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Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Sword - Part 2 of 3
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Sword Part 2
All rights reserves as noted in Part 1
Continuation from Part 1
Waldo


The man turns in his chair and faces the fire as his teeth tightly clinch the 
old pipe that he's holding in his mouth.  Daphne's voice is very soft as she 
again picks up the story from her choked-up husband.  "……your grandfather 
went outside where the priest was waiting for him.  They didn't have to wait 
long before a low growl came from within the cabin, then the cabin door 
opened.  A big black bear came out of the cabin.  Your Grandfather called out 
your grandmother's name and the huge bear rose to its feet as it growled a 
menacing growl and prepared to charge your grandfather.  That's when the 
priest fired the bow.  The arrow was twice the size of a normal arrow and it 
pierced the huge bear's chest.  That arrow killed the dangerous bear.  Your 
grandfather rushed into the cabin to try to find Nana but came out sobbing 
because the cabin was empty as he suspected it would be.  When he came back 
out, the priest was saying a prayer over the dead body of your Nana with the 
huge arrow through her chest.  When the great bear was dead, it changed back 
into her.  The next morning, they buried your Nana."

Artemis squirms in his chair and suddenly leans forward, staring into the 
fire.  His voice is low because he's having a hard time talking as all of the 
suppressed memories of his mother's death are recalled. "I was very angry at 
my father for keeping me locked away so that I wouldn't get hurt nor 
interfere with his plan to destroy the evil creature that used to be my 
mother.  Maybe if I could have been there with him, I could have saved…….."

Daphne rises quickly and rushes to stand beside her husband, burying his head 
against her breast to sooth his pain.  She strokes his head while whispering 
to him. "Maybe this isn't a good idea to tell him now."

He grabs her hand, squeezing it as he puts a strong arm around her slender 
waist.  Tears are openly streaming down his face as he turns to face his son. 
 "It hurts to remember that day.  I was very angry at being imprisoned. Then 
when they finally turned me loose, they told me that my mother was dead.  
Then they told me how my mother was transformed into the wild animal by the 
witch's evil magic and that they had to kill my mother to end the creatures' 
nightly deadly rampages. I didn't understand how it could have happened.  I 
only knew that my mother was dead and that my father and the priest had 
killed her.  It wasn't until later that mid-morning when I was standing 
beside her grave that I finally understood.  I looked up from the small grave 
to see the evil witch standing on the hill overlooking the gravesite and I 
could tell that she was laughing at my pain.  I ran to catch up with her to 
kill her with my bare hands but when I got to where she had been standing on 
the hill, she was gone.  Gone as if she had never been there.  I knew then 
that my father had told the truth.  For three long days, I searched the 
valley looking for that old witch, knowing that I was going to either kill 
her with my only weapon, a pitchfork or die trying. All around me, other 
people were mysteriously dying from attacks by strange animals during the 
middle of the night.  My father organized the village people into teams to 
protect each other. When I finally returned home, it was only because I was 
so totally exhausted that I couldn't go another step. That's when my father 
told me that Hercules was on the way to save us.  That someone had gone to 
get him."

Daphne returns to her chair and resumes unbraiding her hair as they both 
listen to Artemis' words. "I was eager to find and kill the witch.  My father 
kept reminding me that I was a farmer and that I didn't have the skills to 
fight her. He kept telling me that I must wait but I was hot-blooded and 
wanted nothing more than the right to avenge my mother's death. That's when 
my father said something that I would never forget.  He told me that I must 
honor her memory by protecting the living.  That I must rush to my 
betrothed's side and protect her until Hercules could rid us of the evil 
witch. Until that moment I had forgotten that my betrothed was also in 
danger, so great was my agony and pain over my mother's death. So I went to 
Morrigan's father's place, only to discover that her parents were dead and 
that she was missing.  For a week, I didn't sleep or eat or rest as I scoured 
the countryside looking for her.  It was as if a hole opened up and swallowed 
my beloved.  I returned home again only to discover that my father had been 
murdered just that same night that I came back. His body was still warm when 
I found him within his wrecked cabin. His body was slashed open by the claws 
of a large tiger.  I burned the cabin to the ground, letting its wood create 
a funeral pyre that I would never forget. I vowed to never rest until I 
avenged my parent's death."  

