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Once Upon a Time, there was a kingdom far, far, away. The Kingdom was ruled by the Aricotle family, and the people there were happy, healthy, and prosperous. Until...

 

The people of Aides lived in poverty and strife. They were a ruthless people, always in conflict, always trying to inflict on others the fate they, themselves, had. One day, Monjo, the ruler of the Aides, set his sights on Elysium. They had it perfect there, why can't the Aides people have the same?

 

So the people of Aides invaded the peaceful land of Elysium. The people of Elysium were not used to war, and the kingdom fell swiftly. To control the concurred people, Monjo had the royal family executed in front of the entire kingdom. He thought he had them all until he learned about Allia.

 

Allia Aricotle, holding her breath, hid in the bushes of the forest while the soldiers marched past. Once they were gone, she heaved a sigh of relief and crept out of the brush. She had heard of a wizard named Quacon who could help her. She was on her way to his cottage now. Staying low and off the well-traveled roads, Princess Allia searched for the signs she had been told. Pulling the old, tattered cloak over her head, she pressed on.

 

The cottage was old and falling apart. Uncertain why a powerful wizard would live in such a broken-down place made Allia hesitate. Was this the right place? She paused. Suddenly, the door opened and an elderly man stood in the doorway. ?Please enter, Princess Allia,? the old man said as he stepped aside to let her pass.

 

?Hush,? she cautioned, ?that name could get us both killed.? Allia entered the cottage. It was warm and inviting and very neat and tidy. Allia looked around, wondering if she had walked into a trap. The old man motioned for her to sit down at the table.

 

?My deepest apologies,? the old man said. ?I should be more careful. Would you care for something to eat? I imagine you must be hungry.?

 

A low rumbling came from Allia's stomach at the thought of food. She nodded gratefully. ?Yes, please. It has been many days since I last ate.?

 

?Very well then. I have some venison roasting on the pit now. I think it will be ready shortly. In the meantime, may I offer you some wine and bread? Or perhaps an apple?? The man placed all three items onto the table near the young woman. She reached out and took the apple.

 

?Thank you, you are very kind,? she said before taking a bite. The apple was sweet and crisp, and juicy. Allia didn't know when an apple ever tasted so good to her. She quietly ate it, enjoying every bite. When she was done, she looked at the man, suddenly aware that he was still there.

 

?I am sorry,? she said, ?I was caught up in the experience of the apple. I did not mean to ignore you.?

The old man smiled. ?It is quite alright. It gave me some time to get the meat off the fire.? He pointed to the plate he had set before the woman. ?Please, eat.?

 

Eagerly Allia picked up the utensils on the table and began eating the venison. It also tasted wonderful and Allia found herself savoring every bite. She ate it slowly, carefully. She glanced over at the older man and was pleased he was also eating. He noticed her gaze, picked up his glass of wine, and toasted her. She picked up her glass and toasted him back, then took a sip. The wine was wonderful too. Allia restrained herself from gulping it down, still aware that her life was in danger and not wanting to make herself any more vulnerable.

 

When the meal was finished, Allia helped the old man clean up the dishes from the table. He told her to put them in a tub, then motioned for her to go into another room. In this room were large, comfortable chairs. He told her to sit down. Then, looking into her eyes, he said, ?Please tell me, my dear, why you seek to talk to Quacon, the Wizard.?

 

Allia was a little taken aback. ?Oh my,? she said, ?Who did I just dine with and who am I speaking to??

 

The older man laughed. ?I am the wizard, Quacon,? he said reassuringly. ?Forgive me for not introducing myself when I know who you are.?

 

Allia smiled. The wizard noted how beautiful her smile was and his heart was saddened by the tragic events under which he met the princess. Then her face saddened.

 

The princess took in a deep breath. ?You are aware of the events going on in this Kingdom, correct?? The wizard nodded. ?And you are aware that my life is in mortal danger?? Again, the wizard nodded. ?Is it true that you know of a means of getting me off of this world safely??

 

Quacon nodded, then reached out and took the woman's hands. They were soft, uncalloused. ?I am able to get you off of this world onto another. Such things cannot happen without some kind of sacrifice. Are you prepared to pay the price??

 

Fear and pain came into the woman's eyes. ?I have sacrificed much already,? she said quietly. ?What price does this miracle require??

 

?You must give up something of great value in order to escape this world you now live in. You are required to give up your humanity.?

 

Allia pulled back from the Wizard. ?What does that mean?? she asked, her heart sinking. ?Does this mean I will no longer be myself??

 

Quacon stood up and walked over to a shelf. Removing a book, he searched through it and found an image. He walked over to the princess and showed her the picture. ?This, my dear, is a horse. On the world I will be sending you to, these creatures are valued and admired. They can also be beasts of burden and often times are mistreated. I can control many things regarding where you end up, but I can not control how you will be treated. Are you willing to give up being a person and become a horse??

