able to breathe again.

"The women, where are they?"

She sniffs and looks up at the dragon towering over her. "Do you mean our guests, they are downstairs.” Tears are streaming down her cheeks, what does she care about guests, her mate is dead.

Her sadness begins to change to anger. She roars and fully shifts into her dragon. She lunges for the one that killed her mate. He stumbles back from her, horror on his face. Rantalian and another dragon, Bendalin, grab her, trying to keep her from hurting herself or Drey.

The servants peak out of the door.

"Go, bring up the women from downstairs, now!" Rantalian roars at the two servants.

"Yes, sir!"

Rantalian holds onto Trillia as she snaps her jaws and leans toward Drey looking like she wants to kill him. “Trillia, wake up!” He looks at Drey and he aches for him as the dragon has a look of horror on his face. “I don’t understand, the wizard is dead, his spell should have been broken!” Rantalian pulls on dragon Trillia, shaking her.

The shifter maidens come running out of the house and to their mates. Benoria sees her mate and another dragon holding back Trillia.

"Trillia, Trillia, it's okay, we're safe. Calm down. Breathe."

Something about the woman is familiar to Trillia. She shifts back, confusion clouding her mind. "Who are you?"

Benoria hadn't seen Trillia since that night the Wizard almost made her do things with her. She had known who she was then and that was only a few days ago.

"Trillia, it's me Benoria, don't you remember?" Benoria holds Trillia’s shoulders, looking into her eyes.

"Benoria?" The name flutters around in her mind. "Benoria?" She sees her in her mind, on her bed, rubbing the cream all over her. The image confusing her further, why would she be putting the cream on Benoria, her mate uses it on her? But obviously she knows this woman. A sob wracks her body. "Benoria, they killed my mate!" She sobs as Benoria pulls her into her arms. "No they didn't he's right there." And she points to the dragon that killed Janthor.

"What are you talking about? He killed Janthor, my mate!"

Benoria holds onto Trillia, concern in her eyes and voice, "It's okay, sweetie, we’ll figure it all out. You're going to be okay."

There was a swirl of light and the sorceress was standing in the middle of all of them. She turns to Drey and holds out her hand.

"But she doesn't even know who I am! How can I leave her?" He looks from the Sorceress to Trillia.

"We'll take care of her, Drey, don't worry, we'll help her get her memory back. Do what you need to do. I won't let you down." Rantalian says and all the dragons turn to Drey, looking at the dragon that had saved their mates. One by one they all lean forward onto their chest plates, bowing to him. Rantalian is the last but even he bows. He would not have his mate without Drey's sacrifice.

Drey looks at Trillia one last time. "I know you don't remember, but I love you Trillia, I will see you again." His voice cracks. He takes the sorceress’ hand in his paw and disappears in a swirl of light.

*****

Three months later:

Rantalian and Benoria

"How's she doing?" Rantalian pulls Benoria’s human form up against his chest plate. After three months he still can’t get enough of her.

"Honestly, I don't know.” She sighs and leans back against him as she watches Trillia in the garden. “All she does is work in that damn garden. She has planted all the flowers and herbs the wizard had. I still catch her touching his mark with a wistful look on her face and she changes into that awful between form. I can't believe the damage that man caused in a week! She remembers me but only from the last night she and I were, well he was going to, but then..."

"It's okay Ria, I know you had to do things to survive that you wouldn't have done otherwise. It isn't your fault and I don't blame you. I would much rather have you alive, here with me now, than dead because you refused to do something he demanded of you.”

"Well, technically she and I didn't do anything."

"Why do I hear a but in there?"

She swallows hard, she had not been able to tell him right after they got home, but she wants to tell him. She does not want any secrets between them.

"He took me and Trillia to his room. He made her put this cream on me, all over, everywhere." He was watching her but keeping his thoughts to himself.

