Someone to Love
by

goldenbane

Annette was a beautiful child. Her long, flowing blond hair, green eyes, and pearly white teeth was enough to make one believe she was a child of the ocean itself. Anyone that looked like her would have instantly become a child celebrity but not Annette....she was a mutant. Annette had the worst childhood anyone could ever imagine. She was a special girl, who, even at age 8, stood approximately 12 feet tall. Her father despised her, for she had crushed her mother during birth and accidently killed her. Her father was a miserable old miser who abused his mutant child relentlessly. He was built thin and lanky but he had a beer belly. His black hair was balding from age, and he wore a greasy and unkempt mustache. He took his daughter to a tiny remote island forced her into slave labor. She was made to sweep the house, which became smaller and smaller to her as she rapidly grew larger and larger every year. She washed dishes, cleaned clothes, picked up her father’s messes, and prepared meals. Life certainly did not get better for Annette when her father met and married a cruel woman who feared the young giantess. Often, Annette’s new step mother would accuse her of being rude, violent, or disobeying everything she was told. Of course these charges were outlandish, but since her father hated her anyway, he gladly berated the girl and tripled her workload.
If the step-mother did anything good for Annette, it was the fact that she enjoyed listening to opera music and did teach Annette to sing many of the songs (To save on batteries and electricity of course!). Annette developed a beautiful voice, and her songs could sometimes be heard by sailors across the seas. They renewed the old myths of Sirens, but the sailors often laughed at their own tales and never tried to find where the singing was coming from.
Annette’s sad melodies did not go unnoticed for long. Not far from her island was another isle, filled with giantesses like herself. These women, however, were actually the ancestors of the Amazons of Greek legend. They believed that, after he was freed by Hercules, the Titan Prometheus visited and mated with several Amazons. Each was at least a hundred feet tall, and sometimes even bigger. The new breed of Amazons hid themselves away from the rest of the world, preferring to capture shipwrecked men, and marry them. For generations, the Amazons kept their husbands in a powerful fortress, which protected the tiny men from the many dangerous beasts that inhabited their kingdom. The queen of the Amazons, Andariel, rested on the beach, holding her miniature husband, Miles, upon her lap. She smelled the sea breeze and caressed her beloved with her huge hands, then she heard it...singing.....a child singing. She listened closer, and began to understand the words.
“There is a castle on a cloud
I like to go there in my sleep
Aren’t any floors for me to sweep
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a room that’s filled with toys
There are a hundred boys and girls
Nobody shouts or talks too loud
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a lady all dressed in white
She holds me and sings a lullaby
She’s nice to see
And she’s soft to touch
And she says: ‘Annette, I love you very much.’

I know a place where no one’s lost
I know a place where no one cries
Crying at all allowed
Not in my castle on a cloud.”
The song brought a tear to the queens eye, and she gazed down at her husband, who was also mesmerized.
“Husband, you shall take a boat, and find that child. I do not care what you must do, but please...bring her to me! Because I am unable to bear any children of my own...perhaps I can adopt her and she can carry on my linage. You will do this for me, won’t you my beloved?” she asked.
“I will. I’ll do everything to get her here! Her voice was so tranquil! Could she be an abandoned Amazon?”
“I do not think so, beloved. Go now, and bring her to me!” Andariel gently picked up her husband and put him on the ground. He quickly ran off and found the only boat on the island. The men fixed it up so they could get supplies for their Amazon mates. If the child was as sad as her song, Miles was sure to rescue her from whatever it was that tormented and troubled her. He grabbed some supplies he knew he would need, including a large raft for the girl to sit on, and other precious items to barter with. He packed up and headed out to sea.
It was easy to find the Annette’s island, all he had to do was follow the sound of her sweet voice as she sung song after song. When he arrived, Miles saw the poor girl, now 11 years old and around 57 feet tall, being whipped by a normal sized woman. The young titaness probably could have smashed the woman like a bug, but she simply took her beating without complaint or struggle.
Annette’s father saw the stranger as he finished unpacking various trunks, and walked up the beach so he quickly ran up to meet him. He forced a fake grin to the man and shook his hand relentlessly.
“My word! It’s been a long time since we have had any visitors! Welcome sir, what brings you here?”
“My name is Miles, husband to Andariel, queen of the Amazons. Tell me something, is that girl for hire?” he asked, ignoring the father’s false welcoming.
“Hire? For...MONEY??? Why, of course she is! What do you want her to do? I’m sure she’d gladly do whatever you want for say....$100.00?” the weasley old man laughed, rubbing his greedy hands together.
“Fine, here is $100.00.” Miles said, handing the father the promised amount. He approached the girl and step-mother, who quickly stopped beating her, and tried to hide the whip behind her back. He looked up into the abused girl’s eyes and smiled. “You are my employee now. Would you rather work, or play?”
“W....Work or play??” Annette stuttered. “P...play, sir.”
“Very well, go....play!” Miles laughed. Annette stood before the tiny people a bit confused. Her step-mother glared up at her angrily.
“You heard the gentleman, Annette! Run along and play, damn it!” she snarled. Annette smiled warmly and quickly headed towards the beach, her footsteps sounding like rhythmic beating of drums. She dove into the water and began to enjoy a nice long swim. Miles took the father and step-mother and escorted them to their own table. He seated them and placed a bag he was carrying on the table.
“How much for Annette to leave this place and live me?” he asked them. The couple was shocked by the question.
“My little girl?? Why....she’s worth a $1000.00 at least!” the father cried out. Miles smiled slyly and poured out the contents of his back...several chunks of pure gold!
“That should be more than what you are asking. I shall now take her....” before he could finish, the step-mother budded into the conversation.
“Eh, $1000.00 would normally be more than enough, but....eh.....she is always getting sick. Medicine is expensive, as well as clothes and food for a girl so large....I say $15,000.00 is a more suiting price!” she hoped to raise the price. Miles scowled, but pulled out his brief case and opened it before the selfish parents, revealing a huge stock of gems, gold, silver, and other priceless artifacts.
“Here’s your damn money and more! Do with it what you will. ANNETTE! Come on, I’m taking you home with me!” Miles called out, allowing the greedy folks to stare at the bounty before them. Annette returned to the beach and followed her new “owner” to his boat. “Climb aboard the raft, tell me if it is too uncomfortable!” he said kindly. Annette nodded and climbed aboard...it was perfect.
“I think I can manage, sir.” she said softly, looking behind one last time, only to see her father and step-mother joyfully dancing about, yelling about how rich they were now. She looked forwards again, and watched Miles drive his boat, pulling her gently along.
She arrived at the Amazon kingdom and there was a crowd to greet her. Andariel stepped forward and knelt down to the child’s height. Annette could hardly believe her eyes...women who were all bigger than she was! Andariel smiled, and rubbed her fingers through the younger giantess’s hair. “Are....are you my....mommy???” Annette asked, fixated upon the beautiful queen.
“Y...yes dear! I am your mother now. My name is Andariel, and I am the queen over everyone you see here. I have heard you sing in the night, and I had you brought to me, so you could be my daughter. You shall be a princess, and all these people, myself included, shall take care of you and love you.” The queen replied, hugging the little girl as though she were her own.
Years past, and to the amazement of the Amazons, Annette never quit growing until she was 19 years old. She towered over the tallest giantess, standing at least 200 feet in height. She had changed with age, adopting to her role as heiress to the throne. She became very haughty and arrogant, which scared the various husbands and single men who inhabited the island. Every February, the Amazon singles would gather at the men’s fortress to choose their new husbands. This tradition had been carried out for centuries, to the point that it became a huge celebration. The girls rushed to the fort, but Annette took her time. They peered over the fortress walls to try and pick out a proper husband to marry. The men accepted this tradition, and grew anxious about it. They enjoyed the attention the young giantesses gave to them, and started their own traditions of how to impress the women so they would be picked.
A few of the girls chose their mates, and now it was Akra’s turn. Akra was the daughter of the greatest warrior and hunter of the Amazons. She already had a reputation for being a bold and skilled warrior, which excited the men, who tried their hardest to get her to choose them. Akra enjoyed the attention she was given, and had a man picked out, when everyone heard the hard footsteps of Annette coming. The men cried out, and scattered back into their huts before Akra could make her choice. Annette arrived and pushed Akra out of the way, and gazed down at the village. “Any men left for me??” she laughed out watching as the remaining men disappeared. It was forbidden by Amazon law to force a man to become a husband. This law wasn’t enforced very often, as the men were very agreeable to being the lovers and servants to their giantess wives. Annette overstepped her boundaries and grabbed the hut of the nearest male. She ripped it off the ground with one hand, leaving the poor little fella dangling from his own house. Annette laughed at his plight, and dropped the house back into the village, seriously injuring the man. The other Amazons were shocked by her behavior, and quickly called Andariel to the area. The queen was furious with her daughter.
“ANNETTE! How dare you treat these men that way! They are smaller than us, and are deserving of our protection, not our scorn! Akra has a great reputation as a warrior...you are feared and hated by the men, how does that make you feel???” she shouted angrily up at her adopted daughter.
“It makes me feel good, LITTLE mother! I’m the biggest and strongest Amazon of all, so it is only right that I get first pick! I’m a princess...royalty! Let the peasants choose their men on their own time!” she snapped back, bending over, and looking her mother right in the face.
Though a bit intimidated, Andariel knew that Annette was no where near as good a fighter as she was. She folded her arms and refused to back down from her daughter. “Very well, you are forbidden to take part in the mating festival from now on! The next man that is marooned or brought to this island shall be your husband...NO questions asked!” The Amazons left the fortress, leaving Annette boiling with rage. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw some men trying to help their fallen comrad. Annette growled at them, and slammed her foot into the ground, forcing the men to abandon the wounded man. She laughed haughtily at their cowardliness, then stomped off into another direction.

