When you join the EdenFantasys Affiliate Program, you get a unique affiliate code. It’s a three-character code made of letters and/or numbers. All of your affiliate links need to include your affiliate code so you can earn commission for your referrals.

Note: In this tutorial, we will use XYZ as an example affiliate code. Please be sure to replace XYZ with your own affiliate code when you’re making your links!

How to Make Affiliate Links Manually

To make an affiliate link manually, you add #pcode-(your affiliate code) to the end of an EdenFantasys page URL. For example, if your affiliate code were XYZ, an affiliate link to the EdenFantasys homepage would look like: http://www.edenfantasys.com/#pcode-XYZ

Just remember to replace XYZ with your actual affiliate code.

How to Make Affiliate Links with the Get URL / My URL tool

EdenFantasys also offers an affiliate link tool. On the affiliate navigation bar, there’s a button called Get URL and another called My URL.

On almost any EdenFantasys page, you can grab the page’s URL and make an affiliate link by clicking Get URL, then saving it to the My URL page. The My URL page displays all saved links and lets you grab the html code or select a banner that will link to the specific page in the link. If you want to grab the html code to use as a text link, you can edit the text that will display in your link (for example, “sex toys” or “Hitachi Magic Wand”).

Your Code is Included in Affiliate Banners and Widgets

If you grab a banner’s code from the affiliate banner page, your affiliate code is automatically built-in to the link. Any affiliate widgets you create will also have your code built-in automatically.

Your Affiliate Code is Also a Coupon

If you’d like to draw people in with a discount, you can offer your affiliate code as a 15% off coupon. Your affiliate code (example: XYZ) can be entered on the checkout screen like any other coupon code.

Customers who enter your affiliate code at checkout will get 15% off any regular price items in their cart, and you earn 5% commission on their purchase. Note: On any purchase that you refer to EdenFantasys, you either earn 20% or 5% commission. The commission doesn’t stack if someone clicks on one of your affiliate links and uses your coupon code at checkout (in that case, you would earn 5% commission).

1. Create a wishlist. Go to the EdenFantasys homepage, click on Wish List at the top of the page, then click Manage lists.

2. Click on Add wish list, then type a name for it and click Add.

3. Create an account to save your wish list. Click Save, then either Login to your EdenFantasys account or Register by creating a new EdenFantasys account. When you log in or create an account, you’ll be brought back to the wish list page.

4. Now you can make your wish list public and create a Gift Registry. Click on your wish list’s name, then look to the left side of the page click Activate gift registry. A pop-up window will appear, and you can enter your name and address.

5. Next, click Select when you’ve entered your shipping information. You might need to enter other profile info if you haven’t already. Once your Gift Registry is activated, you’re done!

p.s. To add products to your Gift Registry, look below the “Add to cart” button and click Add to My Wish List on any product page, then click on the name of your list.

1. Go to the product page of the product that you reviewed. Make sure you’re logged in. (If you don’t have an account, see this tutorial). In the upper-right-hand corner, make sure it says “contributor” on the drop-down menu and not “affiliate”. (Hover over the word if it says “affiliate” to change it). Once you’re under “Contributor”, the “Grab It” button and the “Assignment Cart” button will appear. Press the “Grab It” button. It will say that it’s added. Then click on the “Assignment Cart” button right next to it.

2. See? Now the product you want to review is in your cart! Click on the button that says “Write Review” that is directly across from your product image.

3. Click on the circle next to “Review will be published on my website / blog”. Then click “Submit”.

4. If you’ve ever written a review before, this page should be familiar. This is where you write your review! Give your review a snazzy “Title”, and under “Review URL”, post the link to the review on your blog. Make sure you post the link to the specific post!

For example, don’t post http://mysexblog.com/ but instead post http://mysexblog.com/a_dildo_to_remember.html . You want to give the link that links visitors directly to the review.

5. The “Experience” section is optional, but you can talk a bit more about why you disliked or liked your toy. If you have some nude/pornographic pictures in your review, this is also a good place to warn people of that.

The important sections are the “Pros”, “Cons”, and “Summary”. These are required. Include the good things about the product, the bad things, and a short summary of how you felt about the toy. Don’t forget to give it a rating (out of five stars!), and if applicable, include the Vroom and Bee for your review as well! You can also go through and tag keywords that describe the product and include product codes of similar products that we sell.

6. When you’re done, scroll to the bottom and click “Publish”. If you want to save it to work on later, click “Save to draft and preview”. Once you hit publish, it may be submitted for editing, but it will show up after it’s edited. If you want to include a promotional widget on your blog for your review, check out this tutorial.

Already have an EdenFantasys account? Open this page in a new tab/window and then proceed to Step 2.

1. Go to this page and register for an EdenFantasys account. Click Create Account, which brings you to the Dashboard.

2. On the Dashboard, in the left column, click on Affiliate Program.

3. Below the Affiliate Program paragraphs and links, find and click on the Generate my partner code button:

Your account now has a Partner Code associated with it, so you are in our Affiliate database. Welcome to the program! You can use your Partner Code to make text links, and it is also used during the setup process of Eden Personal Stores.

Note: Steps 4 and 5 are optional. You only need to register for payments when you have earned commission and will be paid. Also, we only need W9 forms from affiliates based in the USA.

