 
                                Crystoc
 
The Legend of the Zin-Ang Crystals
 
 
 
By Foz
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter 1
 
 
 
 
 
See....
 
 
 
Clouds billowing about with a strange shimmering crystals seemingly
inside them yet it makes up all of the clouds... a mysterious place...
breaking through the clouds there is a barren icy waste land
surrounding a seemingly unaffected tiny part of this world - so tiny it
seems impossible for it to exist... yet looking closer at this tiny
patch of existence, there is a village, and there is a fight going on
in this village square...
 
 
 
"How dare you call me a wimp!" bellowed Crys, while taking a swipe at
the Scryon Leader.
 
 
 
"Is this the best you can do whelp?" laughed Psydon catching his
opponents fist and proceeded to crush it with his hand. "You want to be
a Scryon with such a pitiful display of actions!"
 
 
 
Crys's mind clouded with pain... something that the Elder had said he
was REALLY starting to doubt... *"When there are no more possibilities,
your abilities will show themselves and you will know what to do..."*
so where is this power? He was being beaten to a pulp by the best
fighter in the world, with no way out except for dieing...
 
 
 
Psydon continued his relentless assault on the boy*. Fool! Why did he
challenge me, ME, to the death? He has no training as well as skills!
And why - just why did his grandfather, the Elder agree?* He glanced
over to the Elder who was grinning insanely at the bloody pulp which
was his grandson lying on the ground.
 
 
 
Pain was coursing through Crys's system, his senses fading, sight
clouding over, sound eventually dulling until it was all black...
 
 
 
----oOo----
 
 
 
Something within him stirred - some familiar voice calling him. He
shook his head, fuzziness left him. It was pitch black, he looked for
somewhere to go, but there was nothing to follow, where was that voice?
Then it called him again. Crys spun around trying to locate that voice
- it was strangely familiar... then it hit him - "Granddad?" he called
out?
 
 
 
"Over here my child"
 
 
 
He looked and concentrated on the location of the voice, when all of a
sudden he began to see... it was looking strange, a sort of un-mastered
and fuzzy vision...  He concentrated harder, and things started to
become more focused. 

 
 
"Granddad! What’s happening? Why can't I see very well?"
 
 
 
"Calm down little one," the old man chuckled, "you have simply started
to see for the first time how you are meant to see, it is the beginning
of your power!"
 
 
 
"What happened? I mean you told me that I would know what to do! What
really happened is that I've just died while fighting!"
 
 
 
"Now, now, you haven't died, you have now lost all other possibilities,
so your power is awakening"
 
 
 
"What power are you going on about? And if I do have it, how do I use
it?"
 
 
 
"Can you see me?"
 
 
 
"Yes."
 
 
 
"Did I tell how to use it?"
 
 
 
"No."
 
 
 
"Well then - it is pitched black in here, no light whatsoever, and yet
you can see me - does that not qualify as power?"
 
 
 
"Weeell yeeeaah…. But what a great deal of help that’s gonna be in this
fight."
 
"You have not yet learned how to use the rest of your powers, and you
will learn, and the first step is here. Come over to me little one."
 
Crys cautiously walked over to the old man.
 
 
 
"Good. You can see me then. Now look at your body."
 
 
 
He glanced down and saw all the bruises and wounds that he had gained
from the fight.
 
 
 
"Now concentrate on your body, think of what it should be like."
 
 
 
He thought very hard but nothing happened.
 
 
 
"Get right to the back of your mind and concentrate from there." the
old man commanded.
 
 
 
Though this was a strange request, Crys complied. He closed his eyes
and felt himself moving within his brain - till he couldn't go any
further backwards. Opening his eyes, he got a shock, his vision was
perfect - pinpoint sharp, in fact all his senses were the same, all
adding to a clearer picture.
 
 
 
"Concentrate!"
 
 
 
He thought about his body, on how it should be, well built and toned,
virtually indestructible as well should go down nicely. He could feel
energy flowing around him, and his concentration aimed it at his body -
then the unexpected happened - all around his body, glowing flames of
energy crackled around him. He could feel all the wounds healing in
record time. "What the....?"
 
 
 
The elder was thumping his stick on the ground with a mad grin on his
face - "That’s it boy! Now how far can you go?"
 
