Gruntnash used a log to stir the
coals in the fire pit. His incantations
caused flames to leap from them. He
could see the answer to his questions taking form in the flames. What was happening to the other ogres of his
clan? Who was killing them off? Who in what tribe could so easily do
it? The flames came together and formed
the image of a diminutive elf bouncing her way into a cave at the base of his
mountain. It was the elves’ fault. He knew it.
It was –always- the elves’
fault. How could the others be so
stupid as to let themselves be defeated by an elf? Gruntnash walked to the mouth of his cave and took the form of a
vulture. He leapt into the air and
slowly circled his way to the cave he saw in the vision. He was going to find out how she could
defeat his warriors. Then she and the
rest of her tribe would pay.
Willow used her magic to cause
lights to sparkle around her once she entered the cave. It wasn’t that the darkness in the cave was
a hinderance to her. She just liked the
way that the gemstones reflected the lights off the cave walls in really pretty
colors. After retrieving her bag of
gemstones, she walked to the edge of what was called the genie’s tomb.
In the center of the cave, the floor
had a set of large steps that led into a pit with an ugly little statue that
sat on the floor at the bottom. The
statue was supposed to have a genie in it that would grant wishes. All anyone had to do was to take the statue
out of the pit. Willow crossed her
arms, cupping the peaks of her biceps with her hands. She thought, “Getting the statue out shouldn’t be too hard for me
now.” Willow dropped from each step to
the next, eventually getting to the bottom of the pit. She picked up the ugly brown statue. She said, “Now to get you out of here so I
can get some neat stuff for my friends.”
The statue changed colors to red, orange, and then yellow as Willow
climbed the bottom three steps. It now
weighed a thousand times as much as it did at the bottom. Willow thought, “I don’t remember hearing
about anyone getting it this far before.
I’ve only seen it brought up the bottom two steps. This is gonna be easy.” She had to climb up the next two steps
carefully because the statue ‘s weight was so much greater than her own. Willow placed her right foot up as high as
her left knee to step up to the sixth landing.
As she did so, the statue’s weight increased another tenfold. She looked at the deep indigo statue and
said, “I see. You’re not giving me any
trouble until I’m almost done.” Her
muscles swelled a little to accommodate the statue’s increased weight. As she stepped onto the sixth landing, she
said, “Maybe I should just keep you because it makes my muscles feel good to
hold up this much weight.” Willow did
several one arm curls of the statue and frowned. “You just need to be a bit heavier, though.” When Willow placed her left hand on the
seventh landing, the statue turned a bright violet. Her right arm was pulled out straight from the strain of holding
the statue up. “Woah!” Willow’s arm throbbed as she strained to
lift the statue. Her body shivered from
the effort. “Mmmm. That’s good.” She placed her hand with the statue onto the top landing and
climbed up onto it.
As Willow stepped off the landing
and onto the cave’s floor, the statues returned to normal. She sighed “Y’know. I really wish I had a couple of things that
I could hold that would get as heavy as I wanted them to. That way I could work my muscles so they’d
really feel good like they do now whenever I want.”
The statue vibrated in Willow’s hand
as a hollow voice said “And thus is the first wish granted.” In a flash of light, a pair of hand weights
appeared near one of the cave’s walls.
“Whoops. I’d better be careful with the other two.” She said.
Gruntnash flew into the cave’s
entrance and saw the elf holding the genie’s statue. He landed next to her and transformed back into his regular
self. “I will begin your torturing
after you give that to me. If your
suffering pleases me, I might let your village live.” He put his hands on his hips and laughed.
Willow replied “I… I wish you were
sent somewhere far, far away until you weren’t so mean any more.”
Gruntnash tried to grab the statue
away before the little elf could finish, but was unable to pull it from her
grip. “I wish you were sent close to where I will be until only one of us
remains. Then the other will come back
here right away.”
“Hey!” Willow shouted.
The genie’s voice filled the room,
saying ,“The second and final wishes shall be granted.” The room appeared to swirl about. It faded as other scenes came into view for
the two of them.
Gruntnash saw the cave fade from
around him. He found himself standing
on a paved street, surrounded by the tallest brick buildings he had ever seen. It was night, but powerful lanterns
illuminated the area. A strange painted
metal wagon went past him and stopped.
Several oddly dressed humans got out.
They took a moment to stare at him before running inside a
building. Gruntnash decided to follow
them. If he could find out who was the
leader of this area, he could set himself up in a good position, possibly court
magician. Then, after learning the ways
of this land, he could take over without much effort. When he stooped into the entryway, someone dressed similar to the
people who came out of the vehicle confronted him. “Out of my way, insolent one!” Gruntnash bellowed.
“Who and what the hell do you think
you are? No one comes busting in here
like that.” Was answered. The man then pulled out a short metal rod
and brandished it at Gruntnash.
Gruntnash uttered a protection spell
and challenged the guard to use his weapon. His laughter seemed to shake the
building when the gunshots bounced off the magical wards. He found it a simple matter to gain an
audience with the head of this thieves’ guild.