4. Complete your affiliate information by registering for payments. Scroll down to the bottom of the Account page and click Registration for payments.

5. Fill out the information requested on the Registration for Payments page, and click Save to save your information.

I rolled him with my tongue pressing his cock into the warm resilient flesh of my inner cheek and he felt the saliva roll over him in a warm wave. I ran my finger over the outside of my cheek stroking his cock. He whimpered with pleasure and began thrusting his hips against my skin feeling as though he were fucking my pussy only with his entire lower body. “An amazing thought, my little one,” I approved as my mind infiltrated the fantasy he was weaving for himself, “For now let’s be in the moment and see where this leads.”
As his orgasm approached he began to moan but I sent a sliver of power at him and it prevented him from completing the connection to his orgasm! His balls were tight and tingling with the pressure to release, his cock was twitching and throbbing with the imminent orgasm but he was unable to proceed farther. His body shook and his mind screamed but I kept pleasuring him until he felt his entire nervous system was being flayed with knives. When I finally allowed the release he convulsed with the pleasure of the orgasm and everything went black.
He woke some time later naked and cuddled into a soft velvet pillow. He reached up and touched the thick leather collar around his neck. It was a perfect replica of a dog’s collar; “Not so, puppy mine, that IS a dog’s collar. You have the ability to change your form. The collar will remind you what size you are to remain until I want you to change. Until that time you will be a perfectly obedient lap dog. Not a man any longer but a spoiled and cherished little pet. No indignity to harsh for you to handle and no need to cover yourself anymore. You are without power and helpless before me.” The voice continued in his mind as he smiled and drifted back to sleep, for the first time ever, utterly content.

I shot a glance to the left and swiftly ducked under a large chair in the entranceway. Best to creep low to the ground and keep a watchful eye out. I looked around her room with my eye one inch above the carpet. The mossy green studded with dark turned-wood table legs, the heavy base of a bookshelf, and shiny casters at the ends of piano legs… No cats or dogs, no food dishes lying around.

Oh. And the shoes. Right beside me was a glorious line of shoes. They were well taken care of. Still, someone with my vantage point could notice the fine layer of dust beginning to collect on the suede and… the occasional hair. The laces of those pretty leather boots smelled of her hand sweat, ever so faintly. And of her feet…god.

One pair drew me in stronger than the rest. I absolutely coveted a pair of soft ankle high suede boots. Their colour was dark mustard or burnt pumpkin. The soles were flat for walking the wooden trails to the village near her home. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, and the soft fabric was too inviting to resist. Slowly and slyly I slipped two long  fingers out from under the chair — just the tips at first. Out into the gap between the chair and the boot they reached…

At first, with just my ring and middle finger, I gingerly stroked the heel of the boot. Oh, how soft they were! Silkier than even they looked! In my mind, I was transported. Her sparkling green eyes and golden hair filled my imagination. Oh! Her skin would be this soft! No, softer still… I could melt into her like butter…

Stomp!

My hand retracted as fast as it could and I almost gasped aloud. I was so caught up in my fantasy that I didn’t hear her approaching footsteps. And now she was in the hut! I focused every ounce of my strength to keep perfectly still. If she caught me now this whole game would be up!

She stood there for a while, in front of her chair. Maybe she noticed something out of the ordinary, some presence in her room other than herself. But soon she relaxed and continued on with her motions. Removing her wine-coloured cardigan, she examined her face in the mirror. She was standing right beside me where I crouched. This afforded me a close view of her gardening boots. They were taller and darker than the suede ones, made of a shinier leather. Still the soles and the laces were identical to her other pair. The leather was dry and criss-crossed with signs of ware. Though they were not nearly as charming as the mustard-coloured boots, these did hold their own allure. They were the ones I was accustomed to seeing on her as she went about her daily tasks. And they framed her calves quite handsomely when she bent to scoop some plant or tool from the ground.

She smelled of the garden. Of musk, dirt and fresh air… a slight dampness from the rain. As she bent down to untie her boots, I was overwhelmed by the folds of her skirt . Its rustling entranced me while her bodily smells wafted towards my ravenous nostrils. I opened my mouth to breathe in this air she was creating, and taste what might be to there as she slowly lifted her foot out of the boot.

My desires became overwhelming as her foot emerged, hanging in midair for a second above that succulent boot hole. I had to stick my hands under my body to prevent myself from reaching out and grabbing it. Her foot looked so good. And it smelled amazing. A fresh morning being all bound up in that tight leather boot, sweating away while chores were being done, errands ran. I wanted that foot in my mouth, wanted to suck it dry and wipe that smell all over my face. I wanted to eat it. And once the smell of her stocking  faded in intensity, I wanted her to peel it off for me. Peel it off slowly so I could savour and lick my lips, teasing myself into a frenzy. Inch by inch, millimetre by millimetre that pearly skin was exposed with its soft smattering of short blond hairs. Those streaks of dirt that had soaked in through the sock made it all the more charming. When the heel emerged I wanted to cradle it in my jaw, hold it softly between my teeth. Then I wanted to nestle it under my chin, and have it press into my throat so that I couldn’t breathe. Then the rest of her stockinged foot would curl over my mouth, her toes not an inch away from my nose. With my teeth and my tongue I would slip into the opening, right at the point where she had paused in her sock removal. Then I’d slide my tongue right over the soul of her foot and curl it up under the fabric. It is so warm there, right at the centre of the bottom of the foot. With my tongue I push with all my might upwards, lifting the fabric and…. ah, and inch more skin is revealed and instantly my ravenous lips jump towards it, kissing and caressing her foot, sucking at it and biting, devouring it whole.