 
 
Crys’s body was changing, his muscles developing, his white skin toning
to a light bronze. He was in total shock! He looked at his granddad,
and before he could stop himself, he saw his granddad’s mind and
everything of knowledge was automatically copied from his granddads
mind to his. In an instant, he knew exactly how to fight and use his
powers - or so he thought.
 
 
 
"I know what you just did, and I am glad that you have done it. However
to completely master your skills, you will need to go on a journey....
and we will talk about that after you have shown that cocky git that
you can fight."
 
 
 
"But what happened? And how do I get back?"
 
 
 
"Well first, you simply retreated back to your mind, and unlocked your
power - something that only you could have done. Secondly, do you not
think of the obvious? Use the door - that’s what its there for! I will
speak to you after your fight." and with that, he vanished.
 
 
 
"Granddad?" Crys asked to thin air. He started to look around, he
finally noticed that a door was behind him among shelves upon shelves
of books. and documents stacked high up. Realising that he would have
to come back and visit again, he made a mental note to ask granddad on
how to do that as he strode to the door and wrenched it open revealing
a great bright light. With no hesitation he stepped through it.
 
 
 
----oOo----
 
 
 
"....done with you yet, you little worm!"
 
 
 
Crys's eyes fluttered open, was what just happened a dream? Or did he
really have a power? Only one way to find out - he withdrew himself to
the furthest reaches of his mind and something excited him - he could
feel the power flowing around him.. In an instant, power and energy
flowed around him, healing him and making his body far more powerful,
he could feel the power flowing through his whole body, as it extended
from his mind and coursed though his feet.
 
 
 
He sprang to his feet, which caught Psydon by surprise, and something
else that caught him by surprise, and that was the energy and power
that freely flowed around him…
 
 
 
Crys looked into the Scryon Master, and instantly learned all about
Scryons - which there was very little left to gain after what his
granddad’s mind had shown him. Still it showed him one very important
thing - the weaknesses – after all you cannot become a master without
learning the weaknesses of a subject and how to exploit them.
 
 
 
Psydon realised that the tables were turned as soon as he felt the boy
break though his mental barriers and get all the information he wanted
with absolutely no effort... He glanced over at the Elder who was now
not just grinning insanely, but had a face of triumph mixed in for good
measure.
 
 
 
Crys laughed heavily at his opponent, he could see the fear outlining
his face, so he thought *‘I'll go easy on you, and make you suffer
slowly’*
 
He swung a slow punch at the leader, but he realised mid swing that
some how time was moving slowly because all the sounds now seemed to be
low and stretched out. His fist connected with the man's jaw as Psydon
just stood there not moving - then time went back to normal speed.
CRAAACK! Psydon flew backwards, spinning like a corkscrew out of
control - with another CRACK, Psydon's body crumpled against a large
boulder. 

 
 
Crys just stared at his fist - where did that come from? He was
throwing a slow punch - not some sort of ultra-fast and ultra-powerful
punch! He shuddered to think what would of happened if he went at full
speed!
 
 
 
The Elder was examining Psydon’s body "The winner is CRYS!" the old man
cried out. The whole crowd took a sharp short breath in as the reality
sank in.
 
 
 
Crys could not believe his ears. "Granddad? But I..." was all he
managed to say until exhaustion hit him like a brick, and everything
went black once again.
 
 
 
----oOo----
 
 
 
Crys awoke suddenly. He realised that it had been the same dream he had
been dreaming, because it stuck out like a sore thumb, but his thoughts
on the dream were soon lost because pleasure took over. He could feel
his orgasm surge, a wet warm mouth hummed happily around his cock and
that caused his build up explode. His eyes snapped open at once as an
earth shuddering orgasm wreaked his body. "Ahhhhhh!!!" was all he
managed to grunt as his seed shot out of his body only to be eaten
heartily. He looked down fearing the worst - yep it was as he feared -
"LINDSAY!" he groaned, "look we can't do this! I'm your god damned
brother!"
 
 
 
Lindsay removed her mouth from his dick, quickly moving her hands to
carry on the loving caresses that were bringing him back to full
hardness.
 
 
 
"But you started it - your the one who came into my room and fucked
me!" she declared as she started to straddle him.
 
