by jasmine Monica
Princess Serinina leaves her home for ever to make a new life in a new land that she does not know
Chapter 1

Princess Serinina had been very unhappy for over a year now. Patinea, Serinina's older sister noticed that it wasn't a little matter. Serinina had been suck in a massive depression for the better part of a year now. The wars were long over, and she should be happy by now.

Her advisers, like Actonia, assured her that Serinina would be happy once things were settled. But nothing turned out the way it should. Patinia failed in her wars. Serinina did everything to undermine her, including giving her enemies the plans of her attacks and when they were taking place. Serinina betrayed the kingdom and enjoyed watching her sisters defeat. Her army was routed and returned in battered. Serinina smiled as her sister was enraged. Serenina didn't care. Everything had gone so wrong since she was transformed against her will.

The first thing that went wrong was that she was captured and abused. She was already pregnant, and Serinina freaked out about that. Then there was the mistaken advice to try to find her a husband, but that went so wrong. Serenina ended the pregnancy herself and ran off. She should have known that a transformed man could never handle any of this.

And all of this was six months ago. The Goddess tried to help her. Serenina was promised power equal to what Patinia stole from her on that horrific day, and she turned it down flat. Nothing could please Serenina. She was promised to be restored as a man, but after everything that happened, Serenina had no male pride left and knew she would find life as a restored male hard.

They all prayed for Serenina. There wasn't much left here for her. Everything reminded her of the pain and suffering of a life that was stolen from her more than a year ago.

Serinina was sleeping this night. She slept day and night, nothing really appealed to her. The moons golden rays filled the room, and it was a great sight for everyone else. But she hated it most of it.

Her sister told her of some of the dreams she had from the Goddess and showed her great things when she was young. Her dreams showed her as a powerful warrior and as the King. They also showed her Serinina happy with a child. . Serinina's dreams were more disturbing.

Serinina was dressed in some sort of sharp blue suit. She wore dark blue pants and some kind of overcoat and a matching tie. Serinina wore rolls of colorful ribbons pinned on her right breast and some shiny stars on her shoulder as she marched toward a doorway that led underground. Serinina spoke sharply to the guards holding some sort of weapon. “I have received orders directly from the chiefs.” Serinina handed the guards a piece of paper. They read it and let her in. Serenina marched past them with her people and went down a long flight of steps. It leads to a cubicle room. She pushed some lightened buttons, and the room closed and began going down deep into the ground.

The metal doors parted, and Serenina marched in with intent and purpose. Serinina met another man facing her with some same sort of suit. The man said, “What are our orders, General Denae?”

“We have orders to launch on targets in Europe. Here they are?”

Serinina handed the man some papers and the man read it. His face twisted in alarm. But they were orders. “We have to authenticate these.” Said the man as he went into his private office with his officers. They pulled out some keys and opened a metal box on the wall, and took out some cards. They broke them and pulled out some paper. Then they began reading the codes. “Zulu, Tango, Alpha, Foxtrot, Charlie Zulu, Delta, Sierra, foxtrot, Tango, Bravo, Bravo, Hotel Kilo, Charlie, Alpha.”

His officers read the code and then replied, “The Message is authentic.”

The other man agreed. Then he got on the microphone. “Everyone,” The officer shouted. “Set Condition for strategic missile launch. Target Package 1sq5a. Eastern and northern European capitals and military installations. This is not a drill. Spin up missiles one through fifty. Be ready to launch in five minutes. The release of nuclear weapons has been ordered.”

His officer repeated the orders, and the men went through their duties.

Serinina went to the launching room, where she activated her power to control everyone. She said her spells in the language of the Goddess. The woman glowed as the men did their duties now controlled by Serinina.

They relayed orders to each other. Each man took out his key and inserted them into each of the panel's keyholes. They relayed orders to eachother, and each turned their keys simultaneously. The panels lit up and were ready for orders. Each controller pushed their buttons to activate the missiles and insert their targets and the times for detonation and the routs they were to take to their target. Then they activated each silo and prepared the minutemen rockets.

Then they waited for orders. Serinina issued them, “Launch each missile.”

So the men launched each missile. They pushed one, and relayed, “Missle one launched.”
“Missile two launched.”
“Missile three launched.”

Until there were no more. Serenina heard the roar from deep within the control room. The whole place rattled with the roar of the rocket's boosters ignited and sent them high into the air.

Far away, in the Cheyenne mountain where the strategic forces were controlled. The Chiefs and the generals were shocked when alarms sounded throughout the entire complex. They looked up at the enlarged screen, keeping track of the nation's strategic forces. They started showing active silos and their trajectories. There were missile launches all over the nation. The chairmen of the joint chiefs shouted, “Who authorized this!”

“No one did.” The secretary of defense replied. “This is not authorized, Did any of you order a launch.”

They all replied no. “Then what is happening?” He shouted in panic.

But no one had a clue what had happened. They stared at the screen in horror as the entire nation's strategic missiles were launched from New Mexico to Montana. There were missiles everywhere.

The farmers from Montana nearby looked up in horror as the rockets were fired over their heads and sped off into the sky. They were watching the end of the world. Within minutes, they got their response from the other side of the globe. The Chairman said in horror, “The Russians and Chinese have responded with their arsenal. They will impact our cities within thirty minutes.

The warheads descended on New York within thirty minutes as they watched a brilliant flash of light thousands of feet above New York City form into an enormous white-hot fireball that rose twenty thousand feet into the air. It was a ten megaton thermal nuclear blast that wiped the entire city out. More fell on every major city on the east coast to the central united states.

Serinina woke up in a panic. Her breathing was rapid as she looked around. These dreams made no sense to her. Who wore uniforms like that? Serenina went from being the greatest warrior in the entire kingdom able to defeat anyone to nothing but a powerless pretty princess with no voice, as her elder sister took over everything. Ever since that tragic day of horror, Serenina had been filled with hatred and sadness.

Her life had been filled with so much sorrow for so long she didn't know how to go on. There was one final thing she could do to escape this world. It would become the one single greatest feat of magic that had been ever executed by a mortal person. It would take every bit of her training and power to perform, but it was worth it.

Then her foresight alerted her to intruders to her place. She had found and occupied a cottage way out far into the thick woods where no one would ever bother her. She doubted anyone could have found her except for those like her. And those people knew not to bother her. At least she thought they knew better.

Serenina found her combat blade that was specially forged for her by the greatest family of assassins that ever existed in the great isles. It was forged by the best bladesmiths after they trained her, and she mastered the art of the blade. That was when the matriarch of the family adopted her as her daughter and personally trained her. She realized that women can fight after that, and she had mastered the art of fighting.

Her foresight warned her. Serenina knew who was coming now. It was her sister, her guards, her mother and the witch actonia. They were coming to plead for her help once more.

There was a knock on her door. At least her sister, the monarch, and King of the land had the courtesy to knock first. Patinia was learning.

Serenina opened the door and warned, with her knife ready, “Only you and the witches, any more come in, and I will kill them where they stand!”

Patinia knew it was no idle boast. Serenina had killed her guard and a portion of her army in battle before, only with her knife. She turned and waved the guards to remain outside, and Patinia, Actonia, and her mother came through the door.

“Get this over with, bore me with your feeble pleading and get the hell out of my place,” Serenina said, very bored.

“Please,” Patinia pleaded. “We need your help. I am planing one final push to retake the final fortress, defeat the purgatorists, and restore the Goddess. We need your help. We know it will fail without you.”

“Of course it will,” Serenina agreed. “I made them as powerful as they are. I trained them, ai helped them fortify their positions. I showed them your plan of attack. They know everything you do. You will never defeat them, Patinia. All thanks to me.”

“But,” Patinia pleaded, “I can't believe you would turn on us like that. You studied, and you know what the costs are. How could you do this!”

“It was easy,” Serenina looked into her sister's eyes. “Your cruelty and malice drove me to turn on you. You hated me first. I enjoyed fighting on their side and routing your entire army. You didn't want me fighting with you, so I fought against you.”

“I am so ashamed of you,” Aanya said to her. “You turn on your own people like this.”

“You took her side,” Serenina pointed to Patinia. “You didn't support me at all. You turned me down and lied to me every chance you got Mother, so don't be so ashamed. I know how you felt about your son Serin. You hated me. YOU get no more say in my life. You destroyed me, so I am returning the favor. You will never see your Goddess restored. Actonia, this is all your doing. You, the hekatin, and you witches malice and cruelty caused me to do this to you. And I am proud. Do you see your Goddess being restored, Actonia?”

“No,” Actonia finally admitted. “Not without you. I know you are angry, but you know we are fighting for a better world.”

“Yes, I know how cruel the priests have been. But I don't care. You were equally as cruel to me.” Serinina pointed out. “You stole my life, my name, and my sex. You were so harsh in trying to force me into a life of powerlessness. You could have worked with me as the King, and I would have gladly helped you. You could have turned me and still helped me instead of your cruelty. But you didn't. This is the result of everything you did. It makes me so happy,” Serenina said with a smile. “I have succeeded. And actonia,”

“Yes,” the girl replied.

“You know what is coming,” Serenina said darkly. “I see it, and I know you see it. Patinias reign is about to end. There's no stopping it. Had you allowed me to rule and strengthen our forces, we could have repelled them. Your kingdom is plagued by repeated defeats. Disastrous campaigns. There is no stopping them now. You see them crashing onto our shores, Patinia no longer has the forces to stop them. They will overrun the entire Kingdom and crush what she has left. You will never restore the Goddess. They will reinstitute the rule of man. Many of you will be killed and enslaved. You know it, don't you, Actonia.:

Actonia looked up sharply. “Yes, but you also see it?”

“Yes, indeed. It gives me so much pleasure.” Replied Serenina.”

Patinia was desperate, “Whose coming, what do they want?”

“Some people in many boats. I don’t know who they are. But they are ruthless. They are cruel men lead by a warlord.” Actonia replied.

“They are the Saxons.” Serenina. “There's no stopping the invasion. They will wipe you all out and establish their kingdom over yours. Except for you, Patinia. You will face a fate far worse than the one that terrified you. Marriage to Runteck and being his wife, and a mother will seem like a dream. You will be made into a prostitute and a slave girl. Just a breeder, nothing more. And all of the witches will be burnt. A new religion is coming.”

Aanya then asked, “And what will happen to you?” She asked arrogantly.

“I will be leaving.”

Serinina sang a few lines very loudly. Then she danced in a figure-eight pattern, and a brilliant portal opened. It was a ring of blue fire circling around a portal of darkness. None of them had ever seen power like this before.

Serenina said, “All I know is that this will take me to some distant future where I don't have to see your faces anymore. You made my life into a horror. Nothing can undo what you did to me. So, Bye. I am gone.”

Serenina walked through the portal and vanished. The portal collapsed in a massive blastwave that shot out and knocked the women across the room and blew the door off. It nearly caused the entire structure to collapse.

Xxxxx

Everything flashed, and then Serinina found herself standing on the hard paved ground next to some enormous tall buildings. Serinina looked up at the massive structures beside her and wondered briefly if they were defensive fortifications since they were so massive and imposing. But they didn't appear to be defensive towers. The enormous structures looked like they were made of darkened glass.

Serinina was surrounded by thousands of people walking all around her. These people looked very different than she was. She was still wearing her corset and her elaborate royal gown. Serenina was even wearing her humiliating princess tiara that her sister condescendingly gave her during his coronation. The people were walking all around. Serenina saw that there was a solid paved pathway beside her. She watched these strange looking metal things with windows speeding along that path beside her. Those things seemed to have people inside of them.