“So let me get this straight, Jason,” Miles inquired as the 2 new friends began to unload the boat after it had docked. “,you have all sorts of magical powers, yet you keep yourself homeless and miserable? Why do you do that? Why don’t you give yourself the perfect life and use your abilities to end all the suffering in the world?”

“It’s not that simple. It’s always been my personal belief that things happen for a reason. If I just made everything great and wonderful, I’d be messing with things beyond my ability to comprehend. Bad things happen, that’s part of what gives us our free will, so who am I to just fix problems the way I see fit?” Jason responded, grabbing a large crate and lifting it easily to shore.

“Ok, I understand that, but....why the body? You’re starving...why did you make yourself...er....um....”

“Fat? There are these....monsters that chase after me. They torment my life and make everything a living hell. I made myself this way to hide myself from them. It worked for a time...but they eventually found me....they always find me.....Please Miles, I’m begging you, don’t tell anyone about me, or what I can do. I’d rather just live here, anonymously and find the peace I so desperately crave. Being overweight like this is also a nice little flaw I gave myself...it helps me remember I’m a mortal like anyone else, and helps me keep my feet on the ground.”

“Alright, you have my word. I won’t tell anyone, but you’re going to have to live under the Amazons. They rule this island like goddesses. I’m sure my wife wouldn’t take kindly to you if you disobey or question their authority.”

“That’s fine. If I can have food, shelter, and someone to talk to, I’ll do whatever they ask.”

Unbeknownst to the men, Akra and her friends were nearby practicing their fighting skills. They overheard the men talking, though were unaware of what exactly was being said. Akra peeked through the tall trees and saw the “next man to arrive at the island” according to Andariel’s rule over Annette! She smiled mischievously, and motioned for her friends to have a look.

“Look at Miles’s new little friend! My gosh, what an overweight blimp, he’d make a perfect husband for that brat, Annette! You girls know what Andariel said....” She giggled.

“Hee hee! Annette’s new dream prince, it’s going to be hysterical to see the look on her face when Andariel commands her to marry him!” her friend chimed it, getting a good look at Jason.

The girls stepped forth from their hiding place, and surrounded Jason and Miles. Jason tried as hard as he could to remain inconspicuous, but he couldn’t help gasping out. He’d never seen anyone so big before! He wondered how Miles and the others live, knowing these giantesses could snuff out their lives with a whim. He slowly looked up, and saw Akra smiling deviously at them. She leaned down very closely, her hot breath sending shivers down Jason’s spine.
“Why....hello Miles! It’s great to see you back already. Who’s your friend?” she asked sweetly.

“Er, hi Akra! This is Jason, he’s come to the island to learn our ways and live with us. Jason, this is Akra, the proudest and greatest of the new warriors!” Jason smiled and nodded his head in greeting, as Miles continued. “How’d the celebration go? I bet you nabbed yourself a real hunk!”

Akra giggled, and without another word, snatched up Jason in her hand, as though she were a cat and he, a mouse. The little man struggled for a bit, but eventually grabbed hold of her fingers for support., as the giantess stood to her full height. She slowly opened her hand, with Jason resting in her palm. He looked up at her, a bit frightened as she and her friends looked him over. Akra nodded approvingly and quickly ran off with Jason still in her palm. She couldn’t help but laugh as she shouted for Andariel.

“Your majesty! Your majesty! I found him, I found him!” she gleefully laughed, as her friends followed her, giggling at her antics.

“Found who?” Andariel questioned, as she and her court gathered around the younger girls, wondering what all the commotion was about.

“You daughter’s new husband, of course!” Akra responded with a triumphant smile, dropping the tiny Jason into Andariel’s gentle hands. “He arrived today, I saw him helping Miles unpack the supplies. He even confirmed that this man is hoping to stay on the island!” She concluded, as Miles caught up, puffing and panting.

“W...w...what’s going on here??” he asked, trying to catch his breath. Andariel looked Jason over, who was trembling in her hand.

“Is this true, husband?” she asked, secretly hoping that Akra was fibbing.

“Yes it is, but who cares? What does it matter?” he responded.

Andariel sighed, and addressed everyone. “As you all know, I decreed that the next man to come to this island shall be the husband of my adopted daughter. What is your name, little one?” she asked the tiny man laying in her hand.

“J....Jason.” he responded, looking around at all the huge faces surrounding him.