I couldn’t resist any longer! I had to have it! Quick as a wink my hand darted out from under the chair and grabbed her foot, and I started gobbling at her toes ravenously. In the next moment her food swung away from me. The ball of her foot landed on the bridge of my nose, right between my eyes, hard. She forced the back of my head into the edge of the chair with a painful thud, then pushing my chin to the floor with a crash!

“Who do you think you are?” she asked, her green eyes widening. “You have no right to come in here and… assault my foot in such a way. In fact, you don’t deserve to lick my foot. You don’t even deserve to look at my foot!” Her eyes narrowed as she glared down at me, sterner than ever. “And yet here you are lying under my chair and acting like you own the place.” She kicked my head roughly to the side. My neck hit the chair leg painfully. With resolve she stepped right on top of my head, pressing down with a little more weight than was comfortable. “Now what am I going to do with you?” she asked, each second pressing down a little more and a little more until all her weight was leaning on me. “How will I show you a lesson for what you have done?”

A wheeze of pain escaped my lips. She immediately knocked over the chair that I was under with her hand, throwing it across the open doorway. Then she moved her foot into the small of my back, and lifted the foot with the other boot still on it onto the back of my head. “Shut UP!” she yelled. “I can’t think with you making all that dirty noise. The fact that you’re breathing in here is distracting me from my thoughts.” It was hard to breathe with all her weight on my chest and head. I just let her weight relax into me and breathed into the little space I had.

“What shall I do with you?” With each word she rocked her weight forwards and back, making my upper body shift from side to side, my chest bruising from her significant weight. “What..to…do…with.. you…?” My chin was getting pressed hard into the shoe mat, scraping against the little bits of rock and dirt. It was starting to sting.

“I know!” she cried, suddenly leaping off my body and bounding across the room to get something. “Now don’t you dare move a muscle.” I sucked air into my lungs and wriggled my body to get some of the ache out. “I mean it!” she said, shooting my a glance from across the room. “You have already been so terrible today, I don’t think I could stand it if you were an ounce worse than you already are.” With resignation I stopped moving, and once again lay perfectly still.

“I want to tie you up. But I don’t know what to use. You’re such a disgusting person that I don’t want to use anything fancy. You would just get it dirty and ruin it completely! Hm….. Oh I know,” she said and reached outside her door. “This is old garden twine from last season that’s been sitting out in the rain all winter long. It’s all crusty from the weather, but still perfectly strong. And it doesn’t matter if it gets covered in your filthy hands, because I was just going to use it to tie up the garbage anyway. Ha! That’s what you are! A heap of trash!” She giggled. “Now put your hands behind your back. Cross your wrists. OK, good.” She dug her heels into the soft flesh under my armpits, squatting to get herself down to my hands. I noticed with a cringe that she’d put her other boot back on. “Lift your hands!” She took the rope and swiftly wrapped it around my wrists several times and tied it shut with a decisive pull. “Good. Now what about these legs. I don’t want them kicking around, filthy little things. Ugh… and they are much dirtier than your hands. Dis-gusting. I must take care of these right away.” She raced outside for another piece of rope, ordered me to lift my legs, and quickly wrapped these up in the rope as well, finishing the whole thing off with an old potato sack. “The sack is so you don’t get my carpet dirty.”

Next she grabbed the toppled over chair and set it up just in front of my head. “Alright,” she said, “Now you are going to eat my pussy.” I gasped as I looked up at her. “That’s right. You’re going to make my cum. It is the absolute least you could do after invading my hut in such a way. All good house guests must do it, and you’re not even a guest. So you’ll have to make me come twice.” With that, she leaned back into her chair, sticking her pelvis out towards me.

It was hard to prop myself up, because my legs and arms were tied behind me. But with a wriggle here and a thrust there, I managed to shimmy my way up. On my knees, I walked towards her. She had just started to part her legs open. I could see her sweet thighs peeking out above her pretty white stockings. As I bent my face down further I saw, under her skirt, that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I stuck my head farther inside under her skirt, and the smell there was amazing. She smelled so sweet, like fresh grass and marshmallows roasting on a fire. But also a bit like mud under a bridge. I stopped at her thigh, and stuck my nose right up next to it, and sniffed. I could hear her breathing.

She parted her legs more, and I slowly made my way up her thigh, inch by inch. I could feel her soft flesh under my lips. I could almost taste her smell as I parted my lips, and let her air fill my every pore. And then, her pussy. It was a deep pink colour, and it was wet. Her gooey lips glistened in the muted light under her skirt. And her beautiful clit hood was rimmed with short dark blond hairs, darker than the rest of the hair on her body. I just stopped there and soaked in the image for a few minutes. She let out a little groan, and then, ever so slowly, I let my tongue seep out from between closed lips, and towards her labia. I put my tongue between her lips, and tasted her sweet juice. I ran my tongue slowly up one side of her lips, and then slowly back down the other side. Not getting all the way to the clit, just rimming a few inches around her opening. Then I stuck my tongue in a little further, and slurped. Slurped her lovely lips into my mouth while rubbing my tongue all around on it. I could hear her moaning now. I think she liked it.