Something else caught Serenina's attention as she stood there, trying to make some sense of things. Serenina was a woman, of course, that was nothing new. She had been a woman for years at this point. The issue was that she no longer felt conflicted or abused by being a woman. Serinina walked down the pavement that everyone else was using with her. The people keep looking at her in a very strange way. Serinina understood why. She looked very different than the rest of these people. Serinina was draped with a heavy flowing royal gown and a corset while the rest of the people seemed to be dressed much more casual. They wore pants and some sort of loose-fitting top. Some of the women seemed to wear something more formal, but nothing like she had on. She was attracting attention. None of the women wore a corset, it seemed. The women wore another form of undergarment, holding their bust in place. Some of the women openly displayed the thin straps holding It in place over their shoulders.

But there was one extremely fact about this new reality that Serinina sent herself to that sent chills down her spine. It made her tremble in fear. She wondered how she could even function in this world. That fact was that she was utterly unable to comprehend a word anyone was saying. Serenina approached people, but she could not understand what they said. And the people she approached were unable to comprehend what she was saying. These people were speaking a totally different language. Some words seemed vaguely similar to what she knew, but there weren't many. And even those words seemed to be spoken so differently that she wondered what it was.
An official-looking man wearing a uniform with some insignia on his chest approached her, nearly shouting some order at her. This man seemed to have some sort of weapon strapped to his belt

The man shouted at Serenina, but she was unable to understand what the man was saying. Serinina tried to respond, but she received an equally confused look on the man's face. The language had changed in whatever time this was.

Another official appeared at Serinina's side, and they led her inside one of those metal things. They sped away at an impossible speed. They were speeding faster than the fastest horses could ever go.

Serinina was taken in front of a large imposing building. The officials that detained her led her into the building. She saw that were many uniformed men, and also women there doing the same duty. The officials tried to question Serinina, but it got nowhere. Sarinina couldn’t understand what they were saying, and they couldn't understand her. It was incomprehensible to her.

The officials spoke among themselves as she watched.

One of the men seemed to understand some of her words, and he told the others. “This girl speaks a much older form of our language. This dialect hasn't been spoken since the middle ages. Let me try to talk to her.”

The man approached Sarinina and sat down. He did his best to appear very friendly. He said in a rough attempt to speak her language. “Hello. My name is Officer Matthews of the London PD. May I ask what your name is.”

It wasn't perfect by any means. Some of his words were so badly mispronounced, but it was close enough that she could understand it. What was Serinina going to say? Was she could to say that she was a princess of a kingdom that no longer existed? Tell this officer that she was sent into the future? Serinina just told him her name, “My name is Serinina.”

“Why are you speaking that language,” Officer Matthews inquired.

Well, now she may have to reveal some uncomfortable facts that may reveal where or when she was front. Serinina replied, “This is the language we speak. We speak this where I am front. What is London?”

“London is this city. Where do you come from?” Officer Matthews asked.

“I came from Denaerk. It was so different.”

He thought Denaerk was all from ancient myths. But as the officer looked at this refined young girl wearing some sort of royal gown and a corset, and that crown. Mathews seemed to think it was serious. Perhaps something strange was going on here. He asked the girl, “How old are you?”

“I am Fifteen?” Serinina replied innocently.

Matthews didn't want to see what would happen to this teenager in the child welfare system when she hardly even able to speak their language. If what Serinina told him was true, and he suspected it was true. Serinina lived in a culture over a thousand years ago. How she got here was irrelevant. Matthews felt responsible for Serinina now and took her hand. “I will help you in this new world. Let me sign out, and we can go to my place. You can see my son. He is a great boy. I will help you get caught up, and I will find someone to teach you our language.”

Matthews filed some paperwork with his attorney to get the process started to become Sarrinina's guardian, and they went back to his place.

Then Matthews asked, “I notice that blade you have hidden inside of your belt. No one will hurt you.”

“It is a special blade that was given to me by a family I trained with,” Serinina replied. “It is a precious heirloom.

They sat at the kitchen table, and Matthews explained, “This is what we would call a dining room. There is also a kitchen and a stove. I think I understand where you are from Serinina. Denaerk existed over a thousand years ago. I can guess you are from there. So can you tell me about yourself? I will understand anything.” Matthews said.

Serinina looked at him and understood that this man would believe her. There was something strange about him. Serinina then said, “My name is Princess Serinina. My life and my crown were stolen by my cruel elder sister, and I was the heir. She tried to force me into a life where I was abused and ignored.”

Comprehension dawned on Matthews as his eyes widened. He nearly shouted, “Oh my god, this can't be true. I thought that was legend too. So you are the boy princess Sereinina who had his crown stolen by his elder sister, and was turned into a girl.”

All of the blood drained from Serininas face. A tear rolled down her cheek. “How can you know about that? I wanted to escape that.”

“You have escaped,” Matthews replied. “But I am a shoulder and read many of the texts from our ancient kingdoms, and much of it is thought to be myths. It seems that some of those stories are true. Let me show you.”

Matthews went to one of his bookshelves and took an old book out and laid it on the table. The book seemed to be written in the language she spoke. Matthews said, “This is a book from roughly about fifty years after the Saxons landed. It is written in old English and explains some of what happened to your family.”

The title was humiliating enough. It was titled, “The tale of the boy princess and her adventures as Serinina.”

Her face turned purple. She read through the first page, and it said, “By Patinia.” She tightened her fist as she learned what her sister wrote about her roughly fifty years after she left. Much of it was true, and Patinia was being honest in this book. Patinia also seemed to have some sorrow over what she did. She admits that she was very cruel. But Serinina didn't need her life's story reread to her. So she skipped to the end where she saw to her amazement. There were a few pages written in an even older language.

This ancient text was written in the language of the Goddess Prognita. No one knew what this meant, but the publishers making modern versions were under instructions to include this incomprehensible part in the end. This seemed to be in Patinia's own handwriting. It had been copied down through the ages, but it looked clear enough.

“I hope you will read this sometime in the future, my brother. As you know, I don't know this language, and I have had extensive help from the Professor to help me write this. I want you to know that I am sorry. Prince Serin. I have forbidden your name out of cruelty. I will use it one last time in hopes you will someday read this. I apologize for everything. I was wrong. What was supposed to be a great liberation turned into a nightmare for you. You were right to deny us our liberation after what I did. We could have worked together. The Saxons came months after you left. We had nothing left to fight them with. They Saxons overran everything. They took us as slaves. I, the King of the land, was reduced to a sex slave. He didn't even want me as a wife. I was made into a prostitute as you said he would. This must make you very happy.”

serinina smiled.

“I have no idea how many men have had laying with me. I have delivered dozens of children and had them all taken from me. I guess it serves me right after what I did. I should have loved and guided my new sister. But I was cruel. Power and a spiteful vengeance filled my heart after a lifetime of having no voice or control over my life. Suddenly getting it all and seeing you placed as a princess that I lived. I enjoyed it too much, but it filled you with righteous anger that you were right to unleash. Now, none of that matters. Our kingdom is in ruins, our people are slaughtered and enslaved. Our palace was burnt. Bucket was forced into a marriage, actonia was burnt. Celestia was burnt, the rule of men was reestablished.”

“To my beloved brother, I am very sorry for this, Serin.” Serinina's eyes misted up.

What Sarinina kept studying about what happened after she left. The Goddess was never restored in her time. It seemed that not long after she left, the nation was subjected to various invasions from the Jutes, Saxons and then the Anglos came and established their kingdoms. Eventually, the great isles would become the United Kingdom

Chapter 2

The forcibly transformed medieval boy princess struggles to adjust to life in our time
She has been adopted by a loving family and struggles to learn modern english and adjust to life as a modern girl

Matthew had just spent the last two hours doing his best to teach Serinina a new language. His frustration had just about reached his limit.

Sereinina was struggling, and he could tell she was doing her best. They made some progress, but he realized he was no teacher. This was not his specialty. He had almost no patience with teaching, which was why he had chosen to be a cop and not a school teacher. But he couldn't be too hard on himself. The fact that Serinina had made some progress to learning modern English was something. She learned to understand and speak some basic words and sentences. She was probably at a two to three-year-olds language skills, which was better than nothing. But this was more of a statement to Serininas brilliance than his ability at teaching kids.

Matthew knew he would have to hire a tutor for her. He could not teach a medieval girl modern english on his own. And there would be much more that needed to be done. Serinina needed to dress more appropriately. She would no longer need to wear that stupid corset. People would think Serinina just came from a Renaissance fair. Matthew made a call to the only woman he knew that could handle this. Then Matthew figured this woman would be shocked.

He made a brief call to his friend Sharon and asked her and her daughter Aethel to help. They studied the occult and spoke Serininas language within their clan. They may be able to help her, and Aethel goes to public school so they should be able to help her.

That was the moment he returned to the living room and saw Serinina doing some drills with her wicked looking jewel ten-inch adorned blade. He smiled wickedly and got a stupid idea.

But Matthew did have a brain and picked out two dull practice blades and handed one of them to Serinina and asked, “Do you want to try me?”

Matthew had spent some time in the special forces when he was younger, so he figured there was a slight chance he could hold his own against her. Maybe.

Serinina took one of the practice blades and squared off against Matthew, saying, “Sure, I would love to.”

Matthew got into a combat stance holding the blade close to his body the way he was taught in the service.

Then he said to Serinina, “You're going to kick my ass; aren’t you?” Matthew didn't care if she kicked his ass. He wouldn't feel emasculated by being defeated badly by a fifteen-year-old girl that had as extensive combat training as she had. There was no shame in this at all.

Serinina smiled sweetly to him, “It’s likely. No one in my old world could beat me in the blade. I was the best there was, and that's why the assassins forged me this blade with their finest metal they had, as a family heirloom to keep. I almost single handily routed my sister's entire army with the blade.”

Matthew laughed and said, “I don’t stand a chance.” He shook his head in wonder.

He lunged at her trying to get to her neck. Serinina effortlessly parred the swing and redirected his lung directly into the ground. He was thrown over and found himself on his back, staring up into her smiling face as she held her blade to his throat.

“That was very stupid,” Matthew laughed. No more wild lunges. Wild lunges were only for use against inexperienced fighters that didn’t know how to counter them. Lunges could quickly end a fight if they had no experience against it. Serinina clearly had experience. He just wanted to see how good Serinina was. Matthew had his answer.

Matthew held back this time. He executed carefully controlled strikes that would not be as easy to redirect. This was how to fight a trained fighter. Serinina held back, waiting for an opening, but Matthew was not going to give her any opportunities to exploit this time.

Then Serinina felt tired of playing with her victim and went in with an impossibly quick series of feints. Matthew was bewildered and didn't know what had happened. Serrinina shot in faking a series of strikes to his face and chest. Then she grabbed his wrist, and Matthew cried out in pain as she twisted and locked his arm. Serinina backed away, holding Matthews's blade in her hand, smiling at him.

Matthew held his injured wrists and cursed loudly. “What in the hell did you do?”

“I disarmed your knife.” Serinina looked afraid, “I am sorry. I didn't mean to be so rough, are you alright?”

Matthew held his wrist, “I think it's just sprained a little. I thought I was doing well against you, and you just chose the time to end it. Damn you are good, I am alright Serinina. How did you do that?”

“My training was extensive,” Serinina replied. “I had years of training with the most lethal assassins in the entire world. I had a single-minded goal to kill my sister all that time. How do you think I defeated an entire army of swordsmen and pikemen my sister sent. But please don’t feel bad.” The girl pleaded.

“I don’t, I was just shocked at how quickly you did that. I figured I was holding my own, and you just chose the time to end it. I knew I didn’t stand a chance in hell against you. Perhaps you can teach me how you did that.”

“I would be happy to.” Serinina smiled so sweetly. “I am happy I found you.”

Then the door opened, and a young boy walked in. Serinina heard Matthew shout, “Hi Adam. Welcome back.”

Serinina looked at the boy who seemed to be no older than ten. The boy looked a lot like she looked at ten. Matthew looked at the girl and said, “That is my son Adam. He just turned ten, and he does not know your language.”