“Then I declare today, that Jason shall be the man my daughter, Annette, shall marry! I apologize my tiny friend, for this rather odd circumstance, but it cannot be helped. We shall bring you to your bride to be...you will be wed in 3 days time.” Andariel told Jason, as she slightly cupping her hand, so that he would not fall off as they searched out Annette.

“Wait Andariel.....you can’t.....he isn’t.....you don’t.....wait up.....!” Miles called after them, completely dumbfounded by the situation.

Annette sat alone on the other side of the island. She dipped her feet into the cold water of the beach, and watched the waves crash between her toes. She was remorseful for what she had done, but the mating celebration had always reminded her how much of a freak she was, an outcast among outcasts. Amazons were supposed to be married when they were 16. Only the warriors had to wait longer, so they could complete their training. Every year, the men would run in fright of Annette, terrified by her sheer size and over excitedness. All she asked was for someone to love...someone to play with and keep her company at night. The other girls used to laugh and make fun of her, as they fondled and loved their tiny new husbands, while she was forced to remain alone. She admitted to herself that it felt good to strike back for once, she wanted to crush the little man she had captured earlier because of the way he reacted. She did feel that she went too far, she didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt, or force Andariel to create a new law. She closed her eyes and began to cry, as she sung a quiet lullaby.
As Andariel and her followers approached to area where Annette was, her singing touched their ears. Jason, sat up in the queen’s hand as he listened. It was intoxicating and gentle, yet sad and melancholy. He wondered who could sing such gloomy words for they must surely suffer even more than him. Soon Annette was in view, and he peered over Andariel’s giant fingers to catch a glimpse. She was stunning to him. The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He smiled and accidently let his feelings be known.

“SHE is to be my wife????” he exclaimed, resting his head on the fingers as visions of his bride-to-be drifted into his head.

“Yes. Do not be afraid of her. She has been acting rather strangely these last few weeks, but I assure you, if she harms you in any way, she shall suffer my wrath and pay for it.” Andariel answered, making Jason jump in surprise, as he didn’t mean for anyone to hear, much less answer his question. “Annette! You’re future husband has arrived! Come here and meet him! I pray that you shall finally be satisfied.” she called out.

Annette jumped to her feet and rushed over to the crowd. She immediately began to hope and dream of what her husband might look like. She gently pushed aside Andariel’s followers, trying to see what him. The queen uncupped her hand and held Jason out in plane view so that everyone could see. Jason looked up at Annette, not noticing or caring that she was twice as big as anyone there. He smiled warmly, and extended a hand in greeting. He soon pulled it back away sadly, as his warmth was met with disdain and abhorrence. Annette pulled her eyes away from the undesirable little man and stared at her mother.

“Please mother! Don’t force me to marry him! I promise that next year....” she begged, almost on the point of tears. Andariel glared angrily.

“You know what I said! You’ve reached the age of the warriors. I shall not stand by and watch my daughter become a miserable old maid! This man’s name is Jason. You will marry him in 3 days....You had better honor and respect him, daughter! If anyone tells me you are treating him otherwise, I shall punish you like I never have before! Do not force my hand.”

Annette sighed and nodded in reluctant acceptance. Her eyes slowly forced themselves to look at her obese future husband. At first she thought he looked hurt by the way she reacted, but she knew he must just be scared and cowardly like all the rest. She opened her hand, and held it out for him to climb into. He looked over her giant palm, seeking the best way to jump aboard. Finally he took a few steps and hopped gently onto her fingers. She raised her hand to her face, to get a closer look at Jason, frowned, then trudged away from the crowd.
Andariel watched, as Annette walked away. Slowly, she bent down and scooped up Miles, then pressed him into her lovely face. Miles hugged his wife, and looked into her eyes, and brushed the side of her face with his hand.
“Is Jason really that horrible? He’s not ugly or mean! He may be overweight but he will make a wonderful husband for her, I don’t understand why she can’t accept him....”
“You do not understand, husband. Annette has dreamed of marrying a handsome prince every day of her life. She has always loved your stories of Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. Instead of getting the perfect man, she gets one with a flaw. There is nothing wrong with Jason, or the way he looks....it’s just something that Annette must come to grips with.” Andariel responded, walking back towards her throne, followed by her fellow Amazons.
Annette carried her new husband a little ways before coming to her personal living area. She had erected a magnificent little hut...almost a mansion.... when she was 16. She planned to keep her husband there once she was married, so that he’d always be close by. She never dreamed it would take this long, or that the “grotesque” tiny Jason would be the one to live there. She knelt down, and spilled him next it, then laid down go to sleep.
Jason stood to his feet, unharmed, and watched as his unhappy bride made herself comfortable. He felt great sorrow and pity for her, as he knew she was terribly alone and disgusted by his apparent physical shape.

“Do you want to talk about this, Annette? I’d be happy to listen to anything you have to say! We can work this out!” he said, trying to be reassuring.

Annette was hopeful. Did this tiny man really care about the way she felt?? She finally decided he didn’t mean it, just shook it off.

“No, Jason. My mother’s word is law, and it cannot be questioned. There is nothing to discuss. If you’ll excuse me, I’m awfully tired and need to rest. I shall see you in the morning.”

Jason was saddened by this rejection, but he was now determined to win her love. He quietly moved towards his bed, and continued to stare through the window at the beautiful giantess, as she rolled over, and turned her back to him. His eyes began to glow softly with blue energy, and clouds to form around the island. A few claps of thunder burst through the sky, then it began to rain....rain that fell as his tears for Annette.

 

Sleep refused to come to Jason as he lay upon his bed. He could not clear his head of his wife-to-be, Annette. Slowly, he rose to his feet and went outside, becoming immediately soaked by the small storm he had created. The soft pitter-patter of the rain drops did not seem to bother his giantess bride as she slept soundly, her sleep strangely peaceful despite the recent events in her life. Jason couldn’t help himself any longer, he tip-toed up to the beautiful blond, and placed his hand upon her lips, being careful not to disturb her slumber. Annette breathed deeply, but remained asleep. Hesitating about using his power, Jason closed his eyes and inhaled the giantess’s breath. For one brief moment in time, her every dream, thought, and hope were his to share. They became one in spirit, Jason learned of her tortured past and miserable existence. He discovered her fantasies of a dream prince, and slowly a smile began to grow upon his lips. He forced his body to change and strengthen, the girth hardening into lean muscles, his height ever so slightly increasing until he stood 6' tall. Again, his eyes pulsed with the soft blue energy, the rain cloud in the sky lit up, and became as gold. His clothing was replaced by a royal garb, but his face was covered with a dark royal blue mask. He could not yet bring himself to tell her of his true nature, so he decided to wait...but he knew she would be pleased by what was to occur.