The man wasn’t too hard to convince of the usefulness of having an ogre
magician in the organization.
Willow found herself standing in a
rocky desert. Her eyes quickly adjusted
to the starlight, allowing her to see as well as in daytime. She could see mountains in the
distance. She thought, “From there I’ll
be able to see where the nearest town is.”
She jogged through the desert for a few hours, until she reached the
foot of the mountains, before stopping for a rest. Willow sat down cross-legged and picked up a rock about the size
of a grapefruit. She rubbed it between
her hands, smoothing it. When she stood up, Willow gripped the rock in one
hand, sinking her fingers into it.
Willow looked at a barrel-shaped cactus she had passed a little before
stopping. She wound up and threw the
rock, sending it whooshing through the air.
The cactus exploded from the impact, while the rock continued through it
to shatter against some larger stones with a loud ‘crack’. She set about climbing up the mountain’s
sharp slope. Willow found the easiest
way to proceed was plunge her fist into the rock to make handholds. She made it to where the mountainside became
a gentle enough slope to walk up after about an hour’s climb. When she reached a flat place near a stream
at the top of the mountain, Willow decided that it would be just as easy to
find out where she was in the morning.
Mark liked taking the road over the
mountains when he got a contract northeast of his home. He always made sure to stop in time to see
the big freight train go over the old 1870 bridge. Mark parked his truck and walked the 100 yards to where he could
get the best view of the valley.
Willow woke up to the sound of heavy
footsteps. She yawned and stretched,
then sat up and tightened her arms a couple of times. It felt good doing that.
Willow then got to her feet and walked over to the strangely dressed man.
Mark stopped to see a short blond
girl lying near a bush. She was wearing
some sort of bathing suit. The bottom
was made of two small pieces of fabric in front and back attached by ties at
the waist, while the top was an open vest.
One side of the vest was slid to the side, exposing her cantaloupe-sized
breast. She woke up and stretched
out. As she did so, her calf and thigh
muscles grew to several times their resting size, showing deep cuts within
them. Her abdominals thickened, and her
breasts seemed to grow. The girl’s
triceps enlarged, gaining deep v shapes.
She sat up and yawned. The girl
then pumped her biceps a few times, raising her peaks higher each time. The last time she did this, her peaks went
higher than her clenched fists.
Once she felt fully awake, Willow
walked over to Mark. She looked up into
his eyes and said “Good morning. I’m
Willow. Are you from anywhere near
here?”
Mark took a few seconds to realize
that the girl had spoken to him, as he was busy being mesmerized by her
cleavage. “No…I mean, yes. I stop here
whenever I can. I like to see the
trains pull themselves by.” He
nervously smiled and ran his hand through his hair.
“Trains?” Willow asked.
“Over there.” Mark pointed to the
bridge. In the meantime, a slight
drizzle began.
As the chain of diesel locomotives
came into view, Willow shouted “Oh, neat!
Lets get a closer look.” She
jogged over to the railroad tracks. The
bridge shook and groaned as the train moved across it. A series of loud cracking sounds came from
the bridge as the train passed the halfway point. Wood and steel support elements fell from the old structure. As the front locomotive passed the end of
the bridge, the supports in the center of the bridge gave way. The weight of the falling cars brought the
train to a stop and began to pull it backwards. Willow could see people
panicking inside the locomotive as it was pulled back by the falling cars. She thought “I can’t let those people fall
all the ways off the mountain in their ‘train’ thing.” She grabbed the coupling on the front of the
locomotive with one hand and lifted it up, raising its front wheels off the
ground. She dug her heels into the
ground, but was pulled forwards as the train continued to slide back. The cross ties snapped and Willows feet left
furrows in the gravel. The weakened
bridge crumbled away from beneath the train.
The coupling that Willow was holding bent away from the locomotive as it
went over the cliff side.
Mark was able to catch up by
then. He walked the last ten yards up
to Willow as she lifted the coupled locomotives and train cars up the cliff
side.
Willow was supporting the
locomotives along with several cars with one hand. She turned to Mark and said “Its not too heavy. I’ll get it up onto its trail so those
people in it can take it wherever they were going.” She wiped the rainwater off her face with her free hand.
“Y…you can lift all that…with one
hand?” Mark asked.
“Yeah. It looks like it’ll be really heavy. But its not too bad.
See.” She lifted the chain of locomotives and cars a couple of times. Each time she did so, the train’s wheels dug
themselves a little deeper into the cliff side.
“Is this for real?” Mark asked. As Willow bobbed her head up and down
signifying yes, he placed his hand up onto the top of her biceps. “Illusions aren’t hard and warm.” He said
quietly.
Willow chuckled and said, “I hope
I’m real. Watch out. I don’t want to bump you in the head with
this.”
Mark stepped to the side as Willow
lifted the locomotive up hand-over-hand.
Its front end came down to rest on the tracks as she continued on to
lift the next locomotive the same way.
She eventually got the locomotives and the few cars that had stayed
coupled up and onto the tracks.
“I…um…think we should be going
now.” Mark said, looking up to the
windows on the locomotive.
“How come?” Willow answered.