“Don’t stop,” she said. So, I decided I wanted to eat her whole. I took my tongue out of her pussy, opened my lips, and closed them around hers. Then I stuck my tongue out and rubbed it all up and down inside her pussy. I made puckering shapes with my mouth, sucking sucking and releasing. Then I wriggled my tongue up to her clit, and I put my lips around her clit, and I sucked it. Sucked it in, and her whole body shuddered. I could tell it was very sensitive.

I wish I had my hands free, so I could finger her pussy while licking her clit. They were tied behind my back, unfortunately, so I had to make due with just my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, and stuck my nose into her pussy. My tongue searched lower, lower… onto her asshole. It tasted different, more musky. She writhed when I touched it. Her moans of pleasure seeping out through her lips. I could feel her muscles tightening on my nose. I flicked my tongue up and down over her anus, loving every second of it.

“Ooh, I like it there,” she said. “I like it there a lot.” Then I opened my lips again, and like an inchworm, inched my way back up her pussy. She started moving her hips in time with the steps my lips were taking. When I got to her clit, I held it between my teeth, softly, and let my tongue writhe on top of it. Ever so slowly teasing and teasing her. She was wriggling quite a bit now, and I could feel her juiced pouring out of her body. I started getting faster and faster with my tongue while my lips sucked and moved up and down her shaft. Faster and faster. She grabbed the back of my head and held it onto her pussy. “Oh,” she said, “Oh, keep doing that. Oh, keep doing that. Oh. Oh.. Oh, oh. Oh! Oh…”

My tongue was getting tired, but I pushed on because I knew my lady really liked it. I was starting to sweat, and my dick was pressing its erection up against my jeans. “Oh, oh!” she said. “Oh, you’re so dirty. Oh, oh I can’t even stand it! Oh.. I wish I hadn’t tied your hands up so you could slap my ass and finger fuck my pussy.”

Just then, I realized that if I twisted in just the right way, my wrists could come undone. It worked! And I did–I did slap her ass.

“Oh!” She cried, “Oh my god, how did you get out? Oh no, oh no, You’re gonna get me. You’re gonna get me, oh no oh no! Oh no…” And then I took my finger, my dirty muddy crusty finger and I slid it inside her wet, undulating pussy. It was so wet now, and so big inside cause she was so happy. I stuck two fingers in, and then I slipped a third one in.

“Oh no, oh no… you’re so dirty. You’re so dirty! OH! OH! Oh! Uh-huh. Oh, uh-huh…” she cried. “Oh, oh oh…”