“Annette! Annette! Awaken, beautiful Annette!” his now angelic voice called out, as he began to hover in the air, until he came rest upon her big toe. The young giantess awoke, and gave a yawn. She was dreaming of her prince when she suddenly heard his voice call out to her! She felt a little weight on her toe, and she immediately sat up to see what it was. She gasped out, and covered her mouth as she saw him, the man of her dreams, whom she so longed to see! He smiled warmly, and silently kissed the nail. To her surprise it was instantly covered in a red polish. He glided to each toe, repeating this process until her toe nails on both feet almost shimmered with the polish. A blue aura of light surrounded his body, and floated and glided around her head, humming a sweet melody. Annette reached out for the masked noble, but he always flew just out of reach. He chuckled at this game and flew up to her eyes.

“Come with me, sweet princess. I wish for you to visit my kingdom!”

“W...Who are you???” She asked.

The masked man smiled, and waved his hand, stopping the rain. He looked her over, and with another wave, she was instantly dried and cleaned. Her handmade clothing, which consisted of mostly rags because of her sheer size, changed to an elegant white mini-skirt and top. A necklace of blue sapphires adorned her neck, and diamond earrings materialized in her ears. Annette soon squeaked out in surprise. Her 200 foot frame was being lifted off the ground, surrounded in the same mysterious aura that her benefactor had.
Higher and higher the couple flew, as they headed towards the magical cloud that hung in the sky. Annette laughed at this new sensation, she had never been “held” since she was a very little girl, and it felt wonderful to feel vulnerable again. She and her mystery man soared through the cloud, revealing a beautiful and gigantic castle lay upon it. Together, they landed on a road of pure rainbow that lead up to the gates. The masked prince did not hesitate or speak again, he just looked back at her, smiled, and motioned her to follow him. The gates opened up by themselves for the couple, and they were met knights riding pegasus. One landed on Annette’s finger, and hailed her with his banner. She giggled at this and gently pushed the horse and rider away, back into the sky.
Annette glanced inside the castle and was amazed at what she saw. It was a gigantic throne room, which was playing host to a magnificent ball. The dancers all wore colorful costumes and were masked like their prince. The castle was more than large enough to fit Annette, but the people were all regular. They immediately stopped their merry dancing and assembled into two lines, forming a path which the prince strode through, proud and tall. Once he’d reached the end of the path, he ascended a large staircase, which led to a gold and silver throne. He sat in the throne, and stared intently on Annette. The smiling people began to back up, widening the path for her to walk through, soon all eyes were on her.
She blushed, and felt herself turn red from embarrassment. The people and prince watched her, expectantly, she was not willing to disappoint them...but she was afraid. What would her mother think? What would Miles think? And worst of all, what would her husband to be, Jason, think? She began to convince herself that she was only dreaming....none of this could be real! She stepped inside the castle, and immediately the tiny people began to applaud! She walked down the path, smiling at all the little people at her feet. A young boy walked out of line, and Annette was forced to stop to avoid stepping on him. The young child held an enormous box, and she realized he was meant to stop her. He opened the box, revealing a gorgeous silver ring. He took it out, and approached the giantess’s feet. He knelt down to one knee and gently pushed in around her middle toe.

“A gift from the prince, your ladyship!” his smiling, but trembling voice said to her softly.

“Thank you!” she blushed, as the child quickly stepped out of the way, allowing her to continue. Eventually she reached the prince, who, after ascending the stairway to his throne, came up to about her chest. He stood up, and raised his arms.

“I have brought you to the seat of sweet music’s throne, in this kingdom where all must pay homage to music!” at that moment, all the people bowed down before Annette, their eyes full of love and admiration for her. The prince once more floated into the air, and landed into Annette’s hand. She raised him to her lips and smiled shyly. His hand touched her, reassuringly. “You have come here....for one purpose and one alone! Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me, to serve me....to sing for me!” he concluded, pressing his lips gently against her own. She turned away and blushed once more. When did he ever have a chance to hear her? How long had he been watching and listening? These questions entered her mind for merely a second, but were insignificant and were quickly dispelled.

“Will you dance with me, Annette?” he asked. She quickly turned back and looked him in the eyes, grinning and nodding. The prince returned her smile confidently, then gave a signal to the orchestra smiling, who instantly began to play a familiar song. Jason...the prince, held out his arms, which Annette took in her fore finger and thumb, then began to lead her in a waltz all around the ballroom. He started to sing, one of his favorite songs from a play he saw as a child.

“Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation!
Darkness wakes, and stirs imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I compose the music of the night.

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splender
grasp it, sense it - Tremulous and tender
turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
and listen to the music of the night.

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes and let music set you free!
Only then can you belong to me

Softly, deftly Music shall surround you
hear it, feel it closing in around you!
Open up your mind let your fantasies unwind
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight
the darkness of the music of the night!

Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you where you long to be!!
Only then can you belong....to me.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.
Let the dream begin let your darker side give in
to that power of the music that I write....
The power of the music of the night!

You alone can make my song take flight!
Help me make the music of the night......”

The couple danced for hours, until the sun began to rise. With another mere gesture, Jason stopped the orchestra from playing, and the crowd began to applaud them for their excellent performance. He looked back at Annette and kissed her.

“I want to see you again my sweet. When may I?”

Annette shuddered as she forced herself to answer truthfully. “Tomorrow...at my engagement party! I’m so sorry, but my mother promised me to another! I can’t see you....”

Before she could finish the prince smiled again. “I will see you tomorrow! I promise...until then!” he kissed her once more, and Annette began to feel dizzy. She looked around, and it seemed like everything was melting away. She soon found herself alone, laying in front of Jason’s little hut. She wondered if it had all been a dream?

Jason instantly teleported into his hut and peeked at the window at his beloved Annette. He thought he’d played it pretty smooth last night, he materialized a glass of water into his hand and sipped it. He was excited about the engagement party, because he knew he’d be the center of attention. He planned to appear as the masked prince, and reveal himself to everyone...when his stomach began to cramp, and a shiver shot down his spine! Jason felt his hands tremble and shake. His fingers jerked open, and he watched his glass fall to the floor, breaking into a thousand pieces. His eyes widened, he felt sick.....Balor was here!

 

Jason looked into the mirror, and saw his image begin to twist and change. Soon, Annette’s image stood before him. She lifted her hand, revealing a tiny version of himself, resting within it. She smiled at the little Jason.

“Oh Jason! You are not only my masked prince, but an all powerful god like being as well! That is so wonderful....I must kiss you!?” she said to the little man, in an insincere sweet voice. She lifted the man to her lips and kissed him as hard as possible, causing his head to rip off at the shoulders! “Oh! I’m so sorry about that...I love you so....here, let me help you with that....” she continued, picking up the head, and smashing it onto his body, until there was nothing but a bloody mess. She began to laugh at what she’d done, and her image began to twist again, until Balor appeared! He laughed manically at his performance, as Jason glared at him through the other side of the mirror.

“Leave me alone, Balor. You know what I did to your lap dog! I swear I’ll kill you if you try to hurt any of the people here.....” Jason warned, interrupting the demon’s fun.

“Aw, is that any way to treat an old friend? And after I came all this way too....” the evil devil chuckled. “That image you saw could easily become reality you know....you haven’t been using your powers to protect yourself....better to give them to me, so they won’t go to waste...I must say, you are getting quite a collection, first you became a thief after stealing my rightful power, then you became a murderer after killed precious Merelith, now you are a liar to your own dear wife!” he continued, stepping through the mirror and into the physical world.

