Princess Amber
Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 6:29 am
Prologue
In a secret cave, deep in a desert wilderness, known only to a handful of people, a ceremony was taking place, an ancient, mysterious, arcane ceremony from the very farthest reaches of time; none of those attending had ever witnessed it before; none of them ever believed to see it performed in their lifetimes. Flames suddenly illuminated the caves interior, and an old woman, wizened and aged beyond the span of any mortal, wearing a flowing, purple robe stepped from behind them and, in a clear, resonant voice, resounding with power, pronounced; “I ask you once more, Princess Ambere, is it truly your desire to forsake your birthright and the gifts bestowed upon you by your forbears?” Despite her frail, feeble appearance, the old woman radiated power, and, as the flames behind her grew, she too seemed to grow in size and vigor, filling the space before her in shimmering, purple light. From the shadows a woman appeared wearing a purple robe similar to the old woman’s and a wistful sigh like the final passing of a gentle wind lost somewhere in time and space echoed around the cave as she threw back the cowl of her robe. With a shrug of her shoulders she dropped the robe onto the ground, revealing herself, a young, beautiful woman, tall, regal and confident, wearing a tight, orange and black outfit, cut high on her hips, which barely contained her stunning, powerful yet womanly body, and a purple cape. “I, Princess Ambere truly desire this of my own volition and free will!” With full, high breasts, a slim, taut waist, slender hips and long, graceful legs sheathed in white, thigh length boots, the young woman stood tall and proud in the older woman’s brilliant luminosity and from behind her another sigh wafted like a breeze from a group of women who fell to their knees! “Then step into the flames, Princess, and embrace mortality!” Shaking her mane of long, lustrous, golden hair the young woman stepped towards the flames which suddenly erupted like a furnace, blinding in their intensity, and a rush of air filled the cave! Striding boldly, her head held high and her golden hair streaming out behind her, Princess Ambere walked into the fiery hell!
Several years later:
New San Francisco was, as usual on a Saturday night, bustling with people, the streets and thoroughfares crowded with revelers, but, away from the masses in a small, exclusive restaurant in the heart of China Town two women sat chatting quietly in a booth, undisturbed and seemingly ignorant of the noisy street outside. Just before 9.00 pm a waiter appeared and they followed him to a table by a window. The waiter refilled their glasses and left a menu. “Well, you’re only 40 once! Sorry, 39!” the pretty, slim redhead laughed as she raised her glass to her friend across the table. “Thanks for reminding me, Emma! But how many times have you been 39?” the brunette laughed and raised her own glass, clinking it against her friends. “Touché, Cali!” the redhead laughed.
Finishing their meal shortly after 10pm, the two women left the restaurant, and, it being a warm, pleasant evening, they strolled casually down the sidewalk; neither was in any hurry and both were enjoying the sights and heady aromas. Suddenly the two women were bundled into a small alley and pushed against a wall! “Keep quiet and you won’t get hurt!” they were told by a big, burly blond who waved a vicious looking knife at them! Three other women appeared, each of them, like the blond, aged between 18 and 25. “Just give us your money and jewelry, and be quick!” the blond demanded. One of the women snatched Emma’s bag from her hand and, after rummaging through it and pocketing some bills, emptied the rest of its contents onto the ground. Emma reached out her hand to catch a photograph as it floated downwards and the blond hit her in the head, knocking her to the ground! Cali watched in horror as her friend was kicked by the blond and one of her accomplices, and, from somewhere deep within her, something stirred, a sense of outrage and disgust, and a desire to put a stop to this callous behavior! As the blond was about to launch another kick at the helpless Emma, Cali suddenly pushed herself off the wall and, ducking a wild swing from one of the other women, hit the blond, flattening her! Before the others could act Cali had thrown one of them into the street, startling the passer’s by, and sent another hurtling down the alley! The four women quickly regrouped and tried to cut off their suddenly aggressive victims escape, but Cali knew, instinctively, that she had to make room for herself. Stepping out of the alley into the wider street she beckoned the gang