Enchantress







                                                                                    Chapter 1:  The Revival








~Thank you, Joey, Aaron, Danielle, Kanvus, Dir. LP (whoever you may be), Nick, Tim, and Diana, and everyone else whom held concern for my desire to quit.  You were there when I needed help, and if it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t have written this, or finished any other story I’ve ever began.   I cannot thank you enough for saving me.~

~Warning:  story may or may not contain sexual situations, suggestions, etc.  In other words, this story is NOT rated G and if you can’t take the word "sex" seriously, then this may not be your best fanfic.  This ISN’T a lemon and this isn’t an Ash and Misty Romance Novel, but… is an Ash and Misty romance novel...   Oh, and, I’m not trying to perfect anything in religions here, but if you’re an actual shaman and follow the rules of shamanism, then ignore this story, I guess.  @_@ ~
 ~I meant to get this story out by July 1st (as promised).~

~Oh yeah, I don’t own anything.  Hah, thought you was gonna get me...  you little booger.~







   It was the last place on Earth that he wanted to be- in this distinct cave, secretly on the verge of crumbling into the bits and pieces of the ancient stone.  It was his last mission, thank God.  Once this was over, and he retrieved the Blue Ruby safely, Giovanni would give him the vacation he had longed for since so long.   The light flowing in from the tight opening behind him was dim.  Clouds gathered before the sun, angry with tormenting storms.  The many palms shuttered as rain pattered its leaves. Soon, wind thrashed and crashed them together.  

"Strange weather here..."  He muttered while feeling the ends of his shorts, as well as his legs, dampen with the coming storm’s rains as he made his way into the cave.

The torch he was carrying sparkled with fire and it crackled, setting off many various shadows all over the cave walls- cave walls that displayed strange writings of some sorts- tiny archaic pictures and all.  They looked a bit faded, but the one beside them looked fresh.  

Ash stood confused for a second, but quickly and without questioning himself, took out his camera and snapped a few pictures of the tiny writings.  He kicked a few large rocks out of his way fearlessly as he approached the wall to examine the drawings, when a large lightning bolt crackled, hitting a giant palm tree, causing it to fall and crash at the entrance of the cave.   Ash gasped and jumped.  He worriedly glanced to his exit.  There was a tiny bit of a way out... just enough to crawl through with a little effort.  

He sighed wearily.

"Well, just my luck..."

Carefully, he dusted the etched wall with a tiny brush while peering closely and reading and the dust flew across his face.

"Tol'ko Skazhe. Dal'she nas..."  He began to recite the imprints and the well known language he spent so long to learn reeled inside his head and he understood it almost instantly, "- it looks like some kind of spell!"

He whipped off his backpack and pulled out a notebook and a pen.  He wrote as he recited the engravings.

"Tol'ko Skazhe. Dal'she nas dvoye .  Tol'ko ogni .  Aerodroma.  My ubezhim .  Nas ne Dogonyat.  Dal'she ot nikh, Dal'she ot doma.  Noch' provodnik; Spryach' nashi teni.  Za oblaka!  Za oblakami!  Nas ne naydut, Nas ne izmenyat.   Im ne dostat...  Zvezdy rukami.  Nyebo uronit.   Noch' na ladoni, Nas ne dogonyat."    



   Somewhere in the back of the cave’s corridors, lay a now disturbed presence.  Her eyes opened slowly, revealing the crystalloid, cyan irises, deeply filled with hundreds of envied, dark secrets.  Feeble hands bound to rusted chains were shaken into awakening.   A concealed and once silent heart fluttered into life.  With a feral growl, she sat up, eyes fiercely glowing in the pitch-darkness.  The creature breathed in the first breath of the century and sighed.  It quietly shuffled impatiently in its age-old rags that gathered at its feet.  



"Noch' upadet, Noch' upadet, Noch' upadet."  He finished.

Ash was about to insert the pen into the spiraled wire that encircled the notebook when a wild and inhuman growl terrorized the silence.  It was a little far away, but close enough to be scared stiff.

So he froze.

"Must be some sort of bear."  He rationalized mentally, but gripped the pistol hooked to his belt.

The silence continued to beat on...  The only sound was from outside of the cave where birds, frightened by the sudden ferocious outburst, flustered away into the sky.

He stood completely still, leaning against the cave wall for support and staring into the deep corner of darkness- that he had no idea where it would lead- where he had thought the scream had come from.  His heart beat with fear and the awaiting silence only improved his fear.

   The creature stood, now unleashed from her binds.  She grinned wickedly, a malicious fang protruding through the seal of her lips.  The darkness immediately focused, and she saw.  There was little light reaching her.  How strange...   Cautiously, she walked forward, her shaman instincts telling her to approach the source of light with alertness.  She walked slowly, the back of her legs grinding against the bare, damp and cold stone wall, and her hands sliding along the face of the cave wall.   She quickly peered around the corner of the cave barrier and, seeing that her passageway was clear enough, ran down the cavern’s hall.  Sliding her fingers along the wall for mild guidance, she reached the exit and gazed into the semi-lit room where some strange young man stood stiffly against the wall, staring down a corner to her far right.   Khaki pants, dark green shirt, and spiky black hair was all that she could make of his appearance.  She closed her eyes and stepped away from the room a few feet.

Silently, she advanced her steps toward this stranger, making sure that her tender feet melded in completely with every grain of dirt and every tiny rock that rested on the ground beneath her.  With a relieved sigh, and while mentally telling himself that this cave must be affecting his emotions, he turned around to explore the rest of the grotto, when he came face-to-face with this stranger.  