The father stares hard at his son, to see if his son understands his anger. 
Seeing a tear ooze down the young man's cheek, the father knows that his son 
understands and is man enough to hear the rest of the story. Leaning back in 
his chair, he uses the toe of his boot to nudge a piece of wood a little 
further into the fireplace, stirring a sparkly mass within the fireplace for 
a couple of seconds.  Holding his pipe tightly clinched between his teeth, he 
whispers, "That's when Hercules and Iolaus walked into town.  Two men who 
were real heroes."

Daphne giggles a little, as she picks up the story.  Her voice is very up 
tempo as if she's trying to make every smile on her pretty face wipe away the 
hurt look from their faces and to turn the story from a tragedy into a 
positive memory.  "This village had never seen anyone like those two men.  
Hercules was everything that his legend leads you to believe.  Big, strong, 
rugged, kind, handsome and fearless. And Iolaus…., well let me just say that 
he was just as rugged, handsome and fearless. The small blonde-haired man 
wasn't as tall or strong as the raven-haired Hercules but he was just as much 
a total man as his taller good friend.  Iolaus was a small man in stature but 
a giant in helping those who needed help. "

"Aye, just one look at Hercules and I knew that he was a man that I could 
trust to lead me into battle.  I told him about my parents and about how I 
couldn't find any trace of Morrigan.  There was a sense of strength and 
goodness that constantly radiated from him.  Even though he was unarmed, I 
knew from the look in his eyes that he wouldn't rest until our village was 
safe."

"What did you think of Iolaus?"

Artemis looks at his wife's grinning face as he thinks about her question but 
there isn't any hesitation in his answer.  "I could tell that Iolaus was 
someone that I also wanted to have standing beside me as my best friend.  
Where Hercules was half man, half god, Iolaus was the most perfect mortal 
that ever walked this earth."

She laughs as she jumps up to stir the stew cooking in the large pot. "No, 
silly, I want you to tell me if you thought that he was handsome."

Looking at his wife as if they are the only ones in the cabin, his mouth 
forms a big grin as if they are sharing a private joke.  "He was the most 
handsome man in the world."

She giggles as she sits back in her chair and resumes unbraiding her long 
golden hair.  "So tell Jason about how you followed Hercules."

"Hercules didn't want me to come along.  He told me that I was too involved 
and would probably make a stupid mistake at a crucial time. I followed him 
out of the village and wouldn't turn back.  Finally Hercules gave in and let 
me accompany him.  For a day, we followed various trails, with each trail 
leading us closer and closer to the rumored cave where the evil witch was 
supposed to be living.  That first night, we built a big fire and took turns 
standing watch.  That's when I saw Morrigan for the first time since her 
disappearance.  It was my time to stand guard while they slept and I looked 
up to see her standing just beyond the firelight.  I could see enough of her 
to know that it was her that I was seeing.  But when I called out her name, 
she turned and ran into the darkness away from me.  I ran after her but as I 
ran by where Iolaus was sleeping, he grabbed my leg and tripped me.  I fell 
on my face and by the time that I looked up, Morrigan had disappeared into 
the darkness again. I was angry at Iolaus for causing me to loose my beloved 
again."

The mother laughs as if her husband's description is funny instead of deadly 
serious. "Tell Jason what you said to Iolaus, only leave out the curse words."

"I promised him that if he ever touched me again, that he was a dead man. But 
a second after making the promise to thrash Iolaus, I was about to run into 
the darkness after Morrigan when Hercules' huge right hand grabbed my tunic.  
The big man said that it was a trap and that none of us were going to venture 
from the safety of the fire.  No matter what I said or tried to do, the super 
strong man wouldn't let me go until I finally rationalized that he was 
correct. I didn't know it then but he saved my life. The next morning, he 
showed me her footsteps that changed into a tiger's footprint.  Three feet 
from where I saw her fade into the darkness, she turned into a wild animal 
that was probably waiting for one of us to come after her.  I didn't know it 
but suspected that because I hadn't found her, that something had also 
happened to her.  Just as it happened to my mother, so had my beloved become 
one of the evil witch's disciples."