The small boy with dark hair walked up to Serinina and smiled such a sweet boyish smile. “Dad told me that you are my new big sis. Welcome, what is her name again, Dad?” He asked, unsure, “I forgot.”

“Her name is Serinina.”

“Hi, Serinina.” Adam quipped.

Serinina looked down at this small defenseless boy and suddenly felt a strong protective instinct kick in. She felt a powerful and uncontrollable need to protect and love this young child. She was the older sister now, and it was her job to protect and love her younger brother. It wasn't her job to exploit him or use him for some end. She could never feel envy for the boy's relationship with his father. That was just a natural thing for a father to feel more close with his son than his daughter, and she could never feel envy or hatred over that fact. She knew in her heart that Matthew would also love and protect her.

Ghostly memories of Patinia filled her memories. Her elder sister's cruel look of envy and hatred as she glared down at him wearing his crown, now suddenly having achieved everything she ever wanted at his expense. Then her loud shout to the crowd, “There is no longer a male heir. Serin is now female, and she is my younger sister. I am the rightful heir.”

Then Serinina remembered all of the times she mocked and mistreated her. All of the cruelty and humiliation patinia inflicted on her after turning HIM female and mocking her for being her new sex. This was something she would never do to this boy. She was going to make sure she was the greatest older sister this boy could ever want.

Serinina struggled with the modern language and said poorly to the young boy looking up at her, “Thank you, Adam.” It was now her job to protect him and make sure nothing would ever hurt this boy. Serinina reached out and wrapped her arms around Adam. She pulled the boy tightly into her embrace. “You are my new little brother. I love you, Adam.” She whispered into his ear.

The boy struggled in the sudden unexpected tight embrace from this strange older girl. The girl whispered in his ear that she loved him. He felt the truth to that statement. Serinina let him go and knelt down to his face and took his hand. She said in his language, “I will protect you.” Her eyes showed him that she was serious. She did feel so much love toward him.“From what,” The boy replied, unsure.

Serinina looked at Matthew and said in old English, “Tell Adam its an older siblings job to protect and love the younger.”

Matthew laughed, knowing where this sudden protectiveness was coming from. He turned to his son and replied, “Serinina feels it's her job to protect you because she is the older sister.”

The boy shrugged. This was weird. “Um, thanks, sis.” Then he went to his room and laid on his bed.

“Did I scare him?” Serinina asked.

“Maybe just a little. But Adam is brilliant and loving, and I think he will be glad he has such a protective older sister,” replied Matthew. “I understand this is coming from the way your Patinea treated you. But you don’t have to answer for that.”

“I’m not answering for that,” Serinina replied. “I simply want to protect my new family. I will do my duty.”

Matthew laughed. But he understood that in this girl's royal family, the duty to family was critical. It was above any other personal concern. Which was what led to what happened to Serin. It was felt that Serin failed his duty, and they wanted to punish him and make sure his failure didn't affect them. Serin failed in nothing. He was just young and facing the death of his father, and the sudden realization that the entire weight of the Kingdom now laid on his shoulders. His family should have rallied to help him cope with it. But they betrayed him. Matthew replied, “You are a child, your only duty is to learn all you can and be a good kid. It's my job to protect Adam. I am glad you are feeling the way you do. But that’s my duty. And unlike your dad Gerik. I will fulfill my duty to my son and my duty to you.”

Serinina unexpectedly leaped into Matthews's arms.

Matthew embraced Seriina and felt slightly disturbed by this girl's overly emotional reactions to the slightest show of affection. But then he remembered how this girl was treated by her own family and how starved she must have felt for any affection at all. So this wasn't so disturbing after all. Serinina really needed someone to show that they cared for her.

“serinina,
I need to tell you something. And don't worry, there's nothing bad, so don't get alarmed.” Matthew carefully explained.

Serinina looked up at Matthew and replied, “Okay. I won't get alarmed. What?”

“I realized how bad I am at teaching,” He explained. “This morning, when I was trying to teach you English. So, I found some people that I think can help you must better than I could. They are teachers, but they are also something more.” Matthew explained and waited for her to understand.

“More, what are they?” Serinina inquired, feeling so confused.

“Well,” Matthew said, trying to find the right words in her language and his to explain. “Not to put it lightly. I may as well say it. This is a mother and daughter. And they come from a clan of witches. They call themselves witches. But they really aren't. They study many of the old world arts, and they call themselves Wiccans, and they come from a large family that they tend to call themselves gypsies too. But these are two witches.”

Serinina smiled a little. “There are witches here too? How are they treated?”

“They are much different than they were in your world,” Matthew explained. “We accept them. Their worship isn't illegal. They aren't hunted. And to be truthful, most people don't even believe they have any power at all.”

Serinina scoffed. “That's not much different. We didn't believe in them either unless you were in the Hekatin. I grew up as a boy thinking all of those stories and prophecies were children's tales. That came back to bite me.” She said sarcastically. “The stories were true. And they changed me. So most people don't believe in them, but they aren't hunted, and their worship isn't illegal. What do they really do?”

“Not much really,” Matthew replied. “They read cards, tell us our future, and it's all so vague. Most people laugh at what Wiccans say they can do. But they know your language, and they say they know about your world. They want to keep the old world alive. But, I think facing someone like you, you may think they are just a joke. Please don't offend them.”

“DO you believe I am a witch?” Serinina asked, hopefully.

“I don't know,” Matthew said. “Your story says you are, can you explain that part.”

“I am a very powerful witch,” Serinina said. “I started studying with the Hekatin three or so months after my transformation into a girl. I started studying after the prompting of one of the male wizards of the war god mars. I was asking him to transform me back, but he said body transformations were way beyond what they could do. My only hope was to become a witch and study the Hekatin. So I did, and I found I had a skill for it all. I advanced very rapidly in the arts, and I became a master at it. My power far exceeded even the most powerful witches.”

“And what could you do?” Matthew inquired, wondering.

“A lot of things. For starters, I opened a portal from the sixth century to now and went through. I escaped the invasions and the witch hunters of the Saxons. And I can do so much more. Do you want to see?”

“Sure,” Matthew replied. Really wondering what this girl could do.

Serinina focused, and she still felt the power of the goddess in this world. She was still entombed. Serinina focused and reached for the power. Then she sang a phrase in the ancient language of the goddess and showed Matthew. Her golden power flowed through her body from her hair, which sparkled and snapped in the air down her arms to her fingertips. Her entire body surged with immense power. Then serinina reached out and pushed out. A blast of wind hit Matthew and knocked him back. Then Serinina sang some more, and a cup of water appeared in her hands, and she drank. Serinina shut the power down and waited.

Matthew watched. He was so stunned. “I doubt any Wiccans can do that.” He said sarcastically. He smirked. “But that's so cool, Serinina.

It was sad that much of the arts of the old world have been lost. “And that's only a fraction of what I can do. This can make me stronger and faster than any man. This is why my sister as King could wear heavy armor and handle a huge two-handed great sword at seventeen and eighteen, and fight with the army. Otherwise, there wasn’t much of a chance. It really hurt me when she did that and mocked me for not being able to handle that sword she took from me. I had not studied yet. I didn’t study until she went on her campaign against the Ansley's. She was so cruel to me.” Serinina felt a tear run down her cheek.

There was a knock at the door and Matthews's eyebrow questioning at Serinina, and he said, “One of those duties are coming up. Let's go meet your guests.”

Matthew led Serinina to the door, and he opened it. An older woman and a younger girl that was about Serininas age were revealed as the door was opened.

These women looked very different from the others he had seen in this society. The older woman wore a traditional flowing gown, much like she was dressed in, and she had a corset on. Her hair was seriously done, and her face wore a heavy coat of makeup to make her look stern and authoritative. The attention this older woman paid to detail was something rare. The younger girl didn't have a corset on, but her hair was styled and curled and had the same look in her face.

Matthew introduced the ladies in her language, “Serinina, this is Sharon and her daughter Aethel. They are what we call mystics in the old world arts. The religion they follow is mostly dead in today's world. But they do what they can to keep it alive.”

Serinina saw that the older woman was wearing a gold pendant on Sharon's neck. The pendent had some script in the language of the goddess. Serinina's eyebrow rose in excitement. She said, “The Hekatin exists in this time?”

The woman asked, confused, “What is she talking about?”

“You are Hekatin,” Serinina explained, hoping they understood. “Our goddess Prognita, You wear her pendant on your neck. Prognita is her name in her language.”

Sharon looked more confused than ever. “I don’t know what she is talking about. This is the pendant of our family, and we really don’t know what these symbols mean. And I never heard of the Hekatin.”

Serinina looked very sad. These were pretenders, and they had no clue about the goddess, or the religion they are espousing. But perhaps that was a starting point. At least they knew her language exists. “my adopted father says you can help me adapt to live in today's world?”

“Yes,” Matthew replied. “These know your language, and they know ours, they will help you adapt. They know your ancient arts so I guessed they could help you.”

Serinina looked doubtful. They didn’t know anything about the ancient arts. The women just liked to think they did. Perhaps she could teach Sharon the real arts. Serinina smiled. “Good, I know I need help.”

Aethel was holding a large bag of clothes. “These clothes are for you, Serinina. Let's get you out of that corset and gown and get you dressed like this century teenager, and then we can go shopping to get you new clothes. Follow me, show me your bedroom.”

Serinina led Aethel into her bedroom. Aethel began unlacing the heavy gown and helped her take it off. Then she began unlacing tight corset. Aethel said as she unlaced Serininas corset. “Your dad told me you came from a different time when women wore shit like this. So I am not surprised. I can't believe you all wore this.”

“It was the rules, we were forced to wear this,” Serinina said sadly. “We had no choice. Some women refused if they were powerful enough to get away with it. But they had to be powerful enough that no one dared question them. My sister, who took the crown. The rest of us were laced in these crushing corsets and gowns we could hardly move in.”

“You don’t have to wear this anymore. Here are some clothes for you to wear. Just choose what you want to put on.”

Serinina took the clothes out of the bag and examined them all. There were jean skirts, tight-fitting jeans, tops and T-shirts, and various undergarments that were alien to Serinina. Almost everything was foreign to her.

She held up a tiny pair of cotton panties and asked, “What is this?”

“Those are underwear, you silly,” Aethel replied with a smile. “I know you are used to these thick bloomers, or you wear nothing at all. But this is what we wear today.”

Then Serinina darkened into an embarrassing shade of red. “They are pretty, but we often wear those thick bloomers, so we don't get messy. What do you do in today's world when you get your monthly visit from the red queen.”

Aethel took a small package from her purse held it up for Serinina. “then we use these.” Aethel held it up and gave it to Serinina. “So we don’t have to worry about it. I know you are used to those huge rags you had to use. We have advanced. Is it your time now?”

Serinina shook her head, “Should be another week, but I didn't understand why you wear stuff so tight. Even when Patinea started wearing pants, she had to watch it. How do those tiny things work.”

Aethel showed Serinina the small packaged applicator and unwrapped it and showed her a small cylindrical tube. “This is called a tampon. It is very absorbent, and this is what we use today. You see, we just insert it into us, and it absorbs the flow. We have to replace it every hour or every few hours, depending on how heavy it is that day. You can get them at any store. I will show you." And Aethel demonstrated how to use the tampon and Serinina understood. Then Aethel asked, "So how did you deal with it in your time?"

Serinina made a face. It was such a horror at first she tried to forget. "It was a devastating thing that I wasn't prepared for at all."

Athel knew but didn't want to reveal what she knew. She simply nodded and replied, "I can imagine how it was for you."

Serinina didnt know how to reply to that. She began to suspect that Aethel knew. But she continued, "We simply put blood moss in our underwear to adsorb it all. Then I was shown how to put some spices or herbs in a satchel and put in between my cleavage to mask the odor."

Aethel made a face, "You put Moss in your underwear?"

"Yes, thats how we dealt with it."