 
 
Crys sighed, it was true what she said but he couldn't believe that she
was gonna be a fucking nympho with a slave fetish to boot! It all
started because his sister, one damn hot babe, a very well-endowed
chest with no sag, a pert ass, and seemingly never ending legs, just
the sight of her was enough to make men mad with lust - including
himself. What made it worse was that he had to put up with her,
resisting her until his resolve snapped about two weeks ago...
 
 
 
----oOo----
 
 
 
Crys awoke from his nightmare - it was something to do with him getting
beaten into a bloody pulp. Crys did not understand what the dream
meant, but with sweat pouring down his face, Crys gingerly stood up as
he was still shaking. He padded down the hall to the bathroom. Rinsing
his face with cold water helped bring him back to the world of reality.
He was just drying his face when he heard a groan *'or should it
classify as a moan?'* he thought wryly to himself. Curiosity got the
better of him and he went to investigate. He silently walked towards
the noise when he realised that it was emitting from his sisters room,
and those noises were coming from his sister.
 
 
 
A picture of his sister formed in his mind - his mind 'helping' him by
mentally speed stripping her for him. With the image of her naked,
burned into his mind his prick sprung to attention almost immediately,
and he knew what he wanted.
 
 
 
Crys noticed that her door was ajar, which explained why he could hear
her so loudly. Considering his chances, he pushed the door gently
praying that it wouldn't creek - it didn't. Thanking his lucky stars he
carried on pushing the door open, his heart beating in his chest so
hard he could have sworn it was audible. The door was now open enough
for him to stick his head around. Building up his courage, he moved
quietly over to gap in the door. Crys froze half way as he heard his
sister scream "CRYS!" His heart stopped, the blood turned into ice, and
his stomach churned nastily. *‘Oh shit - I've been caught, what the
fuck am I gonna do now?’* 

 
 
He then heard his sister continue with her moaning, and his heart
restarted. Badly shaken and utterly confused but determined, he carried
on moving, although he was shaking. Finally reaching the door he drew a
deep breath, and peeked around the door.
 
 
 
He gasped. In front of him was the most beautiful girl in the world -
naked.  She was far more beautiful than his imagination allowed. Her
supple young body was writhing all over the bed, one hand pinching and
tweaking her nipples which were standing up straight and stiff, blood
pumping into them giving it a dark red look, her other hand was dancing
at lightening speed around her clit. Crys stood frozen at this wondrous
sight, his mind in turmoil.
 
 
 
Finally his body decided that it had enough of waiting for him to make
up his mind and decided to take action – the guilt trip can be dealt
with later – other bodily functions were now taking priority… Silently
he walked over to his sister’s side and looked down on her – she hadn’t
noticed him as her eyes were tight shut, in a world of her own. Then
making up his mind, leaned down and sucked one of the free nipples.
 
 
 
That was all it took and her body wreaked with spasms orgasms one after
another before her body just ceased, and she collapsed into
unconsciousness. Noting his fortunate luck, he removed his sister’s
hand from her mound, lapped at her juices that had poured out from her
last orgasm. Thinking on what else to do while she was still out cold,
a naughty idea passed though his mind - and he proceeded to carry it
out.
 
 
 
 
 
Lindsay was fantasising about him – her brother *again*. She didn’t
know what had gotten into her recently… very recently – just two weeks
ago was when all this started… Just the thought of him had her turned
on, and when she was near him her clit was on a near “vibrate” mode –
but that only kicked in when he touched her – even just catching him
slightly would set her off. She had given up wearing anything of any
sort that clung round her pussy, as she was getting constant wet
patches round there – and also wearing a mini skirt made it easy access
to relieve herself – but the relief was getting more and more intense –
so much so that she had to stop during the day unless she was sure that
when she passed out she would be ok. She was spending half the night
now relieving herself; for although the orgasms were more intense, they
were getting harder and harder to reach. She knew the solution as well…
but she wasn’t going there – if he objected or mum and dad found out
then it would be much, much worse…
 
 
 
She was having difficulty reaching her goal, her arms were getting
tired *Oh please, I just have to come… *‘CRYS’ she cried out with hope,
but knowing that he was asleep and would not go to her rescue. She was
just about to give up when a pair of lips just connected with her left
nipple and the reaction that her body gave could only mean it was one
person. She saw stars and bright lights and her mind left her body,
visiting an ethereal place of pleasure, before returning and giving up
on her body and everything went dark…
 