Jason stepped back, his eyes thundering with the mysterious energy he commanded. “Back off, Balor! Get the hell out of here, I swear I won’t hold back this time....you do anything at all, and you won’t live to regret it!”

“Please....you are as worthless as you are weak. Do you really think your parlor tricks can defeat me??? Give it a try!”

Jason growled furiously, he pulled his arms back, then shot them forward at Balor, unleashing a stream of blue energy. The power came within centimeters of the demon, but stopped and hung in mid air. The devil raised his hand, and began to push the power back at Jason! Sweat began to glisten upon Jason’s brow, but he strengthened his resolve, forcing the power to strike the demon down. Balor gasped in surprise at this newfound strength, and struggled all the harder to force the energy away. The beam started to glow hotter and hotter as the two combatants struggled, the walls and ceiling of the hut began to blacken and burn away. The very earth below their feet began to shake and tremble. Outside, the sun flared up, becoming hotter, changing into a brilliant white color. Jason’s nose began to bleed as he pushed his power. Balor faired only slightly better, as his human form melted away...revealing his crimson skin, horned head, and hoved feet. Both soon realized that the very seams of reality were falling apart all around them, and in one brief instant, the energy dissipated and all was returned to normal.

The monster panted, amazed at Jason’s newfound strength. “I will see your ass tonight! You won’t live long enough to enjoy your wedding day!” he declared, disappearing in a cloud of fire and brimstone.

Jason quickly resumed his normal, overweight form, as he heard the soft booms of Annette’s bare feet as she run towards the hut. Her eye filled the window, as she peeked inside.

“Jason? Did you feel that??? What happened?” she asked, her voice trembling from fear. Jason looked into her eye sadly, and forced himself to lie as he shoved the memory of Balor to the back of his mind.

“Yeah....It woke me up, I must have caught the aftermath of it, however....it stopped when I sat up.”

Annette looked skyward, as Jason came out from the house. She sighed heavily, looking for a cloud of gold. Unknowingly, she muttered aloud “Oh...I hope the prince and his kingdom are ok!”

“Prince? The artist ‘formerly known as’??” Jason asked “Tall guy, wore royal garments, had a mask on?”

Annette covered her mouth as she gasped. “Y...yes! How did you know?? Is he a friend of yours??”

Jason forced himself not to burst into laughter. “Er, no, I saw the two of you outside talking. He’s a real wackjob. I’m surprised you didn’t smash the goofball for kissing your feet like that!” He saw Annette’s face turn a distinct shade of red.

“He...uh....I....Er....Please, you won’t tell my mother or the rest of the tribe, will you?” she pleaded. “They’d punish me severely if they found out!!”

Jason folded his arms, but smiled up at her. “No, I won’t tell, but only if you do something for me! This engagement party sounds pretty dull. I’m not interested in attending. That blasted thunderstorm kept me up for most of the night, and I plan on turning it early. Make up something to get me out of it, ok?”

“What?? I can’t do that! You have to show up, because that’s when we seal our promise to each other by making....” but Annette quickly stopped herself, before she could finish.

“By making what?” Jason asked, curiously.

“Love! We’re supposed to make love together in front of the whole tribe to show that our bond is strong. Andariel will be furious if you don’t show, and I’ll be made a laughing stock! If you care anything for me, you’ll come!” she shouted, frightened. She picked up Jason before he could reply, and held him dangling from her thumb and forefinger. She was a bit surprise that Jason didn’t scream out in fear. He just hung there, and looked into her eyes with disappointment. “You aren’t afraid of me, like the other men, are you?” She asked.

“No, why should I be? You’ve never given me a reason to be scared...” he answered, smiling.

“You are a sweet little man, Jason.” she giggled, laying him in the palm of her other hand.
“Thank you. Please, tell me about the man you were with, what was he like? What did the two of you do?” Jason asked, trying to sound interested.

Annette looked at him, and smiled warmly. “He was wonderful! I think he’s some sort of magical elf, or maybe even a angel! He was able to fly, and made it so I could fly with him. He took me to his castle, where a ball was being held...I think it was in my honor! I wish you could have seen it...the castle was made of pure silver, the people were friendly and adored me. For the first time in my life, I’ve known what it’s like to not be feared. The prince gave me these fantastic clothes, and even ordered one of his servants to place a ring on my toe. I think it stands for his love of me! We danced...for hours all night! He sung to me and his voice was so sweet and friendly. I could have stayed with him forever if I’d been given the choice. He promised he’d show up at our engagement, I hope he does! Jason, I’m in love with him...I know it! I hope you understand.”

Jason was silent for a moment. “You love him? I have a question for you.....could you ever love me instead?”

“Do you think I’ve been given a choice??” she snapped back, a bit annoyed, thinking of the horrible law that was forcing him upon her.

“I said, ‘could you ever love me?’” Jason repeated folding his arms and looking into her eyes. Annette scowled and dumped him ungraciously to the ground.

“I don’t feel like talking anymore...I’m going for a walk...do whatever you want.” She said, standing to her full height, making sure Jason was aware of her size.

“Why don’t you answer me? Don’t look at my appearance, look at my spirit...could you ever love me?” he said sternly, standing up.

This act of defiance infuriated Annette. She was half angry, yet half impressed by his show of courage. “There is only one man I could ever love, and that is the masked prince!” She growled, slamming her feet into the ground, just inches away from Jason. She suddenly felt very insecure...Jason refused to back down! He simply stood there, staring up, awaiting a reply to his question. “I....I could smash you like a bug! You’d better run away from me!” she stammered, lifting her powerful foot, and using it to overshadow him.

“Why don’t you give me an answer? I already said I’m not afraid of you...I know you don’t want to hurt me or anyone else...you are lonely and you take it out on those who’ve annoyed you. I know you love the prince, that’s fine, I’m okay with it, but could my personality win your heart?”

Annette frowned, and lowered her foot, away from the tiny man. She stood before him...and began to wonder how he seemed to know so much. “Before I answer....Let me ask you...could you ever love a FREAK like me?” she managed to blurt out, on the verge of tears.

Jason’s heart began to melt, and he also fought to hold back tears. “I already do....” was all his reply. Surprised, humbled, and embarrassed, Annette began to walk away...

“Jason....if I hadn’t met the prince....I know I could have loved you with all my heart!” she finally said, stopping and lowering her head. She walked off, very slowly, and Jason quietly entered his hut. He sat on the bed, and stared at the ground. He started to cry, uncontrollably as he remembered the events that led up to his current stage. He loved Annette at least as much as she loved him...and he was positive that once he revealed himself as the prince, their love would blossom, but he couldn’t get the night of the graduation out of his head.....Balor knew his secrets and it was only a matter of time before he took her away as he had done to so many others.....

......The whole school was gathered, and everyone was there to watch him walk up the stairs to receive his diploma. The last person he clearly remembered seeing was Balor. The tragedy started there...a terrible accident, a gasoline truck colliding into the school, killing several members of the audience....the explosion afterwards....Jason watching as the ambulance pronounced his friends and family all dead...and he was only one of four survivors.