 

The princess leaned forward and looked at the image in the book. The older man handed the book to her so that she could look at it more closely. Allia looked carefully at the horse. She had never seen one before because they do not dwell in her world. The creature she saw was 4 legged, and had long hair on its head and as a tail, and was covered in what appeared to be sleek fur. This creature was brown with black hair, and its legs had black from the feet up to its knees. The animal stood proud, its head held high and its ears pricked forward, in an alert state. The head itself was delicate, graceful. Allia looked at it a long time, considering if this was something she was willing to become.

 

?It is late, my dear, and you look exhausted. I have a room and a bed in which you can spend the night. Think it over during the night and tell me what you decide in the morning. You will be safe here. No one finds this cottage unless I want them to find it.?

 

?May I take this book with me so I can look at the animal some more?? she asked. Quacon considered it for a moment. Then shook his head.

 

?No, my dear, there are spells in that book I do not want you to even read for fear you might cause something catastrophic to happen. Take one more last look at the image, and then I will show you to the room.?

 

Allia looked at the horse again. Its neck was long and graceful, its legs thin, yet muscular, its back long and lean. She considered it and decided the animal was a thing of beauty and she imagined it moved gracefully. Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad life. Allia handed the book back to the wizard, then followed him to the room in which she would spend the night.

 

Morning came quickly and the princess woke up feeling refreshed. It was the first night in weeks where she felt safe enough to fall into a deep sleep.

 

The smell of eggs cooking brought Allia out of the room into the kitchen. Quacon had placed food on the table for her including some fruit.

 

?Good morning!? the wizard said when he saw her.

 

?Good morning,? she replied. Quacon motioned for the woman to sit down at the table and eat. Allia ate the fruit first. She enjoyed every bite. The wizard then served her some eggs sunny side up, and some sausages. Allia ate those eagerly also.

 

Once the princess had finished her meal, she turned to her host. ?Thank you for your kind hospitality,? she said. ?I slept better last night than I had since this horrible war started.?

 

?You are welcome, my dear,? the wizard bowed to the princess. When he looked up, he saw her face had become rather serious.

 

?I have made my decision,? she said. Her voice was resolute. ?I have decided to pay the price required in order for me to escape this world. Please, send me to this other place as a horse.?

 

?As you wish.? Quacon put the dirty dishes into the tub near the fire and went into the study. He picked up the book, then returned to the kitchen. ?We should do this as soon as possible,? he said. ?Is there anything you would like to do before you leave this world??

 

Allia shook her head. ?There is no one left here for me to say goodbye. All of my possessions have been taken as spoils of war. There is nothing left here for me. I am ready.?

Quacon nodded. ?Then follow me into my lab and we will get started.? Quacon tapped his toe three times on the floor and a trap door opened up. A set of stairs led down into the ground. It was well lit by torches. Allia took a deep breath then followed the man into the depths.

 

The wizard motioned to Allia to sit down on a wooden chair in the middle of the lab. She sat down and watched as the man placed the book onto a lectern and then began gathering items from around the lab. Some of them he put into a pot, others he sprinkled around Allia and even on the book. Finally, he was ready.

 

Quacon turned to Allia. ?Are you ready, my dear?? he asked. She nodded. ?I will ask you some questions, please answer them in a loud voice. Say nothing but the answers. If you have questions, please ask them now before we do this final part.?

 

?I want to know if my new body will have the mind I now have, as well as my memories. Will I be myself or someone else entirely??

 

The Wizard looked at the young woman. ?You will have your current mind, as well as your memories, both good and bad. You will also have all of the emotions that come from those memories. In essence, you will be yourself encased in the body of a horse.

 

?Do you have any further questions, Your Majesty??

 

Allia looked at the Wizard. Her eyes were wide with wonder, but they were calm. ?I have no further questions, great Wizard. I am ready.?

 

Quacon straightened up, held his hands into the air, and said in a loud, commanding voice, ?Powers of Land and Sea, Air and Fire, we seek your help. This woman wishes to be removed from this realm and moved to a safe place far from your observation. She wishes to go to Earth, the land watched over by the One True God. Can you help?? The ground shook, the lights flickered, and a warm breeze came through the room. Allia was startled but kept her seat.

 

?Allia Aricotle, Princess of Elysium and the last surviving member of the Royal Family, do you agree to swap your title, name, and form of this world for that of a humble horse of the world known as Earth??

 

?I do,? Allia said, using her loud, authoritative voice. The wizard nodded. ?Do you freely relinquish your form without hesitation??

 

?I do,? the girl replied.

 

?Then, let it be as so stated.? Quacon waved his hands, throwing them down towards the ground, and Allia was enveloped in a thick fog.