towards her, enraging them with a strangely confident smile! “You fucking bitch!” the blond spat, “you’re dead meat!” The four women rushed at Cali but she swatted them away, acrobatically avoiding their wild lunges by leaping over them! A crowd had gathered, not sure if this was a real fight or some sort of street theatre! One of the gang jumped on Cali’s back but, with a shrug of her shoulders, Cali flipped the howling woman off, throwing her heavily to the ground! Like a pack of hyenas the women surrounded Cali, staying just out of reach, looking for an opening, waiting for their victim to tire. Sensing that this was not play acting, most of the onlookers quickly hurried away, leaving Cali to face her attackers alone, but, across the street, a couple of fascinated people still watched as the gang slowly closed in on their prey; then, at a signal from the blond, they all rushed at once, overwhelming Cali and dragging her to the ground! Somehow Cali managed to get to her knees and smashed one of the women’s head against the ground, but the blond kicked her in the head, knocking her onto her back and the others pounced again, pinning the struggling brunette down! “You stupid cunt!” the blond spat and stamped down hard on Cali’s hand! Cali’s scream of pain gave the gang more confidence and they each began pounding her with fists and feet! Sickened but unwilling to get involved, the remaining bystanders shuffled away but one old woman, leaning heavily on a cane, pleaded with somebody to help and a man called the police on his mobile before hurrying off down the street. Still Cali tried to fight but gradually her struggles subsided and she was soon exhausted, prostrate on the ground with the gang kicking and stomping on her. A siren wailed and the blond turned to see a police cruiser racing towards them and, with a final savage kick to Cali’s breast, turned and ran, her gang following on her heels! Another crowd had gathered and the old woman watched as Cali and Emma were stretchered into an ambulance and then, after a short discussion with a cop, she disappeared.
The young doctor looked up as the hospital wards swing doors were violently pushed aside and a man rushed in, gasping for breath, his eyes bulging; “My wife, where is she?” he asked frantically, staring wildly at the doctor. A nurse stepped towards him but the doctor shook his head. “Mr. Woods?” he asked and the man nodded his head, “Yes, my wife’s Cali, Cali Ann Woods; is she…” The doctor smiled and told the man that his wife was sleeping. “She’s been badly beaten but her wounds, well..” What do you mean, badly beaten?” the man said, “beaten up?” The doctor frowned and said, “Yes, apparently your wife and another woman” he glanced at his clip board, “a Miss Washington, were attacked by four women; but the police will tell you more about that. Your wife is concussed; you can see her but keep it short and don’t disturb her.” The man followed the doctor to a small, private room where Cali lay sleeping, her head and face swathed in bandages. “Oh my god!” the man wept, “will she be alright?” A few minutes later a knock came at the door and the doctor opened it. “I’m Detective Vincenti” a tall man declared and showed the doctor his gold shield. The doctor spoke softly to Woods and all three went outside. Doctor Wilson carried on with his rounds and Detective Vincenti bought himself and Woods coffee from a machine. “Your wife is something of a hero!” the detective said as Woods sipped his coffee. “The gang we think attacked her and her friend are particularly vicious; Miss Washington probably owes her life to your wife’s bravery!” Woods looked at the detective, perplexed; “Bravery?” he said and Vincenti explained how Cali had fought the four women off until they finally overwhelmed her. “My wife, fighting? Cali’s a fashion designer, not some sort of street vigilante!” Woods exclaimed disbelievingly. Vincenti took out a battered note book and replied, “Well, according to our witness, that’s what she did!”
Cali could see the flames licking at her body and feel the intense heat, but she felt no pain! Then, with a scream, she saw her flesh burn, turning black before dropping in crisped folds from her body! And somebody laughed, a hideous, demented sound that reverberated about her ears! Suddenly her eyes opened and she awoke, scared and confused, her body soaked in sweat! Slowly, Cali’s breathing returned to normal and her heart stopped hammering beneath her heaving breasts! Cali shuddered, the sweat on her skin now turned cold, the cold of fear! The flames engulfing her body had only been in her mind, but they, and the sinister, mocking laugh she had so clearly heard, remained burned into her consciousness!