Now let's find something for you to put on.”

Serinina held a sexy white lacy pushup bra and figured how to put it on. She struggled to hook the back in. “These feels so much different than the corset, but I still feel its support.” Serinina chose a pair of hip-hugging skinny jeans and a colorful teeshirt.

Serinina finished her new look with a pair of two-inch pink pumps and walked down the steps to meet her father.

He giggled and said, “You no longer look like you came from the sixth century.”

Sharon said,” Let's get the sixth centuries teenager this centuries wardrobe. I will pay for her. Let's show her what a mall is.”

Sharon took the two younger girls into her car, and they took off to the nearest mall.

Aethel was too curious for her nature and just had to ask. “Serinina. I am very interested. Were you really a boy?” She just didn’t believe it at all.

“How could I be a boy? Who told you that? Did Matthew tell you,” Serinina couldn’t believe he would betray her like that?

Aethel shook her head, “No, he just said you were from another time. He told us your name, and we know stuff from the old world. We know the name Serinina. It is very famous, and that was the name of the famous and powerful boy princess. And since you are here, I want to know, were you a boy that was changed into a girl?”

Why did this keep coming up? Serinina was starting to get very frustrated. And there was the fact that Aethel seemed very fascinated by the possibility that she used to be a boy that was forced and transformed against his will. “Yes,” Serinina admitted. “I used to be a boy. Does this amuse you, Aethel? I thought you were going to help me, not mock me.” She said acidly.

“Yes, I will help you, Serinina,” Athel replied defensively. “I want us to be friends. It does amuse me.” Aethel admitted. “And I don't know how such a thing can be possible. Mother, can you imagine a witch having such a power?”

Sharon replied, “No, never. These witches were dealing with powers far beyond anything we can ever imagine. I don't see how it is possible at all.”

“You don't even know the ancient language,” Serinina told them. “You don't even know the name of the goddess even if you are wearing it on your neck. This lack of knowledge is something we are going to have to fix, and I am just the girl to do it.”

“We would welcome your help,” Sharon told Serinina. “We have a small school in our clan where we help and teach younger kids in the art of witchcraft.”

“You,” Sarinina said doubtfully. “You, actually….have a school…...to teach witchcraft.” Serinina couldn't keep the smile off her face.

“Yes, to teach the girls in our clan.”

Serinina began laughing uncontrollably. “You all have a school, oh my goddess this is funny. Id love to see what Falconet would think if she could see what you all teach, what do you teach them?”

Sharon started to feel insulted by Sderininas laughing. “Cards, tarot, astrology, and some of the mind things we do like to predict the future for people, or things like that.”

Serinina got control of herself. “I am sorry this is just so funny. Have any of you heard of the ritual of feminine power?”

“No, what is that,” both women asked.

“Oh my goddess, prognita save me. I really have my work cut out for me now. I went to school to learn witchcraft. It was a fight to get in. They still wanted to think of me as a boy when I wasn’t. The ritual was always the first step. Then we had to learn about the power that flowed around. We learned about the starts, their names, and the constellations. It was mind-numbingly boring, but we had to learn it because that's where the power flowed from. Then we learned about the goddess, the language she gave us, and all of that. Once we get done at this mall you talk about, we will go back, and I will show you what real power is. And then you can get started helping me learn about our culture. And I will try to teach you about the old ways.”

Then Aethel said, “And I want you to tell me all about how you were a boy and what all happened.”

“No,” Serinina replied. “Please, I really don't want to think about it. Aethel, many girls, enjoyed what happened to me. It was so amusing to them, and fascinating that a boy could be forced to live their life and suffer what they suffered.”

“Suffer,” Aethel replied doubtfully, “How is this suffering?”

Sharon spoke up, “Aethel, you read Patineas book and didn't you read the part where she describes the culture she was raised in. The priests, the hunters, the laws, and restrictions imposed on women in that time? Did you miss it all?”

“And did you forget me saying we were forced to wear that corset, there were many restrictions, and we were punished if we violated them. Well, not me, I lived as a boy in that culture, I was changed, and Patinea took control and destroyed all of those old laws. But she still had them placed on me after I was changed by royal decree. Those were no longer laws for every girl as those decrees were only for me, to show me what how they lived. The girls loved it.”

“Serinina,” Aethel said sadly, “It does not amuse me. Your story made me very sad,but I am curious about it all. Patinea made me very angry when she described what she did to you. She must have also felt her sex was suffering. But even in those harsh conditions, I really doubt many females felt their sex was a suffering. Sure, you did. She did her best to write some parts from your point of view, and you were very sad. I simply want to know, and I don't want to insult you.”

“Thank you,” Serinnia replied. Then they pulled into a large mall and got out of the car. Sharon told the two teens, “Let's go to Khols, Serinina should be able to find some things there, and then we can go to the more exclusive places. You will see what we mean.”

“What kinds of girl are you? And we will find the clothes for you.” Sharon asked Serinina.

A tear ran down her face as she whimpered. “No one ever asked me that before. I was simply told what kind of girl I was to be and forced into it. I was to be a quiet, submissive girl living in my big sister's shadow, always submissive and no threat.”

Sharon laughed, “That was her big mistake. No one can tell a girl how to live. Force and intimidation can only work so far, but we want to find our own way. When she tried to make you into the most harmless submissive girl she could, she was abusing you. She should have known that was a mistake, and it would backfire in her face just like when you and your father tried to force her into a role she hated. Women need the freedom to find our own way, so do you want pretty skirts and dresses or jeans?”

serinina headed for the pretty dresses and giggled. “I like dresses now. Let's go find some gorgeous dresses. But why are some of them so tight?”

“We like to show our curves these days,” Aethel replied. “It's not illegal anymore, and there are no hunters. Are those what you want to wear?”

“Yeah, can I try some of them on?”

They got Serinina measured and found the appropriate size of dress for her. She wanted a very tight body-hugging dress, and she went into the dressing room. Aethel helped her into the dress and walked out. Sharon agreed, and Serinina went in to remove it.

The Sharon said, “You can have it. Now let's find some better clothes for every day, and for school. That is a gown you wear for like a date, or a party.”

Serinina found some regular skirts girls wore and some hip-hugging jeans and put them in. She got some nice tops to wear.

Then Serinina was measured for a bra. Sharon knew Serinina was going to be big. Even the descriptions in the book described how difficult it was carrying that extra weight. The breasts were so large they burst through his boy's top during the initial transformation. And many parts of her book described her difficulty adapting to having such enormous breasts.

And Serinina standing there, they knew she was huge. The woman took Serinina into a private cubicle and had her remove her top. Then she began measuring her. It was no surprise when the woman said, “Serinina is a thirty-two f.”

It was going to be difficult finding bras in that size. Many stores carried sizes A through D. Two D if they were lucky.

But Serinina was lucky that day, there were a few bras for that size. There weren't many, and none of the really sexy pushup bras girls liked to wear. Serinina was very sad about that.

But they loaded the cart with undergarments and then found the shoes.

They had about got Serinina a full wardrobe for a modern girl. Serinina even insisted on a pair of five-inch stilettoes.

The women loaded the trunk and drove off. “There shouldn't be anyone at our place right now, let's take Serinina there so she can show us what she can really do.”

Serinina agreed, but she was still doubtful if she could pull any of this off. Sharon took them to a small house outside of the town, and it was mostly empty now.

Serinina went into the small empty building. “The girls usually come in the morning. I am still doubtful about all of this Serinina.”

“Okay,” Serinina replied and started signing a chant in the language of the goddess. Aethel and Sharon watched as the golden power began flowing through the girl. Her hair sparked as the energy flowed through her to her fingertips. Then Serinina walked outside and blew a tree over with a massive blast of wind she sent out of her hand. Then she made it rain for a few brief minutes.

Sharon said sarcastically, “With this kind of power, I have little doubt a group of women together could fully transform a boy. Serinina, I am so sorry they felt it was acceptable. This is why those men feared such power returning to the world. And they were proven right to fear it. I am not sure if this power belongs to this world Serinina. It destroyed your life, are you really sure you want to reintroduce it into today's world.”

Chapter 3

Serinina was back home wearing her pants and top again. She had just remembered that she had not been allowed to wear pants in over a thousand years. Since the humiliating and traumatic coronation that her sister stole from her, and from then on, forced her to wear dresses. She had not been allowed pants. This was the first time she wore pants again.

But her mind was consumed by the magic debate now. She told Sharon that she did indeed want to reintroduce magic into this world. Serinina disagreed with Sharon that this power didn't belong in the world. But there had to be some way to even the score. If only one sex had this power, it tilted society too much in that direction and made the other side helpless and angry. Serinina felt it

Serinina wanted men also to have the power, and then she thought of Adam. Was such a thing possible? This was something that she was going to have to find out. She didn’t want to frighten the boy in any way, and she swore she would never hurt him. And she also vowed never to use him. She also wanted to ensure that no one would ever use him, and Serinina has personal experience with women who were so vindictive and hateful with magic that they had no qualms over destroying an innocent boy. If she was going to reintroduce real magic to the world, she wanted to ensure the men she loved were protected. She had to see if there was any way she could grant a boy this power first.

Then there was another thing to consider. This was a feminine power, and only by strengthening Serininas connection to her femininity allowed her to unleash the power. She had to totally surrender her masculinity to use the power. The boys who were granted this power had to use their femininity to unlock it. This was unacceptable. She wanted to see Adam grow up to be a strong man. He shouldn't have to surrender it to be granted the power to protect himself. But now she had a problem. That was the way this power worked. She was now thinking of trying to alter the very nature of this magic itself so a boy could unleash it without surrendering his masculinity. How was this possible? Was it even possible

Then Serinina determined that if this were not possible, she would not reintroduce magic into today's society. Serinina would refuse to teach it unless she could teach it to boys.

This would require a lot of study on her part. And since she could no longer visit the great Library of Guanether anymore. Serinina had to think about what she already knew, and she was lucky she had such an impressive memory.

So Serinina spent the better part of the evening just going though what she already knew about the nature of this power. There had to be a way to do what she wanted. But then she began to form an idea in her head. She needed many people to help her with this, so Serinina started to make her plans.

Xxxxxxx

Aanya had been called to Patineas office this morning while she was preparing for the day. SO she got herself dressed and was waiting outside of the King's personal office. She was remembering all of the times she had done this with her husband, Gerric, long ago.

Then she started remembering how this had all happened. None of this was supposed to happen this time. But first, Patinea had killed her adoptive family and allied with the darkness to retake the throne. Edwyn was on the throne. Serin was supposed to be his ally to repel the attack, but Serin now returned to Serinina had turned at the last moment and took her army to Patinea. It must have really angered her, but the last thing Serinina wanted to do was ally with her sister. And that was a sight to behold as the two marched on the capital.

But the one person Serinina hated more than her sister at the time was the Goddess herself. Edwyn was the son of the Goddess, and that was who she blamed for the destruction of her entire life. She swore never to see the Goddess ever be restored. So the two sisters allied and marched on the capital together under Lilith. They destroyed Edwyn's army and Serinina, installed Patinea as the King once again. Serinina had an ace to pull, and she turned on Lilith now that Lilith was no longer of any use. Serinina used her power and battled Lilith, and finally destroyed her once and for all. Beings of Liliths power cant really be destroyed, but she was sent back to her own realm.

Patinea had returned to the religion of the Goddess much to Serinina's anger. Aanya was there to hear Serininas very stern warning to Patinea not to wast her forces on the priests. Serinina said the Goddess must never be released to the land, and she would never allow it. Patinea was always so headstrong and refused to listen. She took her army up to the mountain to try to retake the final fortress of the priests.