 
 
Lindsay awoke abruptly – her body was receiving pleasures that she
never though possible, as a huge rod kept ploughing into her
nether-regions, she was coming again and again… opening her eyes she
saw the one person who meant more to her than anyone else on the whole
planet. ‘Oh Crys…’ she breathed…
 
 
 
 
 
Crys lifted her legs and spread them wide, then placing his member at
her entrance, he steeled his resolve. Crys thrust as hard as he could.
As she was so wet he slipped a good way into her, but *‘By the Zin –
she is fucking tight!’* he thought. So tight that it was hard work to
get the rest into her. Doing this he heard her moans escape form her
lips and he smiled knowing that she would be waking up soon. Going into
full swing he plunged into her as hard as he could. Watching her
intently, he saw her eyes snap open looking directly at him – a smile
formed on her face and she said softly ‘Oh Crys…’ then she paused ‘I
love you little brother…’ and then flexed her pussy muscles around he
cock. The tightness of her cunt, and the rippling muscles caressing his
dick turned out to be just too much for Crys
 
 
 
“Here it comes Sis!” he yelled. The sudden jet of hot jism hitting the
top of her cunt was too much for her, and she came incredibly hard –
harder than before – writhing on the bed, her pussy muscles milking his
cock for all it was worth and then some more. Nearly collapsing on his
sister, he managed to just roll off before he did any harm to her and
fell into a dreamless asleep almost instantly.
 
 
 
----oOo----
 
 
 
…Crys looked up at his sister, who was bouncing happily on his member,
and sighed – she was everything that he wanted her to be – almost too
exactly – the body and looks that he loved the most, and the attitude
in sex was just right as well – it fitted him perfectly – except for
one thing – at the end of the day she was still his sister. But things
were nagging him – for one thing she was *too* perfect, also she had
said that her feelings for him started about a month ago – at the same
time when his nightmares started. And just what were those nightmares
all about? Nightmares shouldn’t be repeating with the exact same
content… then again, last nights nightmare wasn’t so much of a
nightmare, as he won the battle… still it was really odd to be getting
so much detail out of a dream/nightmare that it seemed real. 

 
 
What Crys really needed was advice and he knew it – and there was only
one person that he knew he could confide in with matters so odd and
still get good advice – his granddad, but he really needed to get to
him alone – but how? He would just have to go and visit him in the
neighbouring village and ask there, rather than waiting for him to
arrive here on one of his visits. But would his parents let him go? The
forests have been well known to be getting much more dangerous with all
the harmless animals mutating and combining into animals, that were not
only impossible to live – but were deadly as well, even to a skilled
warrior – which his granddad was of course, it was just he was getting
on in years, and not as agile as he used to be. Still he could take a
load out in one go and it’s an impressive sight to see him in action, a
something that you would not believe possible unless you had actually
seen with your own eyes. He would just have to talk to his parents
about it.
 
 
 
His body stirred into overdrive, an all familiar build up intensified.
Crys groaned – “Sis! Here it comes!” and he shot his seed into her
grappling cunt. “Ohhhhh I love the feeling of when you come in me…
mmmmmm…..” she declared before collapsing on top of him.
 
 
 
Ten minutes later, she woke up snuggling into her brothers arms.
 
 
 
“You know sis, were gonna have to be more careful – if either mum or
dad find out – then we’re in for the chop!”
 
 
 
“I know, but I just can’t resist you, plus you’ve said it yourself –
I’m the most perfect girl you’ve ever seen – so that means that you
can’t resist me either!” she said, giving her sexiest pout.
 
 
 
Crys laughed “That’s true, come on, I guess we had better get a move
on, otherwise mum’s gonna be coming up here finding out what we’ve been
up to.”
 
 
 
Lindsay leaned over and kissed him hard “You go first, I’ll have a bit
of a snooze before I’ll follow you – just tell mum that I’ve been awake
most of the night, and I’m finally getting some sleep – cos it is true.”
 
 
 
“What’s been the problem? Loud neighbours?”
 
 
 
“No – too damned horny, and relieving myself all night – it just got
too hard to carry on and I had to have you in me to relieve myself,
it’s getting to be the only thing I can do now.”
 