In a secret cave, deep in a desert wilderness, known only to a handful of people, a ceremony was taking place, an ancient, mysterious, arcane ceremony from the very farthest reaches of time; none of those attending had ever witnessed it before; none of them ever believed to see it performed in their lifetimes. Flames suddenly illuminated the caves interior, and an old woman, wizened and aged beyond the span of any mortal, wearing a flowing, purple robe stepped from behind them and, in a clear, resonant voice, resounding with power, pronounced; “I ask you once more, Princess Ambere, is it truly your desire to forsake your birthright and the gifts bestowed upon you by your forbears?” Despite her frail, feeble appearance, the old woman radiated power, and, as the flames behind her grew, she too seemed to grow in size and vigor, filling the space before her in shimmering, purple light. From the shadows a woman appeared wearing a purple robe similar to the old woman’s and a wistful sigh like the final passing of a gentle wind lost somewhere in time and space echoed around the cave as she threw back the cowl of her robe. With a shrug of her shoulders she dropped the robe onto the ground, revealing herself, a young, beautiful woman, tall, regal and confident, wearing a tight, orange and black outfit, cut high on her hips, which barely contained her stunning, powerful yet womanly body, and a purple cape. “I, Princess Ambere truly desire this of my own volition and free will!” With full, high breasts, a slim, taut waist, slender hips and long, graceful legs sheathed in white, thigh length boots, the young woman stood tall and proud in the older woman’s brilliant luminosity and from behind her another sigh wafted like a breeze from a group of women who fell to their knees! “Then step into the flames, Princess, and embrace mortality!” Shaking her mane of long, lustrous, golden hair the young woman stepped towards the flames which suddenly erupted like a furnace, blinding in their intensity, and a rush of air filled the cave! Striding boldly, her head held high and her golden hair streaming out behind her, Princess Ambere walked into the fiery hell!
Several years later:
New San Francisco was, as usual on a Saturday night, bustling with people, the streets and thoroughfares crowded with revelers, but, away from the masses in a small, exclusive restaurant in the heart of China Town two women sat chatting quietly in a booth, undisturbed and seemingly ignorant of the noisy street outside. Just before 9.00 pm a waiter appeared and they followed him to a table by a window. The waiter refilled their glasses and left a menu. “Well, you’re only 40 once! Sorry, 39!” the pretty, slim redhead laughed as she raised her glass to her friend across the table. “Thanks for reminding me, Emma! But how many times have you been 39?” the brunette laughed and raised her own glass, clinking it against her friends. “Touché, Cali!” the redhead laughed.
Finishing their meal shortly after 10pm, the two women left the restaurant, and, it being a warm, pleasant evening, they strolled casually down the sidewalk; neither was in any hurry and both were enjoying the sights and heady aromas. Suddenly the two women were bundled into a small alley and pushed against a wall! “Keep quiet and you won’t get hurt!” they were told by a big, burly blond who waved a vicious looking knife at them! Three other women appeared, each of them, like the blond, aged between 18 and 25. “Just give us your money and jewelry, and be quick!” the blond demanded. One of the women snatched Emma’s bag from her hand and, after rummaging through it and pocketing some bills, emptied the rest of its contents onto the ground. Emma reached out her hand to catch a photograph as it floated downwards and the blond hit her in the head, knocking her to the ground! Cali watched in horror as her friend was kicked by the blond and one of her accomplices, and, from somewhere deep within her, something stirred, a sense of outrage and disgust, and a desire to put a stop to this callous behavior! As the blond was about to launch another kick at the helpless Emma, Cali suddenly pushed herself off the wall and, ducking a wild swing from one of the other women, hit the blond, flattening her! Before the others could act Cali had thrown one of them into the street, startling the passer’s by, and sent another hurtling down the alley! The four women quickly regrouped and tried to cut off their suddenly aggressive victims escape, but Cali knew, instinctively, that she had to make room for herself. Stepping out of the alley into the wider street she beckoned the gang towards her, enraging them with a strangely