And they were all shocked to see Serinina there alone, outside of the refortified walls adorned in glorious shimmering armor that rivaled Patineas armor and holding a giant massive sword in her hand. Serinina wasn't there as her sister's ally now. She was there to fight for the priests and how she accomplished that was beyond Aanyas understanding. Serinina was wearing a cruel bloodlust expression on her face. But it was amazing and horrifying to see Serinina there singlehandedly destroying what was left of the royal army. And to their horror, Serinnia flew the flag of Denae on top of the final fortress. The symbol of her family and the last King. And the final heir to the family. The sun hawk flying over the fortress, and she was there as a woman totally destroying Patinea's army. None of Patinea's army got close to her. Her stricks were so lightning fast. And she used her power to throw or crush anyone else. The army was destroyed and forced to retreat.

And now here they stood. The kingdom's army was broken.

The door opened, and Aanya was summoned in, and Aanya walked through to see a defeated and crushed Patinea.

She signed, ” Mother, what am I supposed to do now? I even have Actonia. But she is no use without her power. I have no money, no resources to raise another army. And we know what is coming.”

Actonia, without her power, wasn't of much use. But she said, strained and defeated. “I saw so many visions at that time. I could hardly comprehend many of them, but we knew it was along shot, but it was the only one at the time. But transforming Serin was a long shot, and there were only a few outcomes in which she could be happy as a girl. She was unhappy in most of them. And she was this angry in some of them, and it turned into a disaster in which she would do anything to destroy us. That's the one that happened. I didn't know it at the time, but we weren't supposed to force and hurt her. She was supposed to find her own way, and she would find her way to us. Serin was a good soul who always wanted to do what was right. But forcing and crushing her the way we did, turned her against us, and against the Goddess. We were never supposed to do that. But in that outcome, she was still seen to be happy in the end, but we would have been different. The Goddess had a great reward for Serin, but not so much for us for what we did. What we were supposed to do was work together with Serin to restore the Goddess. I didn’t know that Serin's assistance was vital to restore the Goddess. That's something I never knew. I always saw the final son and heir of the Denae throne as our enemy we had to crush, so he was never a threat. That was our big mistake.”

Then suddenly, Aanya began thrashing around her chair, and gagging. Patinea thought Serinina was gone. But it seemed that whenever people started choking out of no where, Serinina was there causing it. She found that out fast when all of her guards died one day. Serin returning to Serinina was a political statement to her that day. She had returned to darkness, this was a life imposed on her against her will. And this was what she was going to be to spite and destroy the goddess/ the form the Goddess gave her was the form she was going to use to spite, and defeat the Goddess.

Xxxxx

Serinina had found the answer and decided to make contact once more with her sister and her family though time. Serinina had given Patinea the orb and the gems she could use to make contact whenever it was needed. So she placed another orb in front of her and chanted the spell in the ancient language and focused her mind on the orb, and it made contact with the other orb from before the invasion. She felt Patinea talking with her mother, Aanya in the king's office. So then Serinina focused on Aanya's presence, and created a ring around her mother's throat and tightened her fist. She felt Aanya choking wildly. Then she made her presence known and created a projection of her enlarged face above the Desk. Serinina had her princess crown over her head. She spoke to them, “Send Aanya out. I have no interest in a woman who felt so little concern for the welfare of her son; she was willing to sacrifice him. Get her out of my sight now!”

The choking ceased, and Aanya was ushered out in tears.

Then Serinina mocked, “I can see you have trouble arent you. I warned you against sending what remained of your army to that fortress. You refused to listen. You have no options left. This is the end.”

“So are you here to mock us,” Patinea said in anger.

“A little. We could have worked together, that's how it was supposed to be, wasn't it Actonia?” Serinina said.

“Yes, none of us knew it, but that's how it was supposed to be. I know what we were meant to do, and I am so sorry for what we did.” Actonia said sadly. “We betrayed our own ideals in turning you and then abusing you. None of us knew that you would turn to us if we let you find your own way. It never occurred to us, but we betrayed the Goddess and our ideals in abusing you as a woman. Serinina, did you know
that the Goddess had an enormous reward in store for you for your loyalty, if you remained with us even after all of our abuse? Do you have any idea what she was going to bestow on you?”

“No,” Serinina stated. “And I don't care either. She did this to me and expected me to be happy. I don't know how you ever saw me happy as a woman after everything you all did. How could I ever have been happy after all of the abuse and suffering you inflicted. Actonia, that's so stupid. The Goddess cursed me, and cursed my entire life.”

“No, she didn't,” Actonia said firmly. “That was us, not the Goddess. Turning you was the will of the Goddess, but you could have been happy if it wasn't for our anger we inflicted on you. We should never have done that, and then you would have found your way to happiness. You still could have, but it was much less likely after what we did. But, Patinea was still going to be King. But it wasn't going to mean much after the Goddess was restored, and her new order began being implemented across the world. And that was going to be your duty. You were going to be in charge of the efforts to restore the goddess rule across the world. Something like the emperor. Even Patinea was going to have to kneel toward you. I bet you didn't know that did ya. I saw it. But you turned on her, ensuring she was never going to rise. And you left us at a critical point. You still could have helped and resisted the Saxons. But you abandoned us. Now we have no hope. Why have you contacted us?”

“I plan on restoring the Goddess. I have gathered supporters, and I will be in charge.”

“Are you serious,” Actonia inquired doubtfully.

“Yes, I still feel her presence after over a thousand years. But, I need some information, and I think it is possible. Can boys have the power of the Goddess?”

“I don't see how,” Actonia replied.

“I believe they can, and I think I have found a way and not what I did with your brother, or as myself as Serin using my feminine side. I believe a man can do it using his masculinity. In the beginning, I found that the Goddess had male followers and men in high positions. But they were betrayed by the female followers who forced the men out and subjugated them. All that resulted in was the Goddess turning on her followers, seeing the uprising and revolt that followed. And that was what was you were trying to do, and it doomed the first followers of the Goddess. The Goddess could not be restored in your time. None of you really believed in her ways of equality and justice. You were all unworthy. Especially you Actonia with your cruelty and brutality. And you Patinea, was more worthy in that you allowed men to serve in positions of power. But you brutalized me.”

Patinea was in tears, “I am sorry, Serinina, I know how wrong I was to do it now.”

“Its all too late for you. Your fate is sealed.”

“Where is my brother Jerric?” Actonia asked.

“I had him sent here so he would not be killed in the invasion. I think he's one of the sons of the gypsies. I will continue his training if I can find a way to train regular boys without requiring them to unleash their feminine force. And I think it's possible. Can you show me how to summon the Goddess, Actonia, please? I need to know.”

“That is very difficult, but here is what you need.” Then Actonia explained what kinds of stones and gems he needed and the spells to link them. Then how to purify the ground he was going to summon the Goddess on and the spell required to summon the Goddess.

“Thank you, Actonia. And I am still not sorry. None of you have any idea how bad you hurt me. I am not sorry at all.

The Actonia asked right before Serinina was going to cut contact, “I had one other reoccurring vision before you took my power. I had a vision of your image on walls and posters, and people were calling you the new Iron Lady. And you were wearing armor in those posters raising your fist. People there seemed to love you, and you were in some sort of election. They called you the Iron Lady. But what does that mean?”

Serinina shook her head, “I have no clue. But I have plans to make here. Thanks for helping me.”

That talk was useful, Serinina thought to herself. She still planned to unleash a lot of her anger at the goddess and demand answers once and for all. And the Goddess knew that Serinina was her final hope to be released.
Serinina made a few calls and then went into the living room where her father was sitting on his sofa.

Serinina approached and got Matthews's attention. “Can we talk for a few?” She asked

Matthew looked over at her. “Sure, I sense you are having a serious problem. Is it anything I can help you with?”

“No, but I want to tell you about it when the time is right. It is about the magic, and this is a big issue. Would you mind if I worked with Adam on it?”

Matthew got defensive, “Adam, why on him?”

“Its just something I want to know if it's possible. I don't even know if it's possible. I won't hurt him, I promise, I simply want to know.” Serinina pleaded. Matthew agreed and called the boy in.

Adam came walking into the living room, wondering why his father called him. He saw his adapted sister standing then and asked, “What did you want?”

“Serinina had something she wants to ask you. Do you mind?” Matthew asked his son.

The boy shrugged. “Sure, no problem. What's up?” He looked up at his older sister that he still wasn't sure about.

She had learned a lot more about the language they spoke here. Sharon was amazed at how quickly Serinina could pick things up. Serinina looked at Adam and said in his language, “Adam, there's something I need to know. And I want you to know something about me. Your dad said it's okay, and I will never hurt you. But, I am a witch.”

Adam laughed, “Witches aren't real.”

Serinina looked into Adams's eyes. She reached out with her mind to connect with his. She said nothing. Her mind locked with his, and she said into his mind, “Do you want to bet.”

Matthew heard nothing. Adam heard her speak directly into his mind, and he screamed in fear. He clung to his father when Serinina spoke more softly, “Please don't be afraid of me, Adam. I dearly love you, and I will never hurt you. This is simply the power that I have. I wanted you know. Please don't be afraid.”

Adam approached Serinina and said in his mind, “It was just a shock. Can you hear my thoughts too?”

Serinina roared, “Yes, I can. It's cool, isn't it.”

Then she looked at Matthew and said, “I have learned what I can. And I can bestow the gift to Adam. He doesn't have it, but I think I can, if it's okay with you, Matthew.”

Adam smiled at the thought of having this. Matthew was more hesitant. And he asked, “Why would you want to bestow it on Adam, what is this all about?”

“You know my history, you read it all.” Serinina pointed out. “And its dangerous for only one sex to have this. It makes the other sex helpless and angry. If I am going to reintroduce this power to this world after over a thousand years. I also want to teach boys to use it. Or I will refuse. I don't want boys like Adam to be helpless against girls who have it. I want boys to be able to defend themselves.”

“that makes sense. Okay, I will let you,” Matthew replied. “Adam, will you accept it?”

Adam shrugged. “Of course, thanks. What do I have to do.”

Serinina said, “Nothing really. It's up to me. So let me connect with you again.” Serinina knelt down to Adams's level and put her hands on both sides of the boy's face. She looked deeply into his eyes as she reached out with her mind to connect with his.

She said into Adams's mind, “Relax, I promise I will never hurt you. I am going to bestow a great gift to you. You only have to let me.”

“Okay,” The boy said with his mind. Serinina reached deeply into Adams's mind and saw everything. She saw his memories, she saw the love he was starting to form for Serinina. She saw the functions in his brain that controlled his thoughts, his movements, his memories, and his functions. Then she saw the space reserved for the spark that girls usually had. She focused on him hard and forced into that area within the back of his mind and began forming that spark in Adams's mind. It was a brilliant charge that she bestowed into his mind that created his connection with the Goddess in which she could channel her power into him. It was only the beginning. The rest would be up to him and her to teach him how. He cried out as the charge formed in his brain, allowing him to connect with the Goddess.He knew what it was and accepted it.

Matthew was concerned as Adam cried out in pain when Adam said gently, “Don't worry, she is only giving me this thing. I am accepting it, and it was a little painful having something put in my head.

“It is done,” Serinina said, amazed that she was able to bestow such a gift on anyone. But the problem was it was a feminine spark reserved for females. That was the only thing she knew. But once she learned more, she could help reform it into a male spark a boy could use. But she needed to have a talk with the Goddess for that. “Adam now has the power, and I can begin teaching him, but there is still a problem, and I want to have a big meeting for that. So I want you, Matthew, Adam, and I told Sharon we will be coming, and I want to see all of the Wiccan and their children. This is something I need to tell them all. And I need to get there.”

Matthew got them ready, and his children got into the car. They took off for Sharon's place. She owned a large manor built on in an area of twenty acres of forest and land. Serinina knew she was going to have to be strong in this.

She knew what she needed now as Matthew pulled his car into the driveway of Sharon's place and parked off to the side.