 
 
“Awwww…. Okay, have a good snooze – sleep well!”
 
 
 
And with that he leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, and
climbed out of bed. Grabbing his rudimentary armour, he tried to put on
the leather top, when he realised that it was just not fitting – it was
too tight. ‘*Odd’* as he looked at himself in mirror, ‘*my muscles are
bulging out and it’s straining the seams of this top. I wonder if I…’*
Crys flexed his muscles. The sound of ripping tore through his top
before it fell to pieces on the floor leaving him naked once again.
“What the…” came a voice from behind him.
 
 
 
“Sorry for waking you sis, but my top just tore apart.”
 
 
 
“I know – but that isn’t what shocked me – your muscles – they are just
so defined… its just making me horny again…”
 
 
 
“What! Just sleep, just go to SLEEP!”
 
 
 
Lindsay’s eyes shut instantly and she fell back onto the bed, fast
asleep.
 
 
 
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
 
 
 
Crys’s mind was swirling, *‘What the fuck just happened? What is
happening to me?’* he really did need to see his Granddad now – and
fast. Then he heard a voice call from downstairs “Crys? Are to okay?”
 
 
 
“Yeah I’m fine mum, just fine.” He called back. *Apart from losing my
head I am.*
 
 
 
“Ok, I want to talk to you now, could you come down now please?”
 
 
 
“Hold on, I’m just getting dressed!”
 
 
 
Crys opted for a jet black shirt that he was given for his birthday
from his Granddad that he thought he would never be able to wear as it
was several sizes too big – at least then it was. Now it was a perfect
fit. He then reached over to put on his leather trousers, but when they
gave him so much pain in his groin, he doubled over and that caused his
muscles to expand that bit too far and shredded his trousers. *‘Now
what am I gonna wear?’*  he groaned inwardly before hearing a knock on
his door.
 
 
 
“Yeah, who is it?”
 
 
 
His mum answered, “It’s me, I’ve got some new trousers for you –
they’re from your Granddad, he said he wants to see you kitted out
today, in the trousers and the shirt he gave you for your birthday.”
 
 
 
Crys opened the door slightly ajar, “Granddads here?!?”
 
 
 
“Well who else would have brought your new trousers so early in the
morning?”
 
 
 
Crys reached for the trousers. “Okay, thanks mum; I’ll be down in a
minute”
 
 
 
“Ok hon” and left him with his new trousers.
 
 
 
Crys closed his door, and unfolded the trousers, they were completely
jet black and by the feel of it was the same material as his shirt,
which come to think of it, was a material that he didn’t recognise – it
must of cost a fortune to make – still he’d be able to ask his
questions later. Putting on his trousers and realising that they too
were a perfect fit, he looked at himself in the mirror and had the
shock of his life – he scared himself by the look of his jet black
clothes, with his muscles rippling out. His black hair swept back and
an expression that was just hinting at people that he was extremely
powerful and *not* to be trifled with.
 
 
 
Taking one last look at himself in the mirror, shaking his head, he
headed out of his room and down the stairs where a deceivingly wizened
old man stood at the bottom.
 
 
 
“Ahhh Crys!” the old man cried out upon seeing him, “how is the new
suit?”
 
 
 
“It fits absolutely perfectly, but-“
 
 
 
“I thought it might after you ripped your leathers.”
 
 
 
“You heard?!?” 

 
 
“Of course, the noise of ripping leather is very loud.”
 
 
 
“But how did you know to bring the trousers?”
 
 
 
“Well, that is a long story, and we need to have a chat about things,
so let’s go and join your mother, and we can have our little chat.”
 
 
 
The old man put his arm around Crys’s shoulder and steered him into the
kitchen. After sitting themselves down, Crys’s granddad took a deep
breath, and began his story.
 
 
 
“It is said that the longest someone can reign is a thousand years. The
longest an empire can exist for, is a thousand years. The longest evil
can be imprisoned for is also a thousand years, for the spell is
weakened over the length of a millennia and evil is free to roam once
again, to which good must rise up and vanquish it to its prison once
again. This cycle is repeated, every millennia... 