"I was starting to feel strange and realized it was the cream, it must have been one of his potions. I started writhing all over the bed and then he told her to shift. We didn't even know she could as he had done something to all of us, keeping us from shifting into our dragons. Once he told her to shift she did and he was completely enamored of her dragon. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.”

“I was going crazy with need and was wishing you were there, or rather I was here and then he was calling the servants to take me back to my cell in the dungeon.” He did wince at that. He hated the thought of her being down there.

“He told them to put me in with one of the others so they could take care of my need. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I was in such a state I begged the servants to take care of me on the way down the stairs."

"The servants wouldn't dare touch one of the wizards prisoners so they just threw me in with, well, I promised I wouldn't say which one, let's just say her name is Sun as she was the sun for me that night. My need was so strong, it was worse than being in heat." Pink spreads across her cheeks.

“As soon as the cell door clanged shut I was on her, rubbing against her, begging her to take care of me. She was appalled at first but she saw what a miserable state I was in and figured it had to be some sort of spell or potion or something. She finally took pity on me and snuggled me, and touched me, and pleasured me into the night. By the next morning it had worn off and I was mortified. She was kind though. She told me it wasn't my fault and she held me as I cried. I cried because I felt like I betrayed you, my mate."

He pulled her to him and held her tight against his chest plate. "She was right, it wasn't your fault and I'm so glad she was there and kind to you. I was so afraid for you, the whole time we were apart. We came as fast as we could, you know that right?"

"Yes, I know. There's no way you would just sit around doing nothing. I knew you and Drey would find a way to get to us. I just tried to hang on until you got there. Believe it or not the dungeon was preferable to being chained to the wall in the attic. We were left there for hours on end. We were only fed because Trillia begged him to let her feed us while we were up there." She looked back at Trillia and sighed. "That's why I'll never give up on her. She was there for us and made sure we were okay as best she could. She gave herself to that monster so he wouldn't hurt us. It was frightening hearing her scream that first night, it sounded like it was killing her. We hadn't seen him turn into his beast but we heard Trillia talking about it and him threatening us with it. I knew that was what made her scream that night. She saved us from that."

Benoria was trembling as she leaned against Rantalian.

"Shhhh, it's okay... I feel the same way about Drey. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn’t have you in my arms now.” He shudders. “He is sacrificing a year of his life so that he was able to destroy that monster and we could get our mates back."

Benoria shudders at the thought of her mate being away from her that long. "I just don't know how to reach her. It's like she's locked up in her mind and can't get out. I thought once she was away from him she would start remembering again. Maybe I should bring the healer from our old village to see her. Maybe she can help her."

"I trust you, Ria, if you think it could help, go get her. I will stay here with Trillia until you return,

*****

Drey and the Sorceress

The Sorceress’ pull is strong, after he took her hand he felt the same heat he felt when she had marked his chest. Suddenly, all of his worries fell away. He still thinks of Trillia but he cannot seem to worry about her as he just has this feeling that everything will work out. Somewhere inside him he knows it is probably a spell from the Sorceress. At least she didn't make him forget about Trillia, he still feels his love for her but he cannot resist the pull of the sorceress. He feels compelled to go to her every time she calls, and his body burns for her.

She takes everything from him and wants more. He remembers how he fit perfectly within her that first time. She climbed up on him and slid down over his speared point and he slid right into her. He grows hard just thinking about it. She knows too.

"Drey, my sweet dragon, come to me..." She is truly insatiable. He remembers calling Trillia insatiable once but it was a gross understatement compared to the Sorceress. She must have put some kind of spell on him to get hard for her whenever she wants because he is almost never hidden away within his sheath. She drains him dry again and again. Sometimes he wonders if she can completely deplete his seed. He hopes not. He still has hopes for him and Trillia to have hatchlings and make a family. And then all thoughts fly away as he is in the sorceress’ presence. All he can think of is pleasing her. His tongue slides along her neck, he loves the way she tastes, like a meadow of flowers on a spring day after the rain.