He had enough...Jason felt more powerful than ever after using his powers for Annette and against Balor...if the monster tried to ruin this for him....he vowed one of them would not walk away alive.

 

As Jason dwelled on the tragedies of his life, his enemy was making plans of his own. Akra was practicing in the jungle, twirling her titanic spear around, smashing it into various practice dummies. Her many tiny admirers watched from a relatively safe distance, going into a clapping frenzy whenever she struck exceptionally well. Her favorite maneuver was to smash a dummy in one hit, then she would tower over the little men, and hold out her foot for them to worship and kiss. The men would become like a school of pirana...almost on the verge of fighting one another to see whom could kiss Akra’s enormous toes the most. This particular afternoon she noticed one man who seemed unimpressed by even her greatest attacks. She began to grow determined to make this man another one of her lovers. She smashed the largest and most sturdy of the dummies, sending the all the men, save him, into their typical frenzy. As they kissed her feet she glared at the stranger.

“What is the matter tiny? Am I too intimidating? It’s ok to worship me...your friends seem to enjoy it!” The man simply stared, his lips curling into an almost cruel smile.

“My dear Akra, your strength and power are enough to turn even the bravest man into a whimpering buffoon....yet you are not the strongest Amazon of all....are you?” She did not appreciate this remark at all. Akra quickly bent down and snatched up the arrogant fool. She slightly squeezed her hand, throwing the man into a panic...gasping for air.

“DO YOU WANT TO REPHRASE THAT?” she growled.

“N...no Akra....y...you misunderstand! A...as long as...Annette lives on this island you will never be...the greatest Amazon of...all! She is the biggest...standing at 200 feet, while you and your friends are merely half her size! Release me....and I can remedy that problem....” he shouted, as Akra’s fingers squeezed him to the point in which he could hear his own ribs crack and begin to break. Akra let him go, still angry. She playfully kicked her worshipers off of her feet.

“Get out of here you insects! I wish to talk to this man alone!” she thundered, sending the puny cowards scurrying back to their homes. “Alright, talk! How can I be bigger and more powerful than Annette?”

“Simply by doing me....a favor, oh great one!” the man responded, trying to catch his breath. “Her...husband-to-be, the man called Jason. He is far more than what he seems, believe me! He is actually a magical creature, full of vast powers that he plans on using to aid his future wife. They are plotting against you and your friends! He is actually a handsome prince who only appears to be an overweight blob as to not attract attention! You gave him to her by mistake, he should have been yours! I will give you all the power you could ever use if you will take him for yourself! Ignore the laws of Queen Andariel! The only reason she even holds the throne is because of your mother, so what do her laws mean to you? Will you do it? Take her husband for yourself! She means nothing to you, only power matters and power is what you’ll have once he is in your possession!”

“Yes! How could I have been so stupid?? She wants to use his magical powers against me, to make me look foolish like she did at the ceremony yesterday! I’ll show that fat bug, Jason, who his wife should be! I’ll do it, give me the power to take Jason for myself!” she shouted, the mans evil influence clouding her judgement.

“Excellent! As Annette is twice as big as the Amazons, so shall you be triple the size of your sisters! I have spoken, let it be done!” he cackled, changing his form to that of the diabolic Balor! He pointed at Akra, and a bolt of fire leapt from his fingers. It hit the young giantess, and she was bathed in it’s evil glow. Her breasts began to expand, forcing her top to strain and tear in feeble attempts to hold them inside. Her feet extended, the toes smashing and crushing any unfortunate to dare bar their path. Her hips widened, ripping asunder her panties. Higher and higher she grew, dwarfing even the tallest trees until she was a full 300 feet in height! Her eyes glowed from Balor’s evil influence, and her canine teeth became longer and more menacing...giving her a somewhat bestial she stomped off towards Jason’s hut, snarling and repeating the same thing over and over again.

“Jason! I’ll get you...you are mine Jason! I’ll have you for myself! Annette can’t stop me, NO ONE can! I’ll have you Jason....”

Her prey still sat alone in his hut, still dreaming of the past, and fearing what the future may hold. He heard her huge footsteps booming towards his home. Quickly, he stood up and rushed to see what all the racket was about. He thought that Annette was throwing a temper tantrum, for no one else could possibly be so loud. Before Jason could even reach the door, the entire house was ripped up from it’s foundations, and he was left standing on a wall-less, ceiling less floor! He gasped once he realized it was the now all powerful Akra. She held his former home between her huge fingers, and smashed it as though it were nothing. She grinned menacingly at him, and tossed the wreckage of his house aside, as she knelt down to grab him.

“AKRA! My god, what’s happened to you? W...what are you doing? NOOOO!” had he not used his powers to protect himself, Akra would have smashed him right then and there, not knowing the limits of her new strength, and still under the influence of the demon. She pressed him into her huge lips, and gave him the biggest kiss he’d ever received. As he squirmed in her grasp, her prodding fingers peeled off his clothing, layer by layer, until he was completely naked in her palm. She laughed and stuck out her tongue, using it to lick his pathetic penis. She covered him in her saliva, licking and kissing until his skin began to turn red from her rough treatment. Jason knew what was going on, Balor had sent her to rape him! He refused to use his powers to hurt her, after all, he realized this wasn’t her fault. He tried to gain his composure to use his magic to shrink her, as the evil giantess brutalized his body. It had no effect! Akra purred lovingly, and rubbed the poor man all over her gigantic cleavage. She pressed her index finger down hard against his manhood, forcing it into erection, and into a climax. He screamed at this horrid treatment, and used a few bolts of lightning to knock her back. Akra was too big...she was unaffected by his power, and Jason feared being more forceful not knowing how much it would take to stop her, or kill her. She smiled, as a new idea came into her head.

Slowly, Akra lowered Jason towards her awesome vulva, which was now as big as a cavern to her helpless little victim. She snarled, trying to push and force him into her woman hood, as he grabbed her pubic hairs, attempting to avoid being manhandled. He slid in halfway, his fingers slipping from the hair, as they were coated with a thick layer of her juices. The cruel fingers pushed harder and harder, until he was all the way inside. Akra began to masturbate and moan with pleasure as her captive fought to free himself. Her womanly fluids showered over Jason, but made his escape easier, and he was able to slip out, and fly to freedom. The angry giantess roared furiously and tried over and over to catch the flying male as though he were a fly. Jason flew faster, trying desperately to find the rest of the Amazon tribe, while attempting to keep out of Akra’s cruel grasp.

Thinking quickly, Jason changed his shape to that of the masked prince, as to hide his identity from the Amazons. He knew that Akra was in a frenzy and was unable to tell the difference between him normally and him as his princely alter ego. It wasn’t long before the woman warriors came rushing to the commotion. They gasped in unison at what had happened to their tribal heroine. They brandished their spears and defended the flying stranger from the rampaging woman. She cackled gleefully, as she towered over her friends and family, most of them barely coming up to her knees. She swatted the women aside like a bear would do to a pack of wolves. The Amazons fought fiercely but they were not big enough to put up any amount of struggle against the monstrous giantess. Suddenly, Akra was grabbed from behind by a woman at least half her size, Annette! The women struggled against one another, Annette showing surprising skill and strength against her more powerful opponent.