 

When the fog cleared, Allia found herself standing in the middle of a grassy field. She looked down and saw her feet had turned into hard hooves, and her legs felt strong. She tossed her head and felt her mane flowing in the air. She breathed in deeply, then neighed loudly. The sound was musical in her ears. She started to prance around, enjoying the feeling of movement. Then she looked around her and started towards a stream she saw in a distance. At first, she walked, then moved into a trot, that got faster until she was in a canter. The freedom she felt in the canter and the speed at which she traveled made Allia push herself into a full-out gallop. Just the action of galloping gave Allia great joy. She ran up to the stream at full gallop, gathered her back legs, and leaped over the water. As her back legs hit the ground, Allia whirled and headed out into an open field.

 

A young woman was standing at a gate, her eyes searching the horizon. In her hands were a halter and a couple of carrots. When she couldn't see the object she was searching for, she called out as loud as she could. ?Allia! Allia!? Soon she saw the bay Arabian mare running at full gallop towards her. It came to a sliding halt just in front of her and tossed its head. ?Easy, girl,? the young woman said as she reached up and stroked the mare's neck. She then gave the horse the end of the carrot, and the horse bit off a part of it and chewed it while the woman placed the halter over the mare's head. The horse pushed against the girl with her head, eager to get on with whatever adventure the woman had in store for the two.

 

Judith

 

Spring had been a whirlwind season for Judith.  Senior year in her exclusive prep school had been filled with college prep and selection details.  Debutant season had, as expected, largely featured the ever-popular Judith.  Her horse, Blaze, had required even more care as the show season was approaching and she enjoyed her training sessions with her magnificent honey-colored stallion more than other aspects of her life.  

But now, on Sunday afternoon, the day was perfect for reading.  She had found just the book, and she had cozied herself in a cushioned bay window of her room.  The book was a dusty volume from her grandfather's library. He had mentioned it to her years ago and she had mentally made a note to read the small book.  

The story was a European tale spun from the middle ages.  It was full of kings and knights and ladies-in-waiting.  Judith found herself drawn into the story in a fashion she had not experienced in years.  The central character was a damsel of nearly her own age and her name was by some coincidence, Judith.  She was hooked.

The castle was on a critical bend in the Rhine.  Judith's father was the Lord of the Realm.  Judith (who by coincidence was almost twenty-first century Judith's age) was Lord Egan's only child and sole heir to the realm.  Today Lord Egan looked worried.  ?Judith, when are you going to behave appropriately for the future Lady of the Realm?

She replied, ?I'm happy the way I am, father.  I act a host for your guests; don't I?  I supervise the house staff and act as an almost co-regent.  What else should I do?

Egan had to admit that she had performed well as a surrogate lady-of-the-manor.  ?As my only heir, you'll need to be both a lady and a warrior if there is no partner for you in the immediate future.?

Judith had been considering this conversation for some time and had a response ready for Egan.  ?That's why I've been spending time with Roger.?

Egan was taken aback. ?Roger! I never dreamed that you and Roger?  When did you and Roger???

?No father, Roger and I are not romantic, not at all!  He's teaching me to be his squire.  Well, not exactly a squire for I could never officially accompany him on campaigns or into those filthy Knight's quarters, God, No!  He's teaching me horsemanship, weapon use including the broadsword, archery and strategy.  I couldn't even lift a full-sized broadsword so he had Tom the Smith make one more my size.  He taught me to ride astraddle a horse with a broadsword in one hand. I've even got to where I can swing at a dummy while at full gallop.  He even made me muck out the stable.?

?So, Roger had you clean Blaze's stable??

Judith was becoming more enthralled by the small volume, but now she was enchanted by the similarity between herself and the literary Judith.  Her age, her appearance, her social station and even her beloved horse, Blaze, were all present in a tale of the middle ages. 

Egan had his own revelation for Judith.  ?It appears that you've hidden a side of yourself from me?  Well, I have my own confession for you.?

Judith could tell by Egan's expression that his statement would be more momentous than hers.

Egan began.  ?Our success has depended on the tolls we receive from the commerce on the Rhine.  Our fortress commands the bend of the river and has served us well over the years, but that is also the problem.  Our land is coveted by Elfred.?

Elfred was the liege of a lesser property without meaningful river access.  He had always been a thorn in the side of Egan's family.  

?He has raised an army.  He insists on a compact of our two families.  The conditions are all on his side.?

Judith was almost trembling as she asked, ?What does he want??

?He wants us as his serfs.  He wants the tolls.  He wants the castle, and he wants, well, he wants you!?

Over the next few weeks, negotiations of the two realms continued, but went nowhere.  Finally, Elfred's army made it's move and laid siege to Egan's castle, Burned the crops of the villagers, drove off, stole or killed the cattle and blockaded Egan's castle walls, allowing no passage and stopping him from collecting tolls from river traffic.

