VaniVani, Varsha, Vibha , Vijayalakshmi, Valentina and Vanessa were the newest edition of harems in the Chandragupta empire of India. They had each been trained from an early age to fight from an early age. Each of them had come from a different region, each composing of their own religion. The seven awaited to become dosed with what was known as ) by the individuals who wished to propagate vice.
Vani was laying in her bead, she had just awoken to a nightmare, the scream of battle cries erupted into the air still from her dream. Vani was a Buddhist, she had been raised in a home that was full of peace and she was wondering how such thoughts could possibly enter into her mind since she was at peace.
The dreams had started only a month ago, already she was loosing weight, her eyes were growing wery, the war of Alexander the great had sought to put the mystery schools into the lands just as Darius the great wanted to before him.
The truth was that there was a great deal of confusion taking place in the midst of all of the turmoil, the Brahmans, the upper class had come to an agreement with Alexander the great, the Ksatriyas however remained the warriors, the Vaisyas remained the group of agriculturists and traders, and the Sudras were the group of men engaged in menial services. The only thing Alexander the great did was place the Gods of his lands on the top layer of the land while in truth the people still held to them what it was they cherished which was the old religion.
Vani had become so infected by the dreams that she began to transmute into something that was all together not normal, she had heard stories whispered growing up of Pey and Peymakilir but all of the stories had begun to sound the same throughout the all lands, the only thing was that the culture of the people told the stories differently.
These beings however had the power to invade peoples dreams, able to turn people into vampirs by not feeding on their blood but instead feeding on their life force, there was Pey and Peymakilir, one fed on your vital energy, the other fed on your life blood, together thsee two hared a bond.
"The respective paths must be kept" she heard in her dream but she also heard something else in her dream, a laughter coming from somehwhere deep in the ground when suddenly she was awoken to her horse inside of her room.
The breath was cold, she knew that she had not awoken early enough to tend to the stalls of the horses but it was so odd that it was so cold. She was certin that she was in deep need of kaidarya, also known as vangueria spinosa.
Her bare feet touched the earth, she could feel the ground beneath her and the horse was no longer there. Stepping out into the living quarters there was no one there. She could see that there was a light though at the end, she could see in that light a man with a shaved head, this was an aestetic who had been sitting in this position for the better part of a decade while stood in front of him another being in the same position but was much cruder looking, naked with an erection.
The two played a game of knucklebones in front of a statute carved into a wall. The stature was that of a woman holding a sheaf in her left hand, with her right hand raised, underneath , the letters of the statue were in reverse, they were the darker side of the individual, she found the statute of her dreams wandering into the woods, what led her there is what also led the other six there.
There were seven roads one could travel down, in the middle is where this one met, in the dream she came to the position in the middle where she had hoped that thre would be an end to her long journey but in stead there she only found children playing with the bones of a dead animal. On each of these bones was a letter, there were 132 all together but there were the others playing games with them. 18 Each they had in their pockets, she reached into her pocket and she also had 18 of them.
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Ashoka sat amidst his harem who were in the midst of an orgy, the king himself sitting there and enjoying the prana that was streaming into his midst, he was preparing the mass for what he liked most about this which was to lead his chosen one for that century into victory. The King himself was older than time itself, he himself had not had to commit the act of vamperism, he instead knew that he must hold these customs in high esteem, gathering from the 7 worlds the contestents neccesary. The 500 woman were not all for his liking, it would be ridiculous to expect the woman to all be for him, he only used these beings for the sake of drawing from their sexual energy.
Alexander the great had managed to take away an item of significant importance, the BenBen stone which would later come to be taken by Alodus Huxley, the woman with whom he had always wanted, Alice Astor had managed to steal the item that would harness its power.
Huxley was having a dream, it was of Alice Astor when she was a child. She was listening to her father argue with Woolworth who owned the Woolworth building.
Huxley awoke in the demonstration, there were guards speaking Greek. He had in his neck bite marks, his vision was blurry.
"He will not suffice for the contest, why did tou choose him for he is much to skinny!"
The guard, known as a hoplite,was a short man with a grey beard however he managed to atill look young. He had been given inly a small shift at night, a few hours only and he was to be babysat by the tall man who went by the name of
"Shutup you stupid dult" replied the other man.
This other mans name was Nikolas, he had seen several battles, including the last battle that had taken place between the greeks and India. He felt like he was being shafted of a higher position, being stuck here with some dult who didnt know a spear from a shield.
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Aadavan soughtout the woman with whom he needed to be wed with, however he could never get close enough. This was slowly starting to become looked upon as a primitive sort of way of meeting a woman, Adavan planned in keeping the custum alive.
Adavan was very tall, robust and muscular, he had a chest the girth ceiba tree. He had practiced this scenario in his mind over and over again, envisioning his success.
Aarna sat inside of her room, tonight was the night that she had planned on striking out against the neighboring army alongside of her friends. She was becoming tired of the Kings will to act, his cowardness knew no bounds it seemed.
She donned varmen, the armor of her time, she planned on having pieces for everyone in her group but she couldnt comeup with all of it, she only had enough for half of the wiman in her military faction.
She donned a leather coat of armour that would serve to protect her entire being. It was made of pangolin scales, it had not the scent of anyone ever slain in battle since no one had ever lost in her family.
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The Thar Dessert is where Huxley had landed, he had never expected for the BenBen stone to have transported him to his current location.
Alice Astor had managed to snatch away the piece neccesary for him to travel back though, now he was stuck with no way to return to home. Even worse than this, he was nkw being held prisoner by the Greeks who thought him to be some sort of spy do to his odd clothing.
"What do you think of Mr.Woolworth?"
It was a questuon she had asked him as a child, it was an odd question that you would expect to hear from an adult.