That’s how I gave her her first orgasm…

The Silver Dance

“The world is dying. Our Mother the great Goddess is aging and will eventually grow feeble and infirm, unable to care for Her children. She is yet young and yet this will change, my children. Even as you begin to feel the gnawing of the years, tearing at your vitals so will She. This is our sorrow and more, this is our fault.
For millennia we played with the power the Old Gods enlightened us with. Easy and sweet were the lives we lived but we grew restless with the press of years. Never experiencing the ravages of aging our balance was maintained by a releasing of life and body in a gentle ceremony that would allow the Elder time in the Ether to refresh themselves and return to life in another form to experience life in another race. Tied to their memories by the silver cord of consciousness they are able to impart knowledge. It was so for time without measure. It was also tedious for some who craved new and different knowledge. In the end we turned to forbidden pursuits and began to tear at each other. Arguments became feuds and then all out war. That’s when the end came, quietly, the rot eating at the very heart of Gaiea.
My Mother fought this sickness that befouls everything it touches without knowing it was her own mother that brought the contagion to the world. For time without end we lived in a static balance of darkness and light until the day Arlessial sought to usurp the design of the Earth Mother and bring forth into the world an abomination, a blight. She was the one who used her arcane arts to breed the perfect foot soldier; a creature half elf, half rat. The abomination lived and bred, and bred and bred. In the very pores of its being it carried the seed of our destruction; a disease that feeds on life and brings decay and death. The fever that kills, the cancer that gnaws at the vitals until the Elders beg for release without ceremony. Once the ceremony became a rarity we began to realize the change we had wrought to Gaiea.
Our children began to show the contagion, born without ‘All Sang’ the blood memory of lifetimes. The silver cord binding us to our past cut for these poor mites. Born without the the silver cord they are adrift in a sea of newness unable to connect with their parents or with our Mother. Often they are sickly, born with milky colored eyes which are stone blind and thankfully die quickly. The unlucky ones live knowing they are missing something vital but unable to gaze at their past they are blind and angry. Outside of the spiral of life’s balance they kill without conscience crying out to a Mother they can no longer hear. More than that we lose our Elders, no longer able to impart their knowledge of lives lived gathering knowledge, we are also blind and lost. We have no idea what happens to these lost souls but we place our trust in the Gods that they are still there in the Ether waiting for the end.
My Mother died of this illness but she underwent the ceremony even though her pain was obvious to all who gathered to sing her to the Ether. She braved that final bridge and left us whole. She will return and we wait for her hoping that we will live up to her sacrifice.
Here then is the saga of how we came to be, we children of Airyuven MoonWolf. In this tattered and stained journal is the story of our origins and a glimpse of the changes tearing apart our world.” The slight young elf bowed her shining golden head and took a deep breath before opening the journal laid before her. Her voice was sure and filled with emotion as she read us her Mother’s words.
” From the Diary of Airyuven MoonWolf:
My children I know you will not understand why I must leave you. I bequeath to each of you this record that you may know me and each of your fathers. Be proud of who you are and remember that where ever I am, I am still thinking of you and loving you.
Loving you, how odd to hear that from a dark elf, certainly my mother would never have admitted to such tender feelings…but that is my heartbreak not yours.
I was born in the manner of most of my kind, in hiding, the product of a selective breeding program. My mother was a mystic of some repute, hated by the other races for her work on behalf of the dark elves during the accursed war that split our people.
I was concieved on a battlefield of a dying warrior of good breeding stock. My mother worked many hours of magic to locate this last surviving scion of a noble family, it mattered not to her whether he was actually breathing, or unsung.
I was to be her crowning achievement, a mage more powerful and cunning even than she, but the Gods laughed at her folly in conceiving me on a field of battle. Imagine rutting on a corpse amidst a few hundred stinking corpses. The heat of battle was in my blood as hot as molten lava, much to mine and my mother’s dismay. I tried to calm my mind and focus on the teachings she imparted but always in the chaos of battle I would resort to fists and weapons. All the words of power flew out of my head and I was left a snarling she-beast.
Finally, on my day of womaning, she sent me away to learn in a school of warriors. I was at a disadvantage given that only the name of my mother guaranteed my acceptance in that prestigious school; the other students had been raised and molded into the mindless killing machines they were to become. I was not gentle, no never that, just not absent my own mind. I found it difficult to follow orders blindly. My constant questioning of superiors earned me many beatings, extra chores and punishment for my entire squad…no, I was not popular with my peers. Still, I learned and learned well.
I graduated many years later with top honors and ranking, my superiors patting themselves on the back at my complete acceptance of their views. I will not go into my exploits that followed that ceremony, it would be dull reading. Suffice it to say that during that time my contact with other races was severely limited. This actually served the purpose of not ‘corrupting’ my young impressionable mind. For what it’s worth, I think, they were correct. Perhaps I have been corrupted, but I have loved deeply and often in my long life.
I was paired with a dark elf male named ‘Amaelduin’ which in our tongue means “never questioning”. A joke if I ever heard one but he was aptly named. They told him to produce children and he set out to do just that. We were to produce a child who would follow in our footsteps and be placed in the schooling quarters soon after weening, which in my race is soon indeed.
We did conceive finally, and once again the Gods laughed at the arrogance of those who would “program” the generations. Instead of being a male warrior child, as I was assured throughout my long and difficult pregnancy, Amael was a mystic and a powerful one if the Oracles and Soothsayers were to be believed.
It was not an easy birth, none of the dark elves were, but when they wrapped her in the birthing swaddling and laid her in my arms something unexpected happened; I fell in love with this creature I had created. She was a beautiful baby, patient and gentle. Her eyes so expressive.