The smiles fade from both adult's faces and the mother leans back in her 
chair, shutting her eyes as if she was recalling old memories.  Artemis 
stares into the fire as he recalls that night.  "She was a monster by night 
and herself in daylight. She was totally controlled by the witch. When we 
finally found the cave, Hercules tried to get me to wait outside but I 
wouldn't do it.  So he asked Iolaus to look after me."

Pausing to look at his wife whose eyes are tightly shut, Artemis rises slowly 
to his feet.  Hearing the creak of his chair, Daphne opens her eyes and 
watches her husband reach toward the sword mounted above the fireplace.  He 
pulls the sword out of the scabbard and holds it reverently in his hands 
while whispering.  "This is the sword that Iolaus was carrying that day. It's 
a small sword but Iolaus was a small man. It was ideally suited for his size. 
 In his hands, it was a flickering blade that could cut a normal man to 
ribbons.  He pulled his sword out and told me to stay close to him.  I held 
my pitchfork tightly in my hands and told him to not come between Morrigan 
and me again.  Although I knew that Hercules was right about her possession 
by the evil witch, I still had to see it for myself."  

Jason rises slowly to his feet and holds out his hand while staring at the 
sword that he's always been forbidden to touch.  "Can I hold it?"

Passing the sword gently to his son, Artemis' next words are standard 
fatherly type caution advice.  "Be careful.  It's sharp.  Use both hands.  
Don't point it at your mother."

Seeing the worried look on Daphne's face as her small son struggles to hold 
the blade out from his body, Artemis takes the sword back and puts it back 
into the place of honor above the fireplace.  Sitting back down in his chair, 
he continues his story.  "In the cave, we found three or four wild animals 
waiting for us.  Oh, they weren't real wild animals but were transformed 
humans.  As Hercules used his bare hands and Iolaus used his sword to protect 
us from their fierce attacks, I saw the dying animals transform back into 
humans that I knew.  One minute it would be a wolf attacking us and as soon 
as it received a fatal blow from Hercules hand or Iolaus' sword, it instantly 
transformed back into a human.  Never had I seen such power as the witch 
possessed.  She could transform not only the person's body but also their 
soul so that they totally became the wild thing that they were transformed 
into.  It wasn't my friends that were attacking us but wild creatures who 
thought and acted like the dangerous animals whose shape they wore."

Daphne leans forward in her chair and stares in her son's eyes as if she 
wants to make sure that the lad clearly understands what he's being told.  
"Jason, your father is correct in his description.  The evil witch could cast 
a spell to turn someone completely into something else.  Something that was 
very physically and mentally different from their normal self. Whatever they 
were transformed into by her magic, they would totally become that creature. 
If they were converted into a…….. into a wolf for example, they would not 
only act like a wolf but would think like a savage wolf thinks.  Just as Nana 
was transformed into a great bear, so were other people changed into whatever 
the witch wanted them to be to suit her evil purposes. Depending upon the 
particular spell cast, some people were permanently transformed while others 
would switch back and forth from their normal body into their transformed 
body at sunset or within the darkness of a cave.  The permanently changed 
people were the luckiest because their minds would never think about the old 
memories again and the ……"

"Now mother, I'm sure that he understands."