He nuzzles against her, sliding his tongue down her beautiful body until he is sliding into her moist heat. She moans and purrs. It amazes him that she can purr the way she does, not being a dragon. She pulls on him.

He knows what she wants. He removes his tongue and flips her over. He hears her growl and moan as she pushes her bottom up towards him. He grabs her hair with his paw and thrusts into her until he is completely buried in her slick heat. He holds himself there savoring the feeling until she starts to squirm begging him to move.

He does move but he decides to change it up and he pulls out of her and presses against her dark opening. He keeps pressing until he slips inside. She cries out. He knows she sometimes likes a little pain with her pleasure and he pushes harder. He feels her body shudder but then she is pushing back, wanting more. He gives it to her until she cries out again. He grins knowing she loves this. She begins to push against him and he shoves hard and fast the rest of the way in and she trembles. He holds himself there for a moment loving how tight she feels around him, loving how she wants him deep inside. He slowly slides in and out, hitting the magical spot within as primal sounds gurgle out of her. He feels her pulse around him and he thrusts harder until they both cry out and their orgasms spiral in and out between them.

*****

The Healer

The Healer is in the garden harvesting some of her herbs she is going to dry for the season. She hears something above and a dragon swoops down and lands in the middle of the village circle. She rushes over hoping she can keep people calm.

“Healer, it’s Benoria. Trillia needs you, will you come with me?”

The Healer only hesitates a moment. “Let me get my bag.”

She returns quickly with a cloak wrapped around her and a large bag with the strap wrapped around her neck and shoulder.

The dragon lowers herself to the ground and the Healer climbs up.

“Hold on.” The dragon says as her wings spread out and she lifts up into the air.

Benoria explains to the Healer everything that has happened on the way back. They land and the Healer slides off the dragons back and slowly approaches Trillia in the garden. Even with the warning of her appearance, she finds it difficult to look at her.

“Trillia, may I sit with you?”

Trillia turns around and looks at her, eyes blank without recognition. “Hello, do I know you?”

“You did know me, I’m the healer from your village. I heard you went through a rough experience and I wanted to see if there was anything I could do for you.” She looks around at all the plants. “This is a really nice garden, did you do it all yourself?”

“Oh yes, Janthor taught me about his herbs and the best way to grow them.” The light had brightened within her for a moment and then she touched her shoulder.

The Healer watched as Trillia shivers and her pupils dilate and she lets out a little moan as she closes her eyes. The Healer waits for her to come back on her own.

When Trillia stands up it is like nothing happened. “Here, I can show you all the plants.” She takes her around to each one, describing them and what they do. The Healer is amazed that she learned all of this in one week and tells her so. Trillia looks off to the side.

“What is it Trillia?”

She walks over to a bag that is lying on the ground beside the garden. She opens it up, pulls out a large leather bound book and then hands it to the Healer. “I found his journal, before we left.” Trillia’s eyes look sad. “I know I was an experiment and… more. It is all in there, everything he did.”

“Then why do you still cling to him, stay in that between form?”

She shrugs, “It is hard to reconcile how I feel about what I remember and what is in his journal. It didn’t feel bad or like he was manipulating me.”

“Trillia, do you want to get better?”

A tear slides down her cheek and she nods.

“Well then I would say the first step is changing back to your natural form and every time you feel drawn to touch your shoulder, clasp your hands together in front of you. I know it will take time for you to lose the urge to touch it, but if you try, it will get easier.” She says in her nononsense healer voice.

Trillia’s face twitches around her lips and then she shifts back to her human form. Her hands clasp in front of her until her knuckles are white.

“Trillia, is it alright if I read his journal? I’d like to stay a couple of days, if it’s alright with you. We can talk and I can tell you everything I know about you when you were growing up.”

Trillia nods.

“Wonderful, you know you loved gardening when you lived in the village. You went out to the community garden every day to weed and pick the ripe vegetables. Would you like me to bring some seeds for the vegetables you used to grow the next time I visit?”