I was informed that this would all be trained out of her, she would be an adequate mage, and I was not to feel guilty for not producing a true child of Shailen. BAH! What did those fools know of true potential?
When the day came that I was to remove her from the breast and place her in the creche something inside of me rebelled. I had seen the empty, haunted eyes of these battle mage children. It was a desperate time. I could not do this to my sweet innocent.
I tried talking to Amaelduin about leaving together and being a real family but he was already procreating with another warrior, happily it was plainly obvious to me. So I gathered my meager possessions and I simply left.
Left with a 6 month old baby, a few healing potions, a map and my weapons and armor; all ill-fitting since the birthing had softened my warrior’s body. I wandered for weeks, half starved surviving only, heading who knew where. I guess I was only looking for somewhere secluded where I could raise my child as I really had no concrete plan.
I was attacked by some giant spiders and had given up when suddenly a bolt of wind rushed by me and crushed the bastards. Amael began to wail as I slowly fell to the ground sure that I was mortally wounded, the poison eating at my vitals. I dimly remember the soothing medicine he forced down my throat and the spells he used to knit my battered body. I passed out. I was in and out of consciousness for several days.
When I woke up, finally, it was to the wonderful smell of cooking fire and meat. I was desperately thirsty and made some small noise. I heard the rustling and clink of a cup and a gentle hand lifted my head and gave me the water my body desperately craved. My eyes were crusted and a gentle cloth began to clear them as soon as my thirst was eased.
I blinked to focus my eyes, longing to see who this saviour was, and I froze in horror. This man was none other than my most hated enemy, an elven male. I mewled in terror as he picked up my child, certain he meant to do some horrible sacrifice to his terrible Gods.
He cradled her gently and spoke a strange lyrical sentence to her and she smiled at him. He turned and saw my face, how desperate I must have looked!
He frowned at me, hastily placed Amael in my arms, and then he spoke. “Don’t be afraid woman, I would not have saved your life to harm you as you lay recovering. I hear your hunger will you eat with me?”
I was stunned. I gasped at him through my raw throat “I am dark elf, a warrior. The true daughter of AirJefarYuan Arlessial, will that change how you feel toward me?”
He looked nonplussed, “The sins of a mother cannot be laid on the shoulders of the child. Is it not time to put aside these old grievances, if only for the sake of the child? Look in her eyes and see her ‘All Sang’ she is an elder returned, she needs her mother. Eat woman, and grow strong, we will talk of feelings later.” He turned away and let me eat in peace.
We talked, after a time, about how sick we were of the death and destruction of our world. He had lost much and was living alone with his pain. Renuar Benethiel was his name. He was a mystic of some repute and training. A kind soul who, never the less, had done his “duty” protecting the elven forest from my people. For his trouble he lost a wife and three children to fever, a previously unheard of casualty of war. He alone sang the funereal songs to help them along the Golden Bridge. His only comfort was that they would not be lost forever.
He taught me much in the years we traveled together. A warrior and a mystic, we lived a good life. He taught me about his gentle Goddess of water and helped me refine my own learning taking me to town after town. He taught Amael as if she were his own daughter, in some ways I think she grew to replace the daughter and son he lost to that awful war. It was his idea and dream that she return to the school of magic in the dark elf stronghold to learn the magics that were her birthright, after a time I began to share his dream. He gave his name to me and to my daughter, Benethiel which means ‘MoonWolf’ in the old tongue. It was such a name of power I was to come to learn later.
How I grew to love him, and he to love me. Love was a new experience for me and a welcome return to his lonely heart. We were unsure if we could conceive a child being of different races but you Airen and Neria my children are living proof that love conquers all.
We traveled many many years together, Renuar and I. I have no real idea how long we were together being that both elves and dark elves are eternals and enjoy a protracted childhood. I have observed that our gestation rate is substantially longer than that of most other races. One odd rumor about our origins is the wonderful story the elves tell about being descended from the leaves of the “mother tree”. Having worked in the birthing rooms of many elven females I can tell you that you were all born in the normal fashion. It is a common practice amoung the elves to place a leaf in the mouths of the mother and newborn which, in my estimation, is the origin of the myth. In fact elven women often carry a leaf or two with them in stasis so that if unable to birth in the shadow of the mother tree they can at least have a small connection, and their children do seem to be hardier for it.
I tried honoring Renuar with this practice when I bore his daughters Airen and Neria. The leaf had only the slightest taste of bitterness to it, so perhaps there is a chance for the Dark Elven to rejoin their brothers and sisters of light, who can tell?
Renuar was a naturally curious elf and we traveled in search of knowledge for much of the time. This was in fact his downfall. We heard of a serious plague that was decimating the elven population, once again brought about by my people. They had used Ratmen, a hybrid created by fell sorcerors. These Ratmen not being pure, and not created by the Gods were diseased a thing that had been unheard of in the elven desmenses. The fever was slow and insidious and killed young and old first. It could live inside a body for decades before becoming active or it could strike a body down in a matter of weeks. As it was well known that my people were not welcome in the elven village I stayed in the human encampments while Renuar traveled the long way to help in what ever way he could. By this time there was a great need for the Singers to return as many were choosing to die without the rites to guarantee their safe return.
Such was my faith in him that I never worried for his safety. He was, in my eyes, invincible. What a healer was that man! He visited us numerous times and I was sure that he was well and healthy. I turned to the task of training our children.