Judith knew what Elfred wanted.  He would have the castle, the income from the realm and he would have her.  Judith began making plans.  She sought out the alchemist of the realm, Mordrei.  He lived by a rundown alley within the castle walls.  The door was so small that even Judith had to stoop to enter the dwelling.  The odor of the room was both sweet and nauseating.  The smoke in the room was so thick that she took several moments for her eyes to adjust and to see the small figure at the back of the room.  She explained her situation to Mordrei and the need to have some defense against his physical and likely amorous assault.  She knew it was coming.  Mordrei had an answer, but it would rely on Judith.  "You need to stay healthy and true. ...to sting, yet not be stung. You must make a plan and see it through. If not, Elfred will get the best of you. To make a plan work, she would have to arrange a scene to her benefit and be a real actress.

As time passed, the situation at Egan's castle became more dire.  Egan decided he needed to come to terms with Elfred.  A banquet was arranged to negotiate.  Unfortunately, there would be little to negotiate.  Elfred would dictate terms and Egan would accept. 

The banquet was laid out.  It was not up to the usual standards of the realm as they had been under siege.  Elfred came in with two knights.  With little formality, they abused the staff with lewd remarks to the serving wenches, and muddy attire fouled the linen and tapestries of the dining hall.  They would not disarm themselves, so their swords and daggers carved ugly grooves in the woodwork of the ancient banquet table.  Elfred and his company guzzled wine and spirits, helped themselves to the prime cuts of fowl and pork before being served.  Before the end of the meal, they were all sloppy and belligerent.  Finally, Elfred stood and motioned to Egan, ?Now I will take my rest with your lovely daughter.?  He looked to Judith, ?Show me to your quarters so I can seal our connection.?  Egan was obviously uncomfortable with this turn of events.  He had assumed that cohabitation would follow a period of posting the wedding bands and preparations.  He could not look at Judith.  With all the humiliation of the world in his face, he motioned to the wing containing Judith's rooms.

Judith's chamber had a heavily draped bed to ward out evening vapors, with a goose down tic for royal comfort.

Elfred clumsily entered the room.  By now he was a sloppy drunk.  He collapsed on the bed and swayed.  He slapped Judith across the face with a stinging blow and pushed her down to remove his muddy boots.  She said, ?Sire, If you're planning on bedding me, remove your dagger and broadsword.  He removed his heavy leather belt and weaponry.  And made his vulgar comment, ?The sword you'll receive, cannot be removed,?

Finally, he pulled her close to him and gave her a rough kiss.  The type kiss that is more closely associated with a violent event than affection.  After pulling herself away she said, ?Kind sir, I have a surprise for you as I have anticipated this moment.?  

She pulled a small velvet covered box from beneath her shawl.  With some drama, she retrieved a large wax honey bee.  ?I've been assured that this will sweeten our embrace.  With that she pinched the head off of the wax bee and popped it into her mouth.  Then she reached over to Elfred and embraced his head.  As they kissed, Elfred, in his altered state, assumed her amorous display was from passion.  She used her tongue to press the abdomen of the bee so forcefully that it squirted Mordrei's concoction deeply into Elfred's mouth.  The effect began in seconds  Soon Elfred was unconscious on the bed. His eyes were open, as was his mouth.  His head lolled listlessly to one side with the honey-sweet fluid flowing onto the bed covers.

Judith reached over Elfred, and slapped his cheeks hard with no response.  She heard the army encamped outside the castle chanting lewd comments anticipating the violation of Elfred's conquest.

She reached into the heavy drapes surrounding the bed and found her downsized broadsword.  ?This is to preserve the realm, you filthy pig!?

One blow was sufficient to remove Elfred from his head.  She gathered the head by it's long hair and went to the parapet. Below, Elfred's army was gathered awaiting the triumphant and satisfied appearance of Elfred.  The diminutive lass stood quietly until she had the attention of the army below, then she held the severed head of Elfred high for them all to see.  

The army was confused without the leader and their ranks almost immediately began to thin.  Egan's weakened and siege weary soldiers were able to forcefully encourage the others to leave.

?????????.

Judith awoke and felt as comfortable and satisfied as she had in years.  After several minutes she opened her eyes expecting her comfortable twenty-first century home.  What she saw was medieval Judith's bed chamber.  She waited for the spell to clear.  It didn't.  Her father, Egan, was ebullient and sensitive to his daughter's confusion.  He felt it only correct to give her the space she needed.

??????????.

Six months later a fair maiden rides across vast meadows.  Her long blond hair flowing behind her as the stead with flaxen mane and a white blaze on his face flawlessly follows her every command. She now thinks very little of a confused past in a jumbled and disordered world She wonders what spell caused the strange affectation that gave her strange memories of her past while denying her the memories of her palace childhood in this enchanted land with her father, Lord Egan. But she knew that given a choice she would not change her life for any dream of an uncertain future.   

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