Trillia sighs and presses her hands together so tight the Healer is worried she might injure herself but she doesn’t say anything.

“Yes, that would be nice.” Trillia finally says. Her mouth twitches and then she smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Good. Thank you for talking with me, Trillia. I’m going to chat with Benoria and I’ll come back and check on you in a little bit.”

Trillia takes a step towards her and then stops.

“Yes Trillia?”

“She’s… she’s my sister, they all are. It’s in his journal.”

The Healer looks from Trillia and back to Benoria. She doesn’t know why she never saw it before, how much they looked alike, and they both showed up in the village the same way even if it was a couple of years apart. She’d never told her that. The parents chose to keep it quiet, not wanting the children to know they were different.

“Can, Can I hug you?”

The Healer opens her arms and Trillia rushes into them. “You used to come to me just to get hugs when you were little. I will always hug you Trillia.” The Healer’s hand brushes down her back, comforting her.

They part and the Healer goes back to Benoria in her human form standing next to Rantalian, her dragon mate. She chooses to stay silent about what Trillia just confided to her, at least until she reads the journal.

“It won’t be easy for her, but she does want to try to get better. Would you mind if I stay a few days? I want to read his journal and figure out what he did exactly so I know how best to help her.”

“Yes, of course, you made more progress in that short time than I’ve made in months.” Benoria said with relief.

“Don’t feel bad, she may remember you a little but I think her body remembers me as I was there while she was growing up. With both of us working together, I think she will find her way back.”

Benoria rushes her and hugs her tight. “Thank you so much, I’ve been so worried about her.”

“Thank you, Healer.” Rantalian rumbles. “We appreciate you coming out here for her, she means a lot to both of us and I promised Drey that we would help her.”

“When will he be back?” The Healer remembers Benoria mentioning he had to leave.

“About seven months.”

“Well that gives us some time to work with her. Hopefully she will be feeling much better by the time he returns.” They all three turn and watch Trillia working in the garden. Every so often her hands clasp in front of her but she does not reach for her shoulder.

“She wants to please; it must have been part of the training he did to her as she certainly wasn’t a pleaser growing up.” The Healer smiles remembering little Trillia getting into trouble more times than not. “Strangely enough, it is what will probably help her come back to herself, hopefully.” She looks at the book in her hands and her skin crawls.

“I’ll read as much of this as I’m able to see what I can find out about what he used on her and let you know what I’ve discovered. “I want to get started on this right away. Um… do you have a place I can sleep tonight or do you sleep outside?” She realized she didn’t know much about them or how they live.

Rantalian chuckles, “We are not barbarians, we have a cave, it may not be what you are used to but we will set up an area where you can sleep.”

“Thank you. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

Benoria hugs her again. “No, how are you to know how we live? It’s alright. Rantalian just likes to tease.” She shoots him a scowl but he only chuckles again.

The Healer walks to a tree near the garden, sits against it and begins to read.

*****

The Sorceress and Drey

: Come to me, Drey... :

He feels the Sorceress’ pull and he must go to her. She waits for him in the overlook, her favorite place to be. She has said that she feels closest to her roots when she is between the clouds and the earth.

The overlook is so tall above her castle that he thinks it must have been made by magic. He closes his eyes and when he opens them he is by her side. He still finds it disconcerting when she does that.

She is looking out the large window that surrounds the overlook. The clouds are low today making it look like the tower is floating in the sky.

"I love it when it looks like this." She leans her back against his stomach and rests her head against his chest plate. "Doesn't it make you feel like you are in the heavens with the Gods and Goddesses?" She softly hums a tune he is vaguely familiar with but can't place.

"It is lovely Sorceress." He purrs enjoying the feel of her against him.

"I wanted to share this with you. I think it's time I tell you a story."

Her scent surrounds him and he is having trouble focusing as his desire for her grows. He shakes his head to clear it.

"I'm listening, Sorceress."