Legends of Belariath

Eden

Since she was a little girl she had taken a liking to magic and seemed to have a knack for it, whether it was freezing her father’s hot tea or his favorite throne within the castle. It was why her father knew even at that young age she was special and that he would have to find something to do with her.

While she was young he had her studying, allowing her to practice her magic with the mage that worked for the castle, allowing her to learn to read to write, and for quite a few years that kept her happy enough, allowing her to further that magical skill that she so loved to use.

So upon her 80th birthday he would make her his scout, allowing her to go out, to use that magic to keep track of his enemies, of threats to the kingdom. This made her quite happy and her first trip would be to sneak upon the camp of moriels that had been seen around the kingdom in recent days.

Dressed in black she would make her way out, moving through the darkness and sneaking through the forest to where the camp was, settling within the low branches of a nearby tree, just there to watch and to listen, to see what they were up to, and were they a threat to her father and his kingdom.

Struck, and then beautiful stars floating before her eyes, soon consumed in darkness. It seemed like forever before she was able to escape that darkness and with a soft groan to slip past full lips those silvery blue eyes would slide open. A frown would marr her features as she looked around, not knowing just where or who she was with, other then what she could make out is a female with dark flesh.

Moriels, alarm bells rang within her head, how had they found her, detected her, she had been so careful when she had found their camp. A soft sigh slips past her lips as she would look to the two women nearby, and she did not know if she was going to survive this encounter.

They kept her tied up for days on end, showing her that pain could either be harmful or bring her pleasure. To her horror after a month within their clutches she had started to enjoy that pain, that torture upon her body, that pain soon turning to pleasure, to something she would begin to crave, to beg from the moriel women who had kept her their captive.

They had kept her body on the brink of orgasm, time after time making her feel that pain, making her crave that painful pleasure till she was on the edge and then would deny her what she craved for most. It taught her many things, it gave her strength and it would teach her just where her strength and weaknesses would be.

Pain can be used for so much, it could bring her pleasure, or she could let it rule her life as she had in the past and she would not let that happen now. They kept her for a few more months just days before her two hundredth birthday she would be released, allowed to go back home to her father with what wisdom she had learned.

It was then that she knew she had to leave, and would approach her father the night of her birthday, after all the celebrations had been done. She told him there was no way she could stay, to live such a sheltered life any longer. He knew he could not keep her any longer, that she had things to learn, not only with that magical nature he had experienced when she was just a child, all of those pranks pulled against him. So he would let her go, encourage her to go out and to make a life of her own.

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