“Let me gaze upon him again.”Chaun glanced at me. I nodded.The changeling’s form blurred. His shoulders swelled, his chest growing thicker, stro...ger. His midnight-black skin became paler, lighter, like my skin. He became a man of power. A man with a regal bearing. A man who knew his strengths because they had been tested time and time again.“The High King,” Faoril said, a touch of awe in her voice. “He looks like the statues I have seen of him.”“They have one of him at Allenoth,” Thrak. About an hour of riding brought me to a stream which I decided to follow. The stream was lined with cottonwoods, so it made for a pleasant ride; plus the trees would break up my silhouette and make me much harder to see. A little further along, I heard gunshots, so I picked up speed.I found a large wagon which had been stopped by the bandits as it was fording the stream. This was always a good place to attack a wagon, because the driver is more intent in getting across the ford than he is in. I never learned what they were. But they could fly, and they wereabsolutely ruthless. They didn't fight fair with swords and shields butblasted everything and everyone they saw with some kind of lightningshooting guns that looked like evil magic to me!After laying waste to much of Themyscira they were coming toward ourneighborhood---mom was holding me, we were both crying and choking on thesmoke from all the fires---when our missing princess showed up and turnedthe tide of the war.She called. I could feel their tented shorts on my delicate skin. I also loved their muscles, especially the abs.I was starting to forget about my boyfriend but as if on cue, I heard a girl shriek in the back. Pratik was there drunk arguing with the security saying he groped a girl thinking it was me. I gave him a slap which knocked him out.Ron and Viki offered to help him to our king size. In the lift, both the boys were undressing me in their minds. They plopped Pratik onto the sofa facing the bed. They.