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She'd had to walk the better part of the day to get back to Medinah from the small village she'd emerged in. But she'd made it, and she was totally dry by the time she came through the sandstone walls! She wandered through the bustling midday streets clutching the white-gold scepter to her chest all the while. She never noticed the people looking at her chest this time. Or maybe they looked at the rod nestled between her ample breast. She didn't care to think on it.

She was looking for one person, the blacksmith who'd told her about the entrance to the tomb. As she ventured deeper into the bustling city, dodging dark skinned elves all the while and their smelly camels too, the ring of a hammer and anvil led her right to her destination.

When she came to the open shop beneath the living quarters on the stucco building, she smiled at the shirtless Abrinin pinging away on the curved scimitar he was working on. His muscles rippled beneath his glistening brown flesh and she took a moment to admire his physique. If I weren't a Warden journeyman... She put the thought from her head as he straightened and set the curved metal blade aside.

"You still aren't finished, Al-adin?" she asked in a playfully mocking voice. She smirked and quirked a brow expectantly.

When the smith turned around and looked at her, he gave a start. She wasn't sure if it was because of what she held or something else, but she didn't need to wait for long to find out. "You're back already? Where's the riding cloak I gave you?" he asked, his eyes glancing down to her chest for a moment.

"I snagged it in a spike pit that almost swallowed me up." She offered another little smile and held the scepter up in a tight fist. She wasn't sure if she was annoyed or excited that his eyes lingered on her low neckline for a moment longer before he looked to the talisman.

"You found it!" When he stepped forward and reached for the scepter, she pulled it back and hugged it to her chest again.

"Yes. I thought I'd never find it, but here it is..."

She smiled and gave an involuntary quiver as his rough, warm knuckles brushed against her soft, exposed flesh as he gently curled his fingers around what little bit of her scepter he could.

"I have to admit, when you said you were only a Journeyman, I had my doubts, but..." He withdrew his hand and gave her a toothy grin. He dropped his hammer onto the anvil with a musical clang and motioned to the stairs beyond a mostly-full shield rack. "This warrants celebration! I have a bottle of brandy up stairs that will so nicely!"

When he turned to move into his living quarters, she breathed a soft sigh. Drunkenness was not something Wardens did well with. Then again, neither were the thoughts running through her head as she stared at the glistening chocolate flesh ascending the stairs. Rack it. I'm not a warden yet! She smiled inwardly and moved to follow the big man into his home.

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She writhed against the bed sheets and arched her back. She clutched the sheets against her palms on either side of her head and moaned loudly. Every movement, every rock against her sent waves of pleasure crashing over her form like she had never imagined. Her body convulsed and fire erupted deep in her belly every few minutes.

Al-adin slammed his hips into her and was still. His weight settled heavily upon her own and she gasped. His warmth covered all of her form, filled every crevice of her being. There was no place she would rather be at that moment!

"Are you done already? I thought Abrinin were supposed to have the stamina of a camel?" She wrapped her arms around his broad torso and her fingers touched cold metal. She gave a start and jerked her fingers away. What was that? When she reached to the metal at the center of his back again, her eyes widened and she gave a startled cry!

She rolled him off of her and leapt up from the bed. She stared for a moment at the knife protruding from the blacksmith's back then turned and snatched the alsilrite scepter from the bedside table just as a darkly clothed figure climbed through the bedroom window.

She gasped and turned to the side. She clutched the scepter in both hands and immediately felt it grow warm against her sweaty palms. It glowed brightly for a moment, blinding both she and her attacker. When the light faded, she held not an elegant scepter, but a long white-gold spear tipped with a ruby-like spearhead in the shape of a tongue of flame. She gawked for a moment, but the dark figure rushed at her with another dagger drawn.

She gasped and pointed the spear at him.

He danced to the side and she swung the metal weapon hard into his ribs. He stumbled into the wall but rebounded back in her direction. She turned and leapt over the corner of the bed. Turning to face her assailant again, she jabbed the spear at him and he swatted it aside, pressing forward again.

There was no room to maneuver away from him! She had only one escape! She turned and sprinted for the window. Leaping through, she spread her wings wide and started to flap her ebon wings with all her might. She rocketed into the air and a knife whistled past her. She gasped and stared back. The man was following her, albeit far more slowly as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop.

When she looked forward again, she yelped and veered to the right to avoid smashing into the tall building directly in front of her. She ignored her pursuer, weaving around the tall buildings and towers as quickly as she could.

She circled around the large temple-like palace, much to the guards' dismay, and started descending toward the opposite side of the city. With one more powerful flap of her wings, she soared over the tall sandstone wall and descended toward several small outlying buildings.

When her feet finally touched cool sand, she darted toward the wall of the nearest building and peered back at the city wall. No one was following her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned around and gasped.

Dozens of eyes stared at her nakedness and several small bells tonked in the dim night. A pen full of goats watched her curiously and beyond that, several tethered camels considered her in bewilderment.

Another damn shepherd village? She had to stop ending her adventures in these things! She looked back toward the wall again and sighed. Unlike her previous, she felt true remorse at the loss of her companion. She had considered the blacksmith a friend. He'd told her about the tomb, outfitted her with everything she needed, thirteen hells she'd given her virginity to the man and now he was dead. And the men who killed him?