confident smile! “You fucking bitch!” the blond spat, “you’re dead meat!” The four women rushed at Cali but she swatted them away, acrobatically avoiding their wild lunges by leaping over them! A crowd had gathered, not sure if this was a real fight or some sort of street theatre! One of the gang jumped on Cali’s back but, with a shrug of her shoulders, Cali flipped the howling woman off, throwing her heavily to the ground! Like a pack of hyenas the women surrounded Cali, staying just out of reach, looking for an opening, waiting for their victim to tire. Sensing that this was not play acting, most of the onlookers quickly hurried away, leaving Cali to face her attackers alone, but, across the street, a couple of fascinated people still watched as the gang slowly closed in on their prey; then, at a signal from the blond, they all rushed at once, overwhelming Cali and dragging her to the ground! Somehow Cali managed to get to her knees and smashed one of the women’s head against the ground, but the blond kicked her in the head, knocking her onto her back and the others pounced again, pinning the struggling brunette down! “You stupid cunt!” the blond spat and stamped down hard on Cali’s hand! Cali’s scream of pain gave the gang more confidence and they each began pounding her with fists and feet! Sickened but unwilling to get involved, the remaining bystanders shuffled away but one old woman, leaning heavily on a cane, pleaded with somebody to help and a man called the police on his mobile before hurrying off down the street. Still Cali tried to fight but gradually her struggles subsided and she was soon exhausted, prostrate on the ground with the gang kicking and stomping on her. A siren wailed and the blond turned to see a police cruiser racing towards them and, with a final savage kick to Cali’s breast, turned and ran, her gang following on her heels! Another crowd had gathered and the old woman watched as Cali and Emma were stretchered into an ambulance and then, after a short discussion with a cop, she disappeared.
The young doctor looked up as the hospital wards swing doors were violently pushed aside and a man rushed in, gasping for breath, his eyes bulging; “My wife, where is she?” he asked frantically, staring wildly at the doctor. A nurse stepped towards him but the doctor shook his head. “Mr. Woods?” he asked and the man nodded his head, “Yes, my wife’s Cali, Cali Ann Woods; is she…” The doctor smiled and told the man that his wife was sleeping. “She’s been badly beaten but her wounds, well..” What do you mean, badly beaten?” the man said, “beaten up?” The doctor frowned and said, “Yes, apparently your wife and another woman” he glanced at his clip board, “a Miss Washington, were attacked by four women; but the police will tell you more about that. Your wife is concussed; you can see her but keep it short and don’t disturb her.” The man followed the doctor to a small, private room where Cali lay sleeping, her head and face swathed in bandages. “Oh my god!” the man wept, “will she be alright?” A few minutes later a knock came at the door and the doctor opened it. “I’m Detective Vincenti” a tall man declared and showed the doctor his gold shield. The doctor spoke softly to Woods and all three went outside. Doctor Wilson carried on with his rounds and Detective Vincenti bought himself and Woods coffee from a machine. “Your wife is something of a hero!” the detective said as Woods sipped his coffee. “The gang we think attacked her and her friend are particularly vicious; Miss Washington probably owes her life to your wife’s bravery!” Woods looked at the detective, perplexed; “Bravery?” he said and Vincenti explained how Cali had fought the four women off until they finally overwhelmed her. “My wife, fighting? Cali’s a fashion designer, not some sort of street vigilante!” Woods exclaimed disbelievingly. Vincenti took out a battered note book and replied, “Well, according to our witness, that’s what she did!”
Cali could see the flames licking at her body and feel the intense heat, but she felt no pain! Then, with a scream, she saw her flesh burn, turning black before dropping in crisped folds from her body! And somebody laughed, a hideous, demented sound that reverberated about her ears! Suddenly her eyes opened and she awoke, scared and confused, her body soaked in sweat! Slowly, Cali’s breathing returned to normal and her heart stopped hammering beneath her heaving breasts! Cali shuddered, the sweat on her skin now turned cold, the cold of fear! The flames engulfing her body had only been in her mind, but they, and the sinister, mocking laugh she had so clearly heard, remained burned into her consciousness!