Daphne blinks her long eyelashes and breaks eye contact with Jason as she 
gently bites her lip as if she has something else that she has to say. 
Leaning back in her chair, she takes a deep breath as if she hadn't been 
breathing while she was talking.  After a moment, her smile to Artemis is a 
signal for him to continue his story.  "Then we came to where Morrigan was 
waiting for us.  Although Hercules stepped forward to do battle with her, I 
stepped in front of him and claimed the right. I was determined that if 
anyone were going to have to kill my betrothed, that it would be me. As I 
stepped forward, I could see from the corner of my eye that the golden-haired 
Iolaus had moved to stand by my side.  I told him to back off but he laughed 
that Hercules had sworn him to protect me.  I turned to do battle with the 
pucky small man to prove my right to face Morrigan and Iolaus surprised me.  
He handed me his sword as he stepped back, giving me the right to encounter 
my transformed beloved.  I didn't take the sword at first and was startled 
when Iolaus said 'Take it.  Your wooden pitchfork won't protect you from real 
danger.  You need a sharp sword.' So I took the sword from him and gave him 
my pitchfork."

Holding his hand up in the air as if he's welding the sword, his eyes are 
glaring as he recalls every second of that battle.  His voice is full of 
anger and passion. "I turned to face Morrigan who was waiting back in the 
shadows for me to come closer to her. As I approached her, she came out of 
the shadows so that I could clearly see her.  Only it was a Morrigan that I 
had never seen before.  She was totally naked.  Her tall body was glistening 
with sweat as if she was straining every muscle of her body. Her eyes were 
gleaming with a wild animal's passion. Her naked body was caked with dirt as 
if she had been lying naked on a dusty floor. I'll never forget the way she 
looked standing there with her long legs spread wide in a battle stance, the 
dim torch light illuminating the curves of her body, her naked large breasts 
gleaming like two large watermelo…"

"Now Artemis, Jason is only ten years old." Daphne's rushed words remind her 
husband not to get too explicit with the details.

Frowning because of her motherly guidance, the father makes that simple 
motion of cupping two imaginary large breasts on his own chest that all men 
understand.  When the boy blushes because Jason clearly understands his 
father's not-so-secret joke about the apparent size of the transformed 
woman's breasts, Artemis boastfully continues his tale as if he's in the 
midst of a tavern talking to his male friends. "So I stepped forward and 
demanded that she surrender. She laughed at me only it wasn't a laugh.  It 
was more of a growl.  Then she took a step toward me and as she moved closer 
to me, she seemed to fall.  Only by the time her hands touched the ground, 
her hands had turned into massive paws.  And her whole body had transformed 
into a huge tiger. I was transfixed, unable to move or to use the sword to 
protect me.  With my own eyes, I was seeing the unbelievable power of the 
witch to transform someone into something totally different. A second later, 
she attacked me."

Artemis points at his left shoulder and the boastful sound is gone, replaced 
by a tone that adds pain to his soft words.  "You've seen the nasty scars on 
my back and asked me several times about them. Now it's time for me to tell 
you how I got those scars.  I was paralyzed and stood there holding the sword 
out as my transformed betrothed attacked me. With one swipe of her large 
claws, she knocked me to the ground, ripping that large wound on my shoulder. 
 As she bent over my prone body to crush my helpless skull in her large tiger 
mouth, Hercules leaped through the air and landed on her back. His speed and 
daring saved me from having my skull crushed by her sharp tiger teeth. They 
rolled away from me, giving me time to jump to my feet.  I was bleeding from 
my many cuts from where her claws raked me but I still had the sword in my 
right hand.  I ran toward where Hercules was on his back with his strong legs 
and arms wrapped around the deadly beast, trying to subdue the dangerous 
tiger with just his physical strength.  Before I realized what I was doing, I 
rammed the tip of the sword into the tiger's chest. As the sword punctured 
the tiger's chest, the tiger transformed back into Morrigan. In one second, 
it went from being a deadly tiger trying to kill both of us to being my 
beloved again. I could see in her wide-open eyes that she knew that she was 
dying and for a moment I started to pull the sword out of her left boob…I 
mean left breast.  But instead of calling out my name and begging for mercy 
from me, she growled at me as if she was still really a tiger within her 
mind. I couldn't let her live to kill others so I pushed the sword deeper 
into her chest and watched her face as she died in Hercules strong arms. I 
killed Morrigan because she had been transformed into something deadly, 
something totally different from her normal self."

Continued in Part 3

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