"My name... is Mistiqueaty-Li."  She said slowly in a deep tone.

Ash gaped at the amazingly beautiful young woman standing a few feet from him.  Her dark gown gathered at the ground like a fantasized cloud from the depths of Earth.  Short, red hair- whisked into half crescents against her cheeks and neck, springing up right behind her ears- and her skin was pale, like a washed almond.   Her eyes were dark, curious, and mysterious.  She was frowning.  If he hadn’t looked twice, he would have mistaken her for a goddess.  There was a sort of aura that surrounded her that seemed to give off a calm, tranquil feeling, but at the same time, an itchy, impatient feeling.   Anger, sadness, and happiness seemed to come to a halt- rolled into one- melded together into a total peace.  Mistiqueaty-Li sensed the muscles in his neck tense.  

"You need not fear me.  I am  the guardian of this cavern and you, I suspect, are no human warrior, monster, angel or someone seeking revenge on my descendants, so you are safe in my presence.  What’s your name?"

Ash, his hand still glued to the pistol hooked to the leather belt of his, could have easily and skillfully whipped it out and shot her, but was so entranced that he couldn’t even blink.

"My name?"  Instead of using one brain cell, he used two, "Why?"

"Um."  She stuttered, "W-well, if you don’t want you, you don’t have to."

She faintly blushed.  Did she just stutter?  An enchantress isn’t supposed to... st-stutter!

"I’m Ash."  He said.  "Your name is Mist—Uh..."

"Mistiqueaty-Li."  She pronounced with some confusion.

"Mist--- Y’know, why don’t I just call you Misty?"

Her eyes narrowed and she cleared her throat.  She tilted her head downwards and closed her eyes.  With a gentle motion, she lifted her hands to the ceiling of the cavern and clapped.  All light within the room was shattered into an envious darkness.   The rocky walls were bleached black, and a huge turquoise ball of tumbling, twinkling majick rose from the ground.  It highlighted Misty’s face- her eyes were closed and her mouth was moving in a concentrated silence.  There were quiet sounds of majick slicing through the air and the bluish-green ball of majick twisted, whistling as it rocked back and forth, to and fro, and twisted in all sorts of directions.   Ash sat back against the wall in awe.  What did he know about this?  How could he have expected this?  Was she going to kill him?  Was she a witch of some sort?  ...Are the legends really true...?  Misty’s hands rose and the thin strips of non-materialistic turquoise followed her movement.   She grabbed the beach-ball-sized majick and slowly walked over to Ash.  She seemed so calm and peaceful... yet she had such an evil gleam in her eyes that confused him.  His heart stopped.  She smiled strangely and kneeled in front of him where she pushed the majick into his chest.   Ash gritted his teeth at the strong pain as he thought it was the end-




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   His eyes opened slowly to reveal Misty sitting beside him, now in a glistening white dress.  They were inside the cave, but facing outside- to the stormy weather.  A tree rolled around on the ground outside in the tough winds.

‘I wonder if my car made it across Japan by now...’  He thought.

"Hey."  He grumbled, sitting up against the wall.   Wow, where did this wall come from?  "Where are we?"  He asked, rubbing his head.

"We are in one of the many grotto pockets on the outside of the cave.  It is the best place to recover."

"Recover?  Recover from what?"  

"The majick spell I cast upon you, it... kind of poisoned your system."

"Majick spell?!"  He asked, sitting erect.  "What majick spell?!"

"Ssh..."  She placed a hand on his chest, "Don’t get so worked up, you might damage the healing process."

"Why did you poison me?"  He asked worriedly.

"It was... the only way..."  She didn’t quite know how to explain her natural reproducing ceremonies.

She sighed.

"Do you believe in fate?"  She asked, "Would you believe that God sent you here for me?"

"Um..."  He didn’t really know exactly how to reply, so he was honest, "I don’t know."

"Once awaken, which is about once a century, each shaman must bear child, one way or another."  She said, moving one arm to his other side so that she was leaning above him.

It was apparent that he was confused and stressed.

"Well, what does that mean?"

Misty slowly hunched above him and tenderly kissed his lips.

"It means that I must seduce you."  She said, leaning forth for another kiss.

Ash sat up, softly pushing her aside.

"Whoa... wait a second..."  He said, a little wide-eyed, "Wait...  What do you mean when you say that you have to seduce me?"

Misty nearly spit at his mental density.

"It means that I have to have sexual intercourse with you to produce one of my own, you idiot."  She gripped coldly.

Ash blushed.  Even at the mature age of twenty-four the words sexual intercourse still sounded embarrassing.

"Why did you poison me?"  He asked, trying to change the subject.

Misty sighed.  Why was the last man much easier than this one?

"The poison was supposed to make you more fertile than you already are, or in this way, used to be, so that my chances in pregnancy are heightened."  She explained.

"What if you do... seduce me... what would you do with the child?"

Misty sighed.

"If I get pregnant, the child is immediately sent to an expecting mother, whose child will be blessed with my spirit."

"That’s cruel."  Ash frowned, "The mothers would be expecting part of themselves and not some shaman."

"Who are you calling ‘some shaman’?!"  She stood up, offended.

Her eyes were glowing, which, of course, scared Ash into retreating his comment.

"Besides, the mothers get what they want,"  She batted a hand in the air,  "A child-part themselves and part father- yet also part me and... well, I guess, like, 2% of yourself."

Okay...  So that was kind of mean...

"Why can’t you just give birth?"  He asked.

Misty’s face saddened.  She turned around to face the weather outside.

"It’s none of your business."