I conceived on one of those few visits and that was when tragedy struck. I developed an odd rash, then a low fever which quickly became a nasty chest congestion. I recovered but was very weak no one knew what I had or whether the babe was affected. I prayed and made sacrifice to the Gods to no avail. Renyuair was born early, fragile, and weak. His little eyes were clouded and blind and within 3 months he had a fever which could not be broken. The human healers were at their wits end to save him. In the end, I think, they were relieved his suffering was at an end. I agonized to think I had brought a foul sickness to that peaceful place but the humans seemed unaffected. It was many years later that we discovered the connection between these poor children and the aborted attempts of our Elders to reincarnate.
It was during my grieving ceremony I was brought word of my husband. Renuar was grievously ill and had left the elven village to prevent me from finding him and further endangering you girls. I honored his wishes and prepared to begin the grieving ceremony anew. I did not have long to wait, word reached me on the new spring’s dawning that my beloved Renuar was dead. His body was burned and his ashes sent to me in a small pendant that I wear still.
Can I relate how lost I was? How can one put into words the emptiness? I had lost my best friend, lover and the father of my children to the folly of my people. How bitter and angry I was. I think I would have turned on them had it not been for the friendship of the humans, who showed me that it was possible to deplore the worst segments of a society while admiring and loving the others.
I loved again in time, but a rebound type relationship is never a satisfying one. I met a human male, called Emblerum Baldaras, a mystic of middle learning and little ambition to travel. We settled in the human town of Whispering Winds. This is where I bore yet another daughter, Amber. We lived peacefully until he died of natural causes in a peaceful sleep. Humans are not as long lived as we, though it seems that Amber will take her longevity from me.
I felt, after the death of Emblerum, that I had learned all I could from the artisans of Whispering Winds. The elven temple had begun to fall into ruin and life seemed to be moving on. It was close to Amael’s day of womaning and I decided it was time to begin our journey to the school that would train her in the magics that were her birthright.
We traveled by boat on a clear bright day, and the journey looked to be rather uneventful.
I had an old map and soon noticed how changed the world was. I began to edit and update the map as we went along. We traveled slowly and I noted all the different landmarks. I made copies of that map and sold them to travelers for spending money.
We passed through the ice and snow covered Elmoriane region and I stopped for a bit to learn the ways of the dwarves. The were only too happy to have me as a student though I never did quite get the hang of crafting or scavenging. I used my mapping skills, though, and they were grateful for my help. I took lodging in a small house at the edge of town.
One morning I heard a strange sound from outside my door. It was the pained sound of a dwarf female in labor. She was alone and scared. I took her in and sent for help from the townhall.
The babe was positioned wrong for birth and the mother was in trouble. I used all my considerable skill to save mother and child but even I must bow to the will of the Gods.
The mother gasped out the name she wished for her child as she held her for the first and last time. “Merri”, she said, “her name is Merri. Tell her, darkelf, that she was loved by both her mother and her father”. She told me in a rapidly weakening voice about how she had loved and married a good dwarf. They were both miners, as most dwarves are, and her husband was a safety engineer. He inspected the mines for wear and tear. One night he reported that one particularly lucrative mine shaft was beginning to collapse, it was a danger. The mine was almost played out and the counsel determined that he was overreacting. Some time later the unthinkable happened, a support beam cracked and the whole shaft collapsed. During the rescue effort the very same dwarf that had sounded the alarm was buried alive in a secondary collapse. A woman was left without a mate, a child without a father. It seemed that fate was indeed against this poor mite, for soon after relating her story the poor woman died. All attempts to resurrect her failed, so reluctantly I cleaned her body and prepared her for burial.
I determined to raise the child as my own. In deference to their mistake, the dwarves allowed her to live in my house, though the did insist that I be moved to a bigger house closer to the center of town.
She was a joy to behold! Sweet of temper and intelligent! Not even the dourest old curmudgeon could resist her charm. She learned all the skills necessary to a dwarf and learned them well, earning high marks in all her studies.
When she had graduated from her basic education I determined it was time to resume our travels toward the darkelf stronghold.
The journey to the DarkElf fortress was not a difficult one, though emotionally it was painful for me. We were quite the gaggle and many times we were regarded with amusement. Imagine if you will one darkelf warrior in charge of 6 young girls of various ages and skills! Despite all this, the joy you girls brought to my days is something I will never be able to repay you for.
I drafted and sent a missive to the school of magicks begging the admittance of Amael, and they responded favorably to the request. My mother was still remembered with some pride by these austere folk.
Amael seemed to be excited by the prospect of learning but I could tell she was scared to be left there alone. My mother sent me a letter asking for Amael to live with her, and as we had always had a good relationship I was pleased she would take an interest in her granddaughter.
As we approached the guild house of my mother my stomach was twisting itself into knots. Would she be displeased to see me? Afterall I had mated outside my race, not once but many times…
I shepharded my brood to the door and waited to be announced. My mother slowly glided out of the door toward me, looking neither left nor right. My breath was stilled as I saw the tears that glistened unshed in her dark expressive eyes. “My child, you are the image of myself at your age. Where have you been? Why did you leave?” The anguish in her quiet authoritative voice near broke my heart. I choked out an “I’m sorry Mother” and she nodded at me saying softly “No mind, you needed to go learn about the world and I can see it has made you a stronger woman.”
I had unconsciously placed my children behind me and my youngest, Kia began to fret. I turned and took her from Amael, and turning back faced my mother, wary of her response.
“Are all these children under your care?” My mother sounded puzzled. “They are all mine” I answered softly.
She sighed and said “This looks to be a long story, come inside and have some refreshment.” She turned to one of her servitors and said “Have rooms prepared for my daughter and her children, we will take our refreshment in the gathering room. I have no wish to receive any visitors.” “Yes, my Lady Mage” was the reply.