She looked to the spear she held in her hand and sighed. I've got to get back to the Doujin before someone gets the jump on me and takes this. She wrapped her wings carefully around herself beneath her arms and snuck back toward the city gate. I'll need to get my clothes and everything out of Al-adin's bedroom. And not get a knife of her own between her shoulder blades on the way.

She stopped when she reached the wall and kicked herself. Why would I go back toward the gate? She spread her wings again and vaulted up and over the wall to land down in the darkened streets within. Folding her wings tightly against her back, she started jogging through the sandy street. Her eyes darted this way and that, scrutinizing every shadow warily.

Intersections were the worst. She would pause at a corner and look down both directions of both streets before she darted across and back into the shadows the buildings drew. She was sure every time she sprinted into the open that it would be her last.

Before she knew it she crouched across the street from Al-adin's shop and her attacker was nowhere to be seen. She looked down both directions of the street several times, gathering the nerve to rush through the door in the back of the open workshop and up the stairs into his living quarters. But she knew running would draw to much attention and the last thing she wanted was for the dark assassin to see or hear her.

She slowly stood from where she crouched behind a water barrel and rolled her shoulders. As she carefully folded her wings against her back and steeled herself to calmly walk across the dusty road, cold steel touched the bare skin of her throat and an arm reached around her midsection.

"You came all the way back here after escaping with your trinket?" a raspy male voice whispered in her ear. "A sorry mistake, little girl." She felt the one behind her tug at the spear she held in her hand, but she didn't let go. "I'll just take this now. Thirteen hells... maybe I'll take a little more than that before I send you scurrying back to the Doujin."

The gloved hand that had held her still slid up her taut tummy to roughly fondle her bare breast. She scowled and turned her head to look out of the corner of her eye at the eyes peeking through the dark wrappings at her. She put on the most fear filled look she could muster. Her eyes pouted and her lips curled downward.

"Please don't hurt me... I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me!" She forced a whimper past her lips. "I'll let you do anything you want with me, but please!"

The dark assassin chuckled smugly and pulled her back. He turned her about and forced her back against the wall. He again tugged at her spear but she didn't let go. As he forced himself between her legs and lifted one to the side, she forced another strangled whimper.

"Give me the spear... and I promise I'll even try to make you enjoy this!" He forced her leg to wrap around his waist and she got the idea.

Keeping her leg wrapped around him, she shook her head and gave a choking sob. "Alright! I'll let go! Just be gentle!"

She shrank back a little as he rose to his full height, standing a good head taller than her. She spread her wings to either side against the wall and wrapped them around the both of them slightly, as if she were trying to disappear into the raven feathers.

"Be gentle?" the assassin mocked. "The blacksmith gave you a fair rutting, I could hear you both a block away!" The hand that had moved her leg up over his hip reached down between them to muss with his trousers and push them down.

"Think anyone'll hear you scream?" she asked in that same fearful tone.

"What?" He asked and his brow furrowed beneath his dark wrappings.

The fear sloughed off her face and she winked slyly. The assassin realized to late that she was not as helpless as he thought. She slapped her wings downward and launched them up. The assassin's head slammed into the building's porch roof and gave a loud crack! As they fell down, Alcmene landed gracefully on her feet and the assassin crumpled heavily to the ground.

Shuddering at the situation, Alcmene turned and dashed across the street. She slammed into the workshop's door and dislodged it from the hinges. Both she and the door tumbled onto the stares and she scrambled on all fours to climb to the top of the steps as quickly as she could.

As she rushed back into the blacksmith's bedchamber, she paused and stared mournfully at Al-adin. Such a kind soul. She suddenly wished she had simply been on her way and not indulged her adolescent desires.

She put the thought from her head and gathered the loose red clothes she'd discarded earlier that evening and slipped them onto her dirty form. Where had he put the pack of clothes and supplies she'd brought from the west? She rummaged around his drawers until she spotted the sack beneath the very window she'd escaped from earlier that evening.

She foolishly gathered up the moon bathed sack and slung it over her shoulder before she turned and made her way back down the stairs.

When she came into the blacksmith's shop, she glanced in all directions to see if the ruckus she and the assassin had caused drew any attention, but her only company this late at night was the carcass crumpled across the street.

She was about to step out into the road when the spear in her hand shone brightly for a moment, blinding her once again. When the light faded and she had blinked the spots from her eyes, the spear was once again a small alsilrite scepter. She stared at it for a moment then tucked it into her belt.

She had been told not to be caught out in the desert at night, but she was sure whatever horrors awaited on the dunes were far less dangerous than the shadows around every corner of Medinah.

As she adjusted the sack on her back and settled it between her wings, she took one last deep breath and took to the sky. She flapped her wings as hard as she could to get up out of the street but once she was airborne, all it took were several gentle strokes to keep her aloft. She'd fly all night if she had to in order to put some distance between her and Medinah and take her chances sleeping during the day.

Still, as she flew west in the light of the full moons, she began to wonder one thing.Who was that and what did he want with the talisman? She pondered the attacker's motives all night. She never noticed the white-scaled beast flying behind her, watching with unblinking eyes as it followed.