Serinina saw the families of the clan gathering and wondering why Sharon called them all there. But Serinina went into the forest to gather what she needed. She found the gems and the stones that she needed for the incantation she was going to do and then spent a few extra minutes purifying the stones and enchanting them with the power of the Goddess.

It was about time, so she went to the open field where the families were beginning to gather, and she selected an area and started the ritual.

The families saw her place the strange stones in a sort of circle around the chosen area. Then she knelt down and placed some of the other stones in and began chanting softly to purify the area of all corruption and evil. The people were wondering what she was really doing. They had no clue.

Then they were shocked when she began chanting louder in the ancient language, and they saw the stones glow and link with eachother to create a boundary around them for the Goddess to arrive when she was ready. It all connected directly to the spirit of the Goddess Prognita.

Everything was ready to begin. Calling the Goddess was for later. She needed to start this meeting that she called. So Serinina faced the people that had arrived. Jerric's new family had arrived. Serinina spoke, “Jerric, how are you doing in this time?” She spoke modern English now.

The boy's eyes rose and met Serinina. “I am doing well, thanks for asking Serinina. I can see you are still in a leadership position here. You were born for it. I was wondering how you were doing.”

Serinina held out her hand and asked, “Can you come to me, Jerric. I would like you to be with me when I speak to them. I have something important that I need to tell them.”

Jerric walked toward Serinina. They were roughly the same age, but Jerric was still very small and effeminate for a boy of fifteen. She whispered in Jerric's ear, “I am so sorry for what I did. I know I can never take it back.”

“It is alright,” Jerric replied. “I am still a boy, even if I am a small boy with some female attributes. It was all because of my sister. It was torture for her watching me grow in my power that she could no longer touch. And she met a fitting end, so I hear. I am glad you had me leave.”

Serinina turned to the crowd and spoke loudly. “Sharon and I had a major disagreement. I am a mighty witch, and so is Jerric under my personal instruction. And after I displayed my power, Sharon told me that the power did not belong in this world. I disagreed and planned on teaching this skill to children in your school. I went home that night and began planning on how to achieve that to make a new generation of real hekatin. But the more I considered it, the more I saw I would be creating a problem. And that problem is that this power I have is one only females can use.”

Serinina waited, and then said, “And I know you are thinking of Jerric here. Isn't he a boy. Well, he was a boy, much like I was. He was transformed by evil, and I had him transformed back. But the feminine power remained and allowed him to use it, if he was willing to connect with his feminine spirit. He was, and he is a powerful witch. But this is the core of my problem.”

The crowd just waited for Serinina to get to the point. Most of them knew about Serinina being the boy princess. “The problem is that I can only teach girls. This power only works with girls or feminine guys who have no hesitation in connecting with their feminine side to channel the power of our Goddess Prognita. And I am not willing to only give this power to girls. It will distort society and make boys helpless against it. The way it made me helpless against the power of the witches who wanted to destroy the innocent boy Serin was. So I am unwilling to create a new generation of witches if I cant empower boys the same way.”

Sharon said, “This was what I meant, and do you have a plan to solve it?”

But Jerric's new mother, Cynthia, asked him,” And since you claim to have this power, can you show us any of it?” She asked in a voice full of doubt.

Serinina sweetly smiled and said, “I was hoping someone would ask it. I think it would be more effective if Jerric here shows his power. It is an apparent and warm day today. It isn't supposed to rain at all. Jerric, can you please give us some rain. And all of you are going to wish you bought an umbrella.”

This was simple. Sharon braced herself. She saw this before. Jerric called on the power of the Goddess, and they all saw him chanting in an incomprehensible language and dancing around in a circle. They saw the golden power begin flowing through his body. His hair brilliantly glowed, and his fingertips snapped as the energy flowed through him. His chanting and singing rose louder and louder. He danced faster, and dark clouds rolled in overhead. The sun was blocked, and then it began pouring rain down on them. It was a downpour. Some of the people cursed as they got soaked, but the point was made.

Then Serrinina did the same, only she did it very differently, and the temperature dropped, and the rain turned to ice and then snow. The snow began gathering upon the ground until Serrinina stopped it all and let the clouds dissipate, and the temperature rose to what it should be.

She looked out at the families that gathered, who were now very afraid and stunned at the display of power they had just witnessed. This was very real.

“This is the power we are dealing with. It is very real and very dangerous. And I am unwilling to teach it unless I can teach it equally to boys and girls. I am a symbol of what can happen if only one sex possesses this power, and the other sex doesn’t. They are helpless, and one sex can become tyrannical and abusive, and they can't be stopped. So I have a solution, I think, and I hope. I made this area to call upon the Goddess herself. I will summon the Goddess Prognita herself for her advice and her aid.”

Then Serinina said, “Everyone kneel, as I summon our Goddess.”

Serinina spoke loudly in the same incomprehensible language calling upon the Goddess to make her appearance to them. The stones glowed white-hot as the ground within the stones solidified, and strange symbols appeared on the newly formed stone. The air within the stones shimmered, and its temperature rose as the form of a magnificent woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Serinina knelt and bowed her head respectfully.

The Goddess sneered at Serinina. She spoke with hateful contempt. “How dare you kneel and pretend to be respectful after what you did to me! Why do you even pretend to respect me when I know how you really feel and what you really intend.”

“Fine, let's dispense with appearances then.” Serinina rose and stood there proudly. “I will show you how much I respect you, Prognita. And I have not one thing to defend. I did what I felt was right, and it was the right action. I am ashamed of nothing I did.”

“You let yourself get so consumed with your anger at your treatment. It is so sad that you did that Serinina when you could have been so much more, and you could have saved your people. It was you who condemned them to slavery and death, only to spite me when we could have worked together to strengthen them and resist the invasion. You condemned me and condemned them all. You do have a lot to answer for.”

“It was you who condemned me,” Serinina replied. “You destroyed me and cursed me with this body, and I was abused and mistreated by your followers. I know that abuse may not have been your plan.”

“It wasn't, that was a violation of the plan,” Prognita replied, trying to look at him softer and more reasonable. Her compassion flowed out, but Serinina was unwilling to compromise.

“That doesn't matter. Transforming me was part of your plan to regain power. In doing so, you made me helpless against a group you knew had a lot of rage at people like me. They were just waiting to unleash it all at the only one they could. I was the heir of the last King that oppressed and persecuted them. Even if I was the innocent fifteen-year-old that had nothing to do with any of it. They couldn't wait to humiliate and abuse me. And you had to know that was going to be the very likely result of what you did. Especially after the awesome display of your victory after my transformation and my sister's coronation. Don’t tell me you didn't know all of that was going to happen, and you are the one responsible for my abuse. You made it possible.”

Serinina was screaming in rage at that point. Everyone present saw the unbridled rage. “I was going to bestow an enormous world-changing reward on you for what you suffered at their hands. And those that abused you were going to get nothing except the reward of kneeling at your feet. They were going to be at your mercy.”

“I didn't care,” Serinina screamed. “I didn't. After what you did to me, they still got their reward of enormous unchecked power to abuse and hurt me. And you wouldn't have allowed me to get any revenge on them once I held the power. She was still your vessel and still going to remain the King regardless of what position you bestowed on me. They all finally got what they deserved, and so did you, Prognia.” Serinina smiled cruelly. “I hope you enjoyed the nearly two thousand years trapped in your tomb. If you had bestowed this power on me at birth and given me the visions instead of Patinea, and wanted me to be the one restore you, then I wouldn't have been hurt. But you made an error. And I had to punish you all for it. I couldn't let you all succeed.”

“That's how you felt. But what do you want now?” The Goddess demanded, knowing any more discussion was useless.

“I need a favor, or you can remain there for eternity. I will refuse to teach anyone this power, or restore you.”

“What?” Demanded Prognita.

“I want you to bestow this power on boys so I can equally teach boys as
well as girls. I don't want, and I won't accept only girls having this power.” Serinina demanded.

The Goddess laughed. “Boys do have this power. It is just something that many don't know. And it was hidden, but it is really there. Serinina, There were many powerful male wizards and sorcerors at the beginning of my reign. Men held much power as well as women. It was harmony. But a few power-hungry women wanted to turn it all into a matriarchy and oppress the men. They found secrets to remove the men, without my consent or knowledge and began brutally oppressing the men. They spread the idea that men were all babies that needed to be controlled. As a result, I greatly weakened them and saw what was to come. When the men revolted and began the great war. They were brutal against the hekatin, but they had a right to be very angry, and I saw that they were. I let what happen, happen. But I knew a time would come when I would restore my position, and I had plans to ensure the women never got abusive again.”

Serinina snorted rudely, “No, you didn't, they were just as abusive.”

The Goddess had the high ground this time. “No, they were actually treating men and women very equally under Patinea. Did you not see how many male administrators and the men in the army and such, male commanders and lords. Did you miss all of that Serinina, I know you were being oppressed, but the people were happy. You turned your back on them all and watched them get enslaved. Your sister was actually a great ruler. Had you two worked together, you could have succeeded, but you refused to work with her, and she refused to allow you to work with her.”

“Turning me into a girl was your mistake. I could have worked with you as a man. But, Since you say boys also have this power, show me how to unlock it in boys and teach them. I need this knowledge.”

Prognita called Adam up. The small dark-haired boy walked up to Serinina and the Goddess and looked up at them.

“Adam, I am going to fix you.”

Then the Goddess turned to Serinina and almost laughed, “That was a good try, but Adam does not need the feminine light in his head. You had the power all along, but Serinina does not have the knowledge to teach boys. Of course, none of that was in the Hekatins knowledge at all. It was not something they were interested in.”

The Goddess gently removed the spark that Serinina mistakenly bestowed on him. Then she proceeded to give Serinina the knowledge of how to work with boys to develop their masculine power. Serinina was amazed and angered that none of this was ever taught to her.

Then the Goddess looked at Serinina and said, “You are now the leader of these people Serinina. And you would be wise to know you are held to the same standard. The leader is held responsible for the conduct of the people under her. Just as I was, and as you hold me accountable. You remember that.

chapter 4
Serinina is given much to consider in her new life and is forced to consider the things she has already did
By Jasmine Monica

Serninina was not happy at all as she laid in her bed that night. She had met the witches of the modern time, and they were more of a joke compared to what she was used to. She met the hekatin and the followers of the Goddess of her time, and those witches held real power. They were fearsome, sadistic, and they the Hekatin weren't a joke in any way. Those witches had totally crushed the innocent boy that he used to be, in front of everyone and were proud of what they had achieved in transforming a boy into a girl and forcing him to live the life of a young girl.

And this was inspired by the Goddess herself. The Goddess that she had pledged to follow and teach about. Now, she was not inclined to do that at all. Serrenina still held a deep seated hatred for the Goddess. She never got over it. In her mind, this goddess prognita was a malicious and dark force that deserved to remain intombed for all time. And that was where prognita was going to remain. Serinina had decided she was going to teach magic, but not of the Goddess. The Goddess deserved her fate for what she did to innocent Serin.

She looked into the darkness of the room that morning, she focused her thoughts and connected with her power and projected her thoughts out toward the Goddess. “You inspired and led the destruction of my entire life so long ago, Danis prognita, you were proud of my destruction and when my sadistic sister was crowned in my place, after transforming me into a girl. You crushed me and destroyed my life. I will never free you from your tomb. You will remain intombed for all time. You deserve your fate.”

She said with the utmost conviction. And Serinina smiled sadistically into the darkness as she felt the wrath of the Goddess and her anger. The entire room rattled violently as the Goddess screamed helplessly into the darkness. Serninna laughed an evil, cruel laugh. “Enjoy your fate, you bitch.”

The house shook even more violently. But Serinina didn't care. She laid back in her bed and wondered about her future and what she wanted. She had school in the morning. Her mind was filled with many thoughts about her ambitions and her course in her life. In her mind, there was only one course that she really wanted.