My mother led us all into a large comfortable room, a roaring fire taking the chill out of the air. She gestured to the antechamber where a library waited. “The children can wait there if that is suitable. I assume they CAN all read?” I assured her that they were indeed well schooled and she seemed pleased.
She poured a drink from a decanter, offering me one as well which I gratefully accepted. With a sigh she seated herself in a comfortable wingback chair near the fireplace. I sat opposite her, cradling my sleeping child and sipping the liquid fire which was my mother’s drink of choice.
“Now my child you will tell me about your travels?” The question was phrased politely but I knew it was a command.
I stared at the leaping tongues of flame on the grate at a loss for words. My mother gave me time, waiting patiently. “You know why I left?” I began uncertainly, at her nod I continued, “I wandered for weeks before meeting the father of Airen and Neria. He saved my life and I fell in love with him.” I took a deep breath and plunged on. “He was Renuar of the light elves.” I peeked at my mother but she never even blinked. She sensed my apprehension and said simply, “They are a noble race and good people for the most part, I personally bear them no malice beyond their attempts to eradicate our peoples. He must have been a paragon for you to have loved him enough to bear him two children.”
I said “I have loved many men in my travels but none with the intensity of feeling I had for him. He died of the fever.” I drew a deep breath to still the anguish that that memory still had the power to bring.
“How you must have hated me…” My mothers quiet voice soothed a parched place in my soul I had no idea existed. I sighed but did not attempt to mouth platitudes she would have not accepted from me, in any case. “I did hate you and all of our people, his as well. The sun was dark to my eyes during that awful time. It was the love and support of the humans in Whispering Wind that saved me from total destruction.”
The emotions that quickly flashed in her eyes were dizzying to watch. “What would the betrayers know of love and compassion?” she opined bitterly. “Plenty it would seem” I replied.
“I loved a human and learned their side of the story. Can you imagine, mother, being trained and yet still treated like smart animals? They rebelled and they proved they have the right to self direction. They are slaves no more.” I spoke with no heat in my voice and my mother nodded her head. “Yes, I too have met many humans worthy of respect and even love, but to bear them a child? To be ageless and watch your child grow old and pass on?” She looked at me inquiringly.
“It took many powerful spells and workings to conceive Amber, it seems that she shares my longevity though she looks like her father’s people. She will be a worthy magess in her own right, coupling the strengths of her father and her mother. She is as naturally immune to disease as we are. All said and sifted, I will pass on before she does at any rate.”
I recounted to her my travels through the Dwarven community and the origins of Merri. Arliessa seemed to be proud of my decisions. I was relieved, and surprised, but then I believe I never really knew my mother.
“I met Kir TraMuanCat on the last leg of our journey here. He was a warrior, all muscles and strength. He was a Monk of Pagrial and beautiful to watch. He was intelligent and well read. He fair swept me off my feet did that Orc.” I giggled with my mother whose eyes were crinkled with laughter.
“I have heard the myths and legends about the orcs but I have never believed they were stupid brute beasts. They ruled this world for a long time after all…” She looked at me and placed a finger over her lips in a shushing fashion “Keep this between us though will you? I do have an image to maintain…” We laughed and the hard knot in my chest dissolved and I was able to breathe.
“I had no idea we would be able to procreate without the powerful spells I needed to bear Amber. So I had this little sweetling.” I looked fondly down at Kia sleeping peacefully against my shoulder.
My mother sat back and thought for a few minutes. The door to the room opened and a servitor entered. He announced that dinner was served and we gathered my brood and filed into the dining room.
Later that evening I settled the younger children in one large bed. Amael was shown to the room that I had occupied during my childhood and it brought back many memories, fortunately most of them pleasant. She seemed pleased with it and asked me if this would be her room while she went to school. I assured her that it would be and she crawled into bed with a sigh. I do believe she was asleep before her head hit the bolster!
My mother and I went to the kitchen where she ordered a tray of coffee made and delivered in her personal solar. It was a warm and inviting room and I settled onto a settee with a small sigh of pleasure. I sipped the strong brew and said, “Will you be personally teaching Amael or will you allow her to attend the Citadel?”
She looked at me and said “Which would you prefer?” I paused thoughtfully and answered, “Mother you are not the person I remember.” She sighed and said, “How could I not face the mistakes I made? You were not born of a loving relationship though I have loved you harder in an effort to compensate for the lack. I had such high hopes for you. I never stopped long enough to see the person you were. When you left I cursed the day I conceived you, when you stayed away I cursed the stubbornness of you. When you wrote to the Citadel asking for a place for your daughter, I blessed the love in you. You loved me and I finally saw that reflected in your love for your child. You risked the censure of your people to provide her with an education…and better start in life. I tell you in truth though, she will learn more here in these walls, of love and truth than she could ever learn in that accursed place. If you will allow me I will teach her all of my skills, bring in those who can teach her what I cannot, and let her grow into the woman she is meant to be.”
I looked at her speechless. She was somehow smaller and more vulnerable than I had ever in my life seen her. “I would like for her to learn at your side. I have two other daughters skilled in the magics…will you also guide and train them?”
She looked at me in shock. “You would trust me to teach all of your children?”
I nodded and added “Well those who are magically inclined, though in truth, Airen could learn some simple spells as well. Merri and Kia will have to return to the towns of their fathers to learn their birthrights.”
She thought for a few minutes. “I would like the opportunity to get to know all my granddaughters, but if you are to travel to dwarf village, orc fortress, and elf village you would have to leave no later than next season. Could I persuade you to stay if I pay for transit through gatekeepers when the time is right?”
I nodded and added “I am not poor, mother. I can pay for gatekeeper transport when the time is right. We will stay. Are you sure this will cause you no problems with the racial purists?”
Her eyes hardened with righteous anger as only the newly converted can. “You leave those bigots to me.”
I yawned and she ushered me off to bed before I could form a protest.”
“The journal ends here and my Mother shared a few decades with us slowly declining as her indomitable spirit fought the sickness. In the end her body began to give out and she prepared herself to cross over the Golden Bridge. My sister’s and I sang her spirit into the loving embrace of the Mother before she was blown away by the winds of illness. We await her return with hope and love. We share her message of peace and keep the old ways alive even in the face of a changing world. Our world is dying but we can care for Her and make her last days peaceful and happy. In the end it’s this, above all else, that matters.” She walked slowly to the fire and took up her lute. We slept as her silver songs wove dreams into our heads and we danced with the Earth Mother.

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