“You BITCH! I know that you’ve been planning against me! I’ll kill you, Jason should be mine, do you hear me, Jason is MINE!” Akra roared, throwing Annette aside like a rag doll. She tackled the young giantess and began to strangle her against the ground. A huge chain was thrown around Akra’s neck, and she was pulled off of Annette by a small army of her fellow Amazons. She grabbed the chain and began pulling back, slowly winning this miniature tug of war contest against even 12 of the best Amazons in the tribe. However, they stalled long enough for Andariel herself to enter the battlefield! She waved her hands, casting a spell that was passed down from queen to queen...the last remnants of their ancestor, Prometheus!

“Father Prometheus, I implore you to give me the strength to end this massacre of your daughters!” she chanted, her fists and eyes glowing with soft green energy. She charged the evil titaness and leapt into the air, using Akra’s own knee as a step ladder. She delivered a powerful blow to Akra’s nose, causing the giantess to lose her concentration and be pulled to the ground by the rest of the tribe. Andariel had used up a good portion of her personal power to take down Akra, but she saw the giantess still had fight in her as she struggled against the others. Annette, however had gotten to her feet after the severe beating she received and started to pound Akra again and again and again, until the woman finally went unconscious. The Amazons quickly went to work at securing the berserk Akra, then gathered together to catch a breather. Andariel noticed Jason, now dressed as the masked prince, but she did not realize who he was.

“Who are you? Did you do this to young Akra, one of our tribes most honorable and powerful warriors? If you did.....” she shouted angrily, trying to calm herself from all the excitement.

“No your majesty, it wasn’t me! I am the ruler of a great kingdom in the clouds, and I came here to visit your beautiful daughter, Annette, whom I love. My enemy must have tricked this poor girl, and turned her into the monster she is now! He is an evil demon named Balor, and he lives only to destroy my life! I was....unaware of his presence before it was too late...please believe me, I meant no harm to you or your tribe!” he pleaded. Annette saw him, and came running, grasping him in her arms and hugging him against her breasts.

“He is telling the truth, mother! I know he is, for this is the prince of my dreams! I invited him to my engagement party...that is why he is here! Please, I love him....” she cried to the queen. Andariel looked on, a bit ashamed of her.

“Annette...I believe him and you....now put him down! He is not your husband, and you have no right to fall in love with him, while you are already claimed by another. I apologize, stranger, for accusing you. Whomever this Balor is, he has brought the rage and hate of all the Amazons upon his head! If we find him, he will die, I swear it!” she cursed.

The masked prince nodded and approached the sleeping Akra. He lay his hands upon her arm, and blue energy leaped from his eyes. It engulfed her enormous form, and slowly, she began to shrink back to her normal size. The prince breathed a sigh of relief, happy that his power worked this time...was it Balor’s doing, or had he been too frightened to use his power effectively from before? Akra’s eyes fluttered as she came to. She looked around, completely confused.

“Where am I? What happened..why are you all staring at me like that?” she asked, unable to remember anything since she began training. The Amazons cautiously unchained her....and Balors hideous laugh could be heard in the distance!

Many hours past as the Amazons cleaned up the mess they had made, and preparations for the engagement party went under way. This night, everyone was uneasy and nervous. Talk of demons, devils, and monsters unnerved even the bravest of warriors, and many of the priestesses gathered to pray to Prometheus for guidance and protection. The masked prince was kindly asked to go to his hut...but was warned by Andariel to stay away from Annette! As night came upon the fortress of men, Miles quietly snuck into the prince’s house.

He saw the masked one sitting on his bed, his head hanging low in sadness. Upon Miles’ enter, the prince immediately sat up and smiled at his guest. Miles cautiously approached and gazed the stranger over.

“Jason?” he asked, hoping to confirm his suspicions. The prince, Jason, smiled and nodded his head.

“Yeah, it’s me! How did you know?” he asked.

“I overheard you talking about enemies and stuff. I figured that if you and the masked prince were both being chased by monsters, you must be the same guy...that and the fact that the prince never appeared until Jason came to the isles! What in the heck are you doing in that get up?”

“I’m trying to romance Annette! The poor girl, she’s been feared and hated for so long, I thought it’d be nice for her to find the one she loves so much. I...I used my powers....I couldn’t help it, Miles! I knew she wouldn’t really love Jason because of the way he was thrust upon her and because of his physical shape. The masked prince is her dream man, so I became him instead!”

“That’s fine...one problem though, Jason is still supposed to marry Annette tomorrow and you promised her that the masked prince be there as well! How are you gonna manage this one?” He began to laugh as the realization started to come to his friend. Jason sighed about his own stupidity and banged his head against the wall...several times. “Jason! Heh, you’re as love sick as she is...you didn’t even think about that did you?”

“No, I completely forgot! I feel so stupid...I don’t know what to do! I could create a clone of one of my alter egos to stand in my place...but who should it be, me or the prince?”

“Here’s what I want you to do...don’t make any clones of yourself! They might have your powers and who knows what type of chaos that would bring! Instead, make me look like Jason, and you continue as the masked prince. That way Jason will know all the love dances I was supposed to teach him...heh....and you can continue romancing Annette while the rest of us dance. Afterwards, maybe you could reveal yourself as the real Jason, and we could finally get on with the wedding. How does that sound?”

“Thanks Miles! I don’t know how to repay you!”

“Just remember me in your will, ok? Let’s do this thing now, the party is going to be starting any minute now. Akra isn’t going to be there, she’s still shocked over what she’d done earlier....we’ll say that I’m with her, making sure she’ll be alright.” Jason nodded with a smile, and waved his arms. Within seconds, Miles form was replaced by that of Jason’s overweight body. “Not bad, not bad! Alright, let’s do this!” The two exited from the hut, and the festivities began!

Loud music played and the little men danced around entertaining their wives. The ladies would hoot and hollar for their husband to out dance the others. Afterwards, the wives would gather their husbands and dance with them to slow, romantic music. Miles/Jason was the center of attention and would give the calls as to what type of music would be played. He’d dance in front of Annette, and the other men were to do the same for their wives. The single men stood off by themselves near the food table. They were over seen by the single giantesses, who’d laugh and giggle with each other...playfully competing over who would get to dance with who. Jason/the prince stood on top of the fortress walls, watching all the fun. Annette sat lovingly close to him and her eyes adoringly memorized his every movement. She tried as hard as she could to avoid dancing with “Jason”...or being with him in any sense of the word, but she was caught by Andariel. Her smaller mother plucked up the prince between her fingers and looked him right in his tiny eyes.

“Why don’t you sample some of the punch...it’s very good.” she addressed him coldly, placing him down at the punch bowl with the other single men.

“Heh, good idea, your majesty.” he bowed, taking a glass and filling it with the drink. He heard chuckles and embarrassed giggles from above, and saw the young single girls laughing and pointing at him. They gazed him over, then would whisper into each others ears, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“That’s the man who Annette loves! Isn’t he cute?”