She said into the darkness of her room, “I will be the greatest queen ever. I will be a queen that this country has never known before. They will love me.”

The darkened room was filled with an uncontrollable and condescending female laughter. The laughter went on and on, and it pissed Serrenina off. She shouted, “Will you shut up, what are you laughing at, Goddess.”

She continued to laugh, uncontrollably. She tried to say, “What you said is so funny, I can't control it. Sorry, but I can't help...” Then she continued to erupt into laughter. Finally, she slowly regained control of herself and looked at Serrenina, she was pissed. Serinina was seething. “Well.”

“Let's look at what you said. You, Serenina, who thought it was a good idea to suddenly inject yourself into modern-day London, today. Said you will be their great queen that they had never known. Um, Hello, Dumbass. Serinina, England has a queen now that they love dearly. I know you don't really know the history of this country now. But they are very accustomed to having beloved and mighty queens. You will really be nothing new if you achieve the crown. They have one now, Elisabeth the third. She has a son that she is preparing to gain the crown after her, unless you are successful in seizing it from him, and destroying his future, much like what happened to you, Serinina. And now let's look at their past queens. From Queen Mary Tutor,”

Sernininas mind was filled with images of her reign and her final beheading at the hands of Elisabeth.

“To Queen Mary of Scotland. And her beheading by the same queen, to Queen Elisabeth.” Sereininas mind was filled with images of Elisabeth and her leading her troops to resist the Spanish armadas landing in 1587.

“To queen Victoria in the 1800s. “And the Goddess filled Serininas mind with images of her reign from her coronation in 1817 as a young teenage girl to her 70-year reign ending in 1900.

“So you think you will be something new, not really Serinina. You will be just another beloved queen. Following the example, your sister set during the prehistory of the country. The queen they never knew. One of the greatest warrior kings ever. That was what was so funny.”

Serinina saw her point, but she was still very offended. “Don't you think I could do it?”

“Sure,” The Goddess agreed. “You are very powerful and have a way with people. With words, you have a skill of gathering and rallying support, you could claim the crown of England. I see that being very achievable for you. And you would be destroying the present royal family and a future king whose future is to be the King of England. I also see you could restore the power of the monarchy.”

Serininas mind was filled with images of her coronation and the destruction of the present royal family. Then images of her rallying the British parliament for bills to restore the power of the monarchy so Serinina can be its sole ruler. And the parliament and the house of lords passing those measures. The public rallying and shouting her name in pride.

“You could achieve it, Sereinina. But there is a reason I didn't support you back during your old life, why your sister had to take the crown. You are very rash, You act without thinking, and you have no idea what you will be setting yourself up for if you follow that path now.”

“You need to think about this. We all saw how exhausting and unhappy you were in your old life when the lords and administrators were trying to prepare you for the role of the King in your life. You hated those boring tedious administrative details that you had to do. Those monotonous administrative tasks exhausted you. You ran to your family telling them about how you hated those details. and you said that girls were so lucky they didn't have to deal with the frustration of those tasks. Your sister was offended and took the challenge. She took the crown and we saw that she exelled at the administrative tasks. She loved them and learned to streamline those tasks to make everyones life better. She was a great leader. Patinea was beloved and respected by her people, while they saw your frustration with those tasks.”

Serinina became enraged and the goddess saw Serininas rage boiling over. She shouted with trembling rage, “I could have done it then, and I can do it now, but no one gave me a chance. And dont you dare praise my evil sadistic sister. She isnt even human. She is a monster that was only pretending to be human. But she is an evil creature that dirived pleasure from my pain.” Then Serinina struck out and lashed at the goddess. She cried out in agony as Serinina raged, “This is why I wont even have you restored, and why I couldnt allow you to be restored in my life. You supported this evil. You caused the total destruction of my life. That was evil, and you are evil.”

The Goddess cried out and then retorted. “Your sister excelled at those tedious tasks that you hated. and we saw she could do it, while you didnt do them. I know you want to think your sister was an evil and cruel King, but she wasn't. She was a very noble and just king, but she saw your nature and your rashness, and we had to do everything to prevent you from ruling. It was harsh to you, but the people needed a just leader. The cruel one was you, Serin.”

Serinina was very angry now and she was about to explode in rage. “My sister was a monster, Goddess. You were all cruel to me. That can never be justified. I would have made a great king. If you ever supported me.”

The Goddess laughed and then she said, “Lets take a long look at everything that you did, Serinina. NO matter how painful it is. You need to as they say today, pull your head out of your ass. We knew you were rash and impulsive and not fit to be King. Your sister was more mature, smarter and stronger and I led her to become the King over you. And what did you do over what you felt was such a horrific injustice? You did everything you could to undermine her rule, and destroy the people. First, you go to Lilith, you give her her power back, and cause her to rise. Then, you curse your own nation and the people to starvation and doom. Just to see your sister's rule fail. No other reason than that.”

The Goddess shrugged and glared at Serinina. “The people suffered greatly for no other reason than you being able to claim your sister failed. Then you start a horrible war and inflict more suffering on your nation only to spite your sister. Then once things are restored and a new family placed on the throne to spare you the suffering in a new life, what did you do Serinina?” The Goddess asked harshly.

Serinina looked down at the floor. “You were still filled with rage. You had a new loving sister, but Patinea went to King Edwin to restore the Goddess, you lead your army against them and slaughter the present royal family. You set Patinea back on the throne only to watch her fail as she tries to restore the Goddess against your warning. You lent your support the purgatorists, the sworn enemy of the people of your kingdom. You did that to restore their dark rule again. You crushed your kingdom's entire army, knowing the priests never had the numbers or the power to restore their rule. But you didn't care Serinina. You just wanted to destroy your sister and that's all. You knew that by doing that, you were causing the final downfall of your kingdom and they would no longer have the forces to resist the coming invasion. You led your people to their destruction and enslavement at the hands of the Saxons. And even now, the image of your palace being burnt and your sister being enslaved by King Cedric in Wessex. Made into his mistress and sex slave to bear children and have them taken from her filled you with sadistic delight, Serinina. I see you smiling at your sister's sadistic and cruel fate. You said your sister was cruel, but Serinina, you were cruel. You became a monster. And you want to think you were worthy and good to become your peoples King after that? Its time that you really face what kind of person you are. And that is vital now if you want to claim the crown today. What will become of its present family, and how will you deal with the people today?” The Goddess asked.

“I know what I did, and I am still not sorry. I was a good kid back then. I didn't deserve the horror that was inflicted on me. I loved my sister so much, it was her that hated me beyond all reason. I meant it when I told her I loved her that night. But her cruelty never ceased. I am not sorry for a thing I did.” Serinina said harshly.

Everyone saw the conviction and determination in Serininas eyes. The Goddess wanted to weep. But she did know that the woman he became was not Serininas doing. That woman was forged by the suffering that was inflicted on her. Serin could have become a great king.

“So let's think about what you will face if you become the Sole leader today. If you thought the administrative details were a nightmare back then, you have no clue.” The Goddess laughed.

“Today, let's look at one of the biggest issues facing the UK today. Around forty, nine percent of the people want to remain in the European Union, while around fifty percent want to leave. How will you deal with that nightmare? It's causing the present leaders such a headache right now that few really know how to solve it. And if you choose to leave, how? Will you simply abruptly abandoned all of the treaties and agreements with its member nations and tell them to go fuck themselves. Or will you affect a more gradual withdrawal from the Union? And what of the people that will oppose it? And what of the Irish rebels. Those same people that your sister faught in her day, when the area was called Ansays Isles and were under the Queen of Ansay and her son runtec. Will you invade and try to force them back into the UK, or accept the inedpenance of Southern Ireland. And what of Iceland, what you called Geunafar back then. The worshipers of the goddess. How will you deal with them. And theres so much more.”

Serinina smiled then. So Ansays were still not incorporated into the UK. They remained independent despite everything. Serinina would have been happy to recognize a family's withdrawal from the Kingdom.

“Do you now see what you will be facing, and that's only the beginning. What about the vast markets you will no longer have access to? What will you do, try to seize it by force? Thats, why I didn't, support you then, you were a very forceful and impulsive person. And liked to solve issues with military force. Think of the nightmarish image I gave you on your final day in your old homeland. Of you firing the ICBMs and starting a world war. That's the future I see if you become the sole leader of the UK today. And you have another concern now, you have a younger brother that has boyish ambitions just like you did at Serin. He won't want to live in the shadow of his overbearing elder sister, just like you didn't want to. Think of what he wants?”

“That was vastly different,” Serinina snarled at the Goddess. “I was only a year younger than Patinea. And she was a full and born as a girl. I was raised to become the King in my father's image, not her. She stole it all from me and turned me into a girl and called me a princess. I would never even consider doing that to Adam. I will fully support his ambitions.”

The Goddess looked hard at Serinina. “I am not so sure of that. And neither are you. If you embark on this course, Serinina. You will need to consider his life. You may end up seeing him as a rival to your claim, much like your sister saw you. He may be able to get support to unseat you, or you may simply fear that he may. You also need to consider why you would want to do this at all. And cause such suffering to the people. The destruction of their government that they know only to fulfill the ambitions that you feel was unjustly stolen from you during your old life. How selfish is that you and Sarinina want to claim you are a just person.

“You may be correct, but I am what you made me, Goddess.” Serinina snarled into the darkness. “You caused it when my family could have helped me. I still loved and clung to them at that time. I was only sixteen. For all of that, you have nothing but yourselves to blame for it all. I only did what I had to in order to reclaim my life and my respect. And I did that. I am proud of what I achieved. And in any way. Whatever I chose for my future, you will never escape your tomb Goddess. You will spend the rest of eternity trapped and entombed in your grave. You will never escape. Now get out of my face.”

Serininas features ignited as the power ran through her body. She lashed out at the Goddess image, and the Goddess cried out in agony and vanished.

Princess in a new world

By Jasmine Monica
King Patinea faces her destiny and the consequences for what she did to her brother
Chapter 5

Patinea had spent the final few hours sitting in her own private office in her palace. It was her own office and her own throne for a few more hours, at least. She had received reports of an impossible number of ships on the horizon descending on their shores. The Saxons had arrived in a fleet of thousands of ships.

In their greater days, they may have had the forces to resist this invasion, but they didn't have the army or the numbers anymore. Their army was crushed by her own vindictive sister months ago. She drafted and conscripted as many as possible. However, it was still nowhere near enough to resist the tens of thousands of veteran Saxon troops crashing on their shores. This was the final hour of her kingdom. It was the end

Patinea now knew she had a horrible mistake stealing the crown from her brother. In doing so, it seemed right at the time, but she did it in such a horrific, cruel way that it was bound to inspire much resentment and hate from her brother. There was going to be no peace after that, and no way to rectify their relationship at all. Her brother hated her with everything that he was from that point on. And that hatred grew into something horrible and evil. Her brother now sister spent every minute of her life plotting revenge and the downfall of her regime, and there was no way to stop it short of imprisoning her or killing her. Serinina made sure that she was too powerful and too supported to get rid of by that time she made her intentions clear. She had become a potent witch with many supporters behind her.

Sitting in her office, she now felt nothing but sorrow for what she did when she used to feel pride at finally wearing the crown and ruling the kingdom as a girl. But, she didn't feel pride now. She felt sorrow, sadness, and fear for what was coming, and she didn't blame her sister for what she did to her. Her sister was the victim of a horrific and cruel plot to destroy a young boy's life. A time when his family should have supported and rallied behind him, they all turned on him and destroyed him. He only returned the favor ten fold. And now, they were all about to be slaughtered or enslaved.

It was time to go out and make a last stand against Cedric the great, the Saxon king that was about to land on their shores.

They had a few more hours, so Patinea decided to take one final tour of her palace while it remained hers for the time being.