However, on Ang, the evil Lord Tanas learned the error of his ways and
instead of charging out to destroy everything only to be driven back -
he waited... The hero to handle and vanquish the evil was born at the
time of the millennia... and died of old age...  evil seemed to be
vanquished forever until Lord Tanas stormed and decimated the world of
Zin. The current protector of good was vanquished, and good was driven
back and imprisoned – reversing the fates of the world. Evil reigned,
and a new spell was set up, *'only someone with evil in them can pass
through the barrier'*. This was designed by Lord Tanas himself - the
spell is renewed by the dark forces every year so they would never have
face goodness again, unless they decide to pass through and torment us
– which they do on a regular basis. Unfortunately, the good heroes
could never pass the barrier, and therefore evil could never be touched
again.
 
Time passed, evil has destroyed more and more, until the cry of Gaia
herself reached us, and the new protectors of good had decided that
drastic action had to be taken. Taking a new-born child, they blessed
him with the powers of the good hero, but cursed him with capability
and the powers evil - the first time the book of Nadio's curses had
ever been used.”
 
 
 
The old man paused, taking a sip of water that Crys’s mother had
provided, he continued, in a more hushed voice, “That child, was you.
The fate of the whole world – rests in your hands.”
 
 
 
Crys shook his head – this was ridiculous – of course the story of evil
was true – that’s why the forests weren’t safe, and the magical
barrier, why it was only 10 miles south of them. But him – a hero? Him?
Capable of good *and *evil? And if he was a hero with special powers
where are they? Then the memory of him commanding his sister to sleep
rose up in his mind… *nah – it can’t be – it was just a fluke… wasn’t
it?*
 
 
 
“Nah, granddad, I can’t be the hero – I’m just an ordinary guy.”
 
 
 
The old man chuckled at that, “Just an ordinary guy, eh? Let me tell
you something then, your sister is shaped to your imagination and is
dedicated to you alone – and if I’m not much mistaken, you’ve been
having a good time with her recently!”
 
 
 
Crys flushed deep red – out of embarrassment and anger.
 
 
 
“I thought as much. And another thing – do you *really* think that your
muscles defined for no reason? That’s happened because you did it to
yourself, in your dreams; I know you did because I was watching you.”
 
 
 
“WHAT!”
 
 
 
“Oh yes, I’ve been teaching you for the last month in your dreams –
finally last night you awakened your power, and now your time has come.
You must fulfil your destiny.”
 
 
 
“But… how?”
 
 
 
“That clothing you’re wearing, it is special armour, one that
impervious to most ordinary weapons, and attacks. It will protect you
the best it can while you are in the boundaries of Zin, but outside of
Zin, you are on your own, the material will be rendered useless against
the creatures and evil outside of Zin, as their weapons and attacks are
not normal. You will just have to do your best once you are outside.
 
But that isn’t for a while yet, as your first task I will have to
explain to you at my village, as you have to pick up your weapons and
learn your rudimentary skills.”
 
 
 
Crys’s mind was whirling – he’d got answers, but they only created more
questions which he couldn’t form into sense. Just then, his sister
walked into the kitchen, and the first question that formed into
coherence in his mind just leapt out. “What about my sister?”
 
 
 
Lindsay looked startled, “What about me?”
 
 
 
“Lindsay will come with us as she cannot be separated from you, but for
the first few quests, you’ll have to do without her as she will be
training to go out with you into Ang, while you complete your quests in
Zin.”
 
 
 
Crys’s mind gave up on him, he really did need to just sit down and put
his mind into order.
 
 
 
“Okay Crys, Your mind will probably be buzzing with questions – but
enough of that, let’s eat and then make our way to Chicohoto village.”
 
 
 
Lindsay wasn’t having any of it, people talking about her and not
including her in the conversation. “Just *what *is going on?”
 
 
 
The old man chuckled, “Well, seeing that Crys here had worn you out…”
both Crys and Lindsay blushed a deep crimson. “We just had to discuss
things without you being here, however, it will be as well for you and
Crys, if Crys tells it you himself what’s going on, that way I can
clear up any misunderstanding that he has.”
 
 
 
Lindsay, puzzled, turned to Crys, “Well? What’s going on?”
 
 
 
Crys took a deep breath, “Ok, it’s like this….”
 
 
 
----oOoOo----
 
 
 