Patinea walked up the steps to her brother's old bedroom, and there wasn't much left. She made sure none of his old clothes were ever available to him anymore once they decided to force him to live a girl's life. She now realized how wrong they were to try to do that. It was a disgusting violation of his very life, ontop of what they already did to him.

But the room was stripped bare, and there was nothing left except for his old bed and some of his old weed stuffed in the counter. He practically lived on it after the change, it was probably the only way he could cope with the destruction of his life was to remain high.

So Patinea left Sarin's old bedroom and went into her own bedroom. There was still a lot there, but few things remained from her teenage years as the reigning princess under Sarin. But she went to the back in her art studio, and there was still a lot of her old work there.

One of the her paintings caught her eyes. There were others that she painted at sixteen and seventeen years old. Her standing on a field of battle holding a sword, there were a few of those, or of her as a pirate holding a sword. She wanted to live that life so bad that she did anything to break free of the confines of the life of a princess. She seized the crown with both hands to take that life she wanted to live and forced her brother into her old life she hated. She should have known all along that would be a disaster. It had only two possible endings. His suicide, or him breaking free, destroying them to live the life he wanted. That included killing her, which he came close to doing, but this was a much better ending for him. This would be much more satisfying for him to see her enslaved to a powerful king.

Patinea stood in front of the final painting she made on the days prior to her coronation as the King. This was a majestic painting of a grand and restored temple to the Goddess that she had intended to start building once her reign was secure, and the wars were over. This was never to be built, and the goddess religion was never going to be restored. The Goddess was never going to be freed.

Her brother made sure that her reign ended in failure and disaster. How could this have happened? Why.

She heard footsteps approach from behind. Her mother said in a voice dripping with sorrow. “Looking at your past are you, Patinea. I agree, there's a lot of sadness. I see you never got to rescue your sister like you thought you would. She became so powerful no one had to rescue her, she nearly killed everyone else.”

“Yeah,” Patinea said sardonically. “how could we have made such a mistake. I know we were wrong to do this.”

“We should have never listened to falconette and Celestia. They were full of hatred and wanted to see the reigning crown prince destroyed. We all should have known that plan would backfire. Sarin, like you, was his father's son just like you were his daughter. Born and raised, and had the same ambitions and unconquerable spirit. You proved it to your brother in an excruciating way. But that should have been it, then we should have guided him in his new life with love and compassion of a family.”

“It took long along, but you finally realized your error,” A loud, commanding voice was heard behind them. Aanya turned and saw the Goddess standing there in all of her glory. It was an image, not actually her.

“You all fucked it up so badly that it's unimaginable. Sarin could have been happy as a girl. That future could have really happened if patinea didn't take every chance she had to mock, torment, and belittle her constancy. And force her into a life of meaninglessness and powerlessness. She had the same personality as you and you should have known she would refuse to live that life and accept your constant torment Patinea. Your abuse filled her with such rage. And a very justifiable rage that I can't blame her for hating me and hating you. You all ruined this in such a spectacular way and condemned me to remain in this tomb. Your brother said I won't be restored, and he's refusing to even try in his time. Not that I can blame him, this is all on you two. I hope you are so proud, Patinea. You were so proud of what you achieved. Are you happy now?”

“No,” Patinea looked down at the ground. “I know we were wrong, and there's no correcting it now. There's nothing I can do to change a thing now. I am sorry, Goddess.”

“It's too late to be sorry. As Caesar said centuries ago, the die is already cast. What's going to happen will happen. Your kingdom will be conquered. Your fate will be worse than death. And so will your descendants, many more generations of your boys and girls, will be raised as slaves Patinea. If you had respected and loved your little sister, you two could have been an unconquerable force, and the kingdom would have remained stable and powerful. But no, you had to abuse your sister and unleash your bitterness you built up at him for so long. You were unable to let your resentment go. And he did what he had to. But I worry about your sister now, she still so filled with such hate that I don’t know what she will do. But whatever she will do, there's no way that world can stop her. She wants to become their queen, but I see her doing it in such a horrific way that her regime will look much like a fascist police state under your sister's iron fist. I see many possible futures like that. Its all thanks to you. But before she even begins to embark on something like that, she has to grow and learn in this world. And she will encounter your descendant. And I see her destroying that young girl's very life. She is the spitting image of you, and a very accomplished athlete on a team. Your sister will see her in school, she is very innocent but with the same forceful personality. It will enrage Sarinina, and I see her tormenting that girl, and having her repeatedly abused and violated by the worst boys. And no one will be able to stop it because of the power Sarinina wields.

“How are my descendants there?” Asked Patinea.

The Goddess laughed. “As you will see, you will have many daughters and sons over the next few decades. Not of your own will, and you will never see them. But you will have them, and they will all be enslaved. And that line will lead into the modern day where Sarinina now lives. I hope Sarinina can get her rage under control. But it's all thanks to you, Patinea. So give yourself a hand, you deserve all of the credit. You sadistic bitch.”

Then the Goddess vanished from sight, and they were standing there alone, looking at a painting of a glorious new temple to the Goddess that would never be built now. The golden age she had planned would never occur now. There was no hope, and Patinea realized she had no one else to blame but herself for the disaster that was going to befall them. And it was time to face their destiny now, and for the final time as a free woman, and as the King of her people. She looked at her mother with pain and sorrow in her eyes. “Its time for me to arm myself and meet my army for a final time, and to do what we can to resist the invasion. We know there is no hope, but we have to try to fight them.”

Patinea marched down the steps and went into her armory, where her people stripped off the clothes she was wearing and suited her up in her military uniform and the armor plate of a warrior. She strapped her sword justice on her belt for a final time.

Even seeing that cursed sword brought her shame. It was supposed to be her brother's sword, passed from her father to her brother. It was the sword that she stole from him on transforming him to her little sister and then mocking her lack of strength for no longer being able even to pull the sword out. She wasn't much stronger than he was as a girl, but her armors magical ability gave her much enhanced strength to wield and fight with the sword. There was little reason she couldn't have allowed her sister to confront her with. But she wanted to humiliate and sideline Serinina. And she realized how cruel it was all and why her sister felt she had to fight her. Her own family had become her enemy, and by that, the entire kingdom she ruled.

She felt no pride wearing this armor and marching down to meet her army. She used to feel such male pride and swaggered around like a man wearing a knights armor and a sword. She felt no pride now after realizing what it cost her, and what it all resulted in. She considered what she was going to say and determined on the truth being the best course now. She was going to admit her mistake, and what led to this final moment and inspired them to fight on for their freedom.

She rode her horse out to the edge and standing in front of her army. It was a pitiful shadow of the army she once led that numbers in the tens of thousands of heavy swordmen pikemen archers and heavy cavalry and scouts. The army she marched out of the city with to wage war against the rebellious Ansay's upon her seizing the crown from her brother. She defeated them, and Ansay's army routed and fled from her.

Now, sitting here on her horse looking at what was left of the noble houses armys standings in formation in front of her. The Malnae's, Wensay's, and Fawnae's army is what was left. When there were tens of thousands of solider's stretching out for miles, there were now a few hundred at most. It was a pitiful shadow of what they were once. They all knew they were fighting a losing battle, and there was indeed no hope of victory now.

“I thank you all for coming to my aid one final time. You are what is left of our great army. Thank you for your house's support. Malnaes, Fawnae Wensays and the Denae. Thank you for your loyalty in this time of need. I admit that I made a horrible mistake in the way I dealt with my brother and taking his crown. The mistake led to the fracturing of our family, and his rebellion against me that was mostly successful in destroying our houses, and the great armys we led. My sister destroyed us, and provoking her rebellion and her rage was my mistake when I should have loved and cared for her. I treated her cruelly. This is my fault, and I'm sorry for leading us to this. But what is done has been done and we can't go back. We all know that this is the end. There is no hope for a victory beyond this point. The Saxons will land on that shore, they will march on us, and we don't have the forces to even hope for a victory anymore. They will defeat us, and we will be occupied and destroyed. So we have a choice to surrender, lay down our arms and hope for mercy from the Saxon's”

The army was filled with a bitter laugh that let her know what they thought of that option. She happened to agree.

“Or we can fight to the last man and woman and make them pay for the victory with as much blood as we can possibly draw and show them that we can still be a formidable force against them. So what will we choose?” Patinea demanded

And the pitiful army in front of her raised their swords and shouted fight.

“We fight to the end!” Patinea shouted, wishing her brother was here, perhaps he could have pulled off a victory here, but if he were still here and willing, then he would have never fought them in the first place. It was not to be.

“They will land within the hour,” Patinea shouted. “We will rush them before they are able to get their army organized and ready to advance upon us. We won't allow them that luxury. We will rush their forces while they are still landing and organizing their forces into formation. We will strike before they are ready and hope that is enough to stop them.” She knew it wouldn't be, and they would be overwhelmed. But it was all that was left.

So they all stood along the shore, watching the Saxon ships sail closer and closer within the hour. They reached the shore and anchored. Then the heavily armored Saxons rushed out with their swords drawn yelling in their germanic language.

Patinea and her lords shouted, “Attack” And they drew their swords for one final time and rushed the Saxon forces as they were departing their ships. They never got the chance to get into battle formations before Patineas forces reached them and attacked. The attack was as successful as possible. The damage of their attack far outweighed the meager forces they had, and they killed thousands upon thousands of the Saxons before they were able to organize a response. But it was nowhere near enough.

Patinea destroyed entire Saxon battalions up to their leading lords but they had many more battallions and army landing and there was no way to get to them all before they organized a response. The wings of the landings swung onto Patineas army and attacked from the sides and from behind as they were pushing forward. Patineas battle lords and her army were finally overwhelmed. The great houses lords fell for a final time, they were slaughtered. Patinea was knocked out and drug onto the shore where she finally woke with a headache and bleeding from the blow to her head. She was no longer wearing the crown and her hands were chained. She looked up.

“So you are the Girl King Patinea.” Said the man in an icy tone. “You were brave but you knew there was no chance you could beat my army. I am King Cedric of Wessex. Your army is defeated, and you and a few lords are all that are left. Your army is crushed, you, lord Fawnae are all that is left.”

“How did you know me,” Patinea asked, wondering.

“I met Serinina before embarking. She went to me months ago and told me all about your kingdom, what happened to her, and she gave me the funds, gold and motivation to land here. And she told me about you, King Patinea and we agreed on your fate. You will become my breeding slave. That's it. You will be a prostitute for my army. Breeding boys and girls to populate the land with more slaves. That's all. That's what Serinina wanted, and I agreed.”

She was a hostage to the Saxons marching onto the great palace that was their home. She watched as the Saxons rushed in, slaughtering everyone that was in there. They burnt the entire palace to the grown. Patinea wept as her home was burnt and crumbled to the ground.

Then Their King shouted, “We have a list of the remaining witches. Get them and burn them. Falconette, Lady Fawnae, Actonia. Danala, Celestia, find them all and everyone else that is in the girl's school. Kill them all. The rule of man has been reestablished.”

By now, Patinea wasn't surprised that the Saxons had the names and identities of all of the witches and to kill them all. This was her sisters doing also. All of the witches were rounded up, and they were set on fire. The women's screams would haunt her until the end of her days.

The Saxons set up crude huts to live in, and she was locked in one of them. King Cedric himself came into her prison and began stripping off his clothes. She cried knowing what was about to happen and she said under her breath, “Serin, you bastard. Is this what you really wanted to happen to me.”

And she closed her eyes as the hulking Saxon king descended on her pinning her arms over her head. She could not fight this, and she knew that this was going to happen over and over and over for the rest of her life. There was nothing she could do to stop the repeated violations. Then she remembered that Serinina had also been violated in the same way. Something had made her pregnant against her will. She knew her brother was very vengeful and angry. This was her final revenge.

Then she got to watch the formation of the Kingdom of Wessex under its brutal King Cedric. All while a few of the other Saxon Lords visited her during the day and she knew she was going to be pregnant by the end of the week.