“Annette is forbidden from associating with him...does that mean he’s available to the rest of us?”

“I hope so! I heard he has magic powers!”

“He’s so noble looking...wouldn’t he make the perfect husband? *giggle!* I’ll bet he’s great in bed!”

“Hee hee, I get first dibs girls, when mating season comes around again!”

“In your dreams...look at your wrinkled old feet, he deserves a wife who’s perfect in every way...like me! Ha ha!!”

Jason smiled, and decided to play with them a bit...he turned around and seemingly glared at the girls. They stopped their talking, and watched him nervously. He quickly turned his scowl into a grin and blew them a sexy kiss. The giggled at his flirting and began to argue over whom he was “kissing.”

Suddenly, Jason’s stomach cramped up, and a cold shill slowly crawled down his spine. He didn’t know if it was some sort of natural warning system he developed, or Balor playing games with him...but whenever he felt it, the demon usually appeared. This time Jason was ready...he’d been practicing with his powers ever since he learned about his wedding to Annette strangely he felt more and more powerful every time he used them. His showdown with Balor earlier confirmed his suspicions. Jason closed his eyes...and used his power. He smiled, knowing his little trick had worked.

The devil appeared, in the center of the party, startling the men, and their lovely giantess brides. He was now truly a demon! Fire blazed all about his person, like an eerie cape. The horns, and boney spikes that sprouted from his grotesque armored hide were black and deadly. His forked tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, between the sharp rows of teeth. His powers informed him that Jason was here...but the boy had disappeared! His glowing red eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the young fool. Finally he spoke:

“Bring me the boy! Where are you? You can’t hide from me!! Your time is up and the war has begun, you know what THAT means!”

“Yes, it means I’m going to be free!” his voice echoed. It came from everywhere, the trees, the rocks, the very air itself. The monster snarled, and looked around frantically, growing more and more confused...perhaps even afraid.

“NO! It means your powers are MINE! You are a thief!”

“These powers were FORCED on me!”

“....You killed Merelith!”

“She attacked me first! You’ve done your best to destroy my life...and until now you’ve succeeded.”

“I will continue to destroy your pathetic life until you hand over your powers to me!

“I know what will happen if I do that...you’ll use them to destroy the world!”

“ENOUGH of these damn games! I’ve come here, in front of all your pathetic giantess friends and openly challenge you...what....ah ha!!” the demon smiled, reaching out...and grabbing Jason! “You thought your parlor tricks could work on me??? Try again, boy, you won’t be rid of me that easily!”

Jason’s heart skipped a beat. He had MILES! All he had to do was let Balor kill the fake Jason. The demon would think he’d won, and would finally leave him alone! Jason knew all he had to do was keep quiet and let Miles perish in his place. It was a perfect plan! He hid himself away from Balors view, he tried to lose himself in the crowd...but he took one more look at Miles...and saw the fear in his eyes.

“What am I doing? Can I condemn that poor man to death...pretend I don’t know the fear he’s feeling? This poor man who bears my face...who faces the demon for me...what am I thinking? Can I conceal myself forever, pretend I’m something...someone I’m not?” He thought to himself The masked prince stepped forth from the crowd, slowly, hesitantly. He dropped his illusion of invisibility from Balor, as well as the illusion of Jason off of Miles. Quickly he rushed to Miles’ aid, pulled the terrified man away from the demon, and lead him towards the horrified Andariel. He turned and looked the beast in the eye, tears slowly welling up, as he knew what must be done.

“I’M JASON!!!” He screamed, pulling the mask from his face. As he did so, his royal garb, and handsome body reverted, not to the plump Jason, but to the way he used to be...the day of the graduation, only older. “Balor...leave these people alone, I’m the one you want!”

The demon glared, unsympathetically. His eyes burning with hatred at the fact he’d almost killed some meaningless pawn, while his true adversary “laughed” at him behind his back. “Jason....at last, we see each other plain! Young fool, pitiful idiot, your mask is gone!”

“Before you say one more damn thing, Balor, listen to what I have to say!” Jason cried out. Suddenly he pointed to the shocked and speechless Annette! “This girl is nothing but a suffering child...and there is no one else except me who can help her! In mercy’s name, give me just three days to spend with her...to show her love! Then the powers are yours, I promise, you can have them...you can do what ever you want with me, just leave her out of this!”

“How stupid do you think I am?? I’ve chased you throughout the years! You’ll just run and hide again...you pathetic little sheep!!”

“Believe whatever you want, but this is a duty I swore myself I’d do. You don’t really know anything about me....you’re just a greedy f**k who cares about no one but himself!”

“I’ll make a deal with you, child! Let me show you this...” Balor waved his hands, and the air was filled with television-like bubbles, each depicting a different universe. “If you just...leave, I’ll never bother you again! Why stay in this dreary reality when there are so many others open to you, begging to be explored! You have some stupid fascination these idiot Amazons? There are a thousand universes you would be better off living in! Look, in this reality, you could be the fine neck piece of a truly beautiful goddess, why, she even dwells on a jungle island just like your friends! How about this reality, you could save them from a truly fearsome ‘dark beast’ and be heralded a hero! Would you like to be tormented by two giant step sisters? Perhaps you’d rather settle down and be an ever shrinking family man? You’re a dream lover, aren’t you? Fulfill them!”

“Very tempting, but I’m afraid not! Those beings have their own destinies to follow, their own lives to live, and stories to tell. You don’t know anything about how the world works, you’d sooner see us either all dead, or groveling at your feet...but you NEVER will while I’m still breathing! I’m warning you, Balor I know I’m more powerful than you are!”

“You dare tell me I don’t know about the world?? I’m the only one that matters on this puny mudball! Every human is born in SHAME every human must pay the price for his or her sins! It is YOU who know nothing...nothing about me! I was born in the very pit of Hell, amid the searing flames!”

“I’m warning you, Balor, leave these me and these people alone or else! I WILL kill you here...if I have to....” Jason warned, silencing the demon as his words cut like a thousand knives. Slowly, he turned and faced his beloved Annette. He looked into her eyes...and saw love! She loved him, not the masked prince! She reached down, almost hesitantly, and used her long, powerful finger to stroke the side of his tiny face. Jason sobbed and frowned. “I swear to you tonight...you will live withing my care, and I show you the love you’ve always strived for. I swear to you...I will be there!!” Jason’s lighting sword materialized in his hands, and he whirled around, trying to hit the monster in the throat...but his blade only struck empty air as the devil dissipated into a cloud of stinking smoke and brimstone! Jason knew where the creature was hiding...but did he dare to find him and face him at long last? He looked again to Annette. Her eyes were wet with tears but her voice bravely trembled...

“Do it Jason! I love you with all my heart! Fight your enemy and defeat him...for our sake...and for yours! Don’t let him hurt anyone ever again! Know that my heart goes with you!” she cried, snatching up her husband to be and lovingly squeezing him into her gigantic breasts. She set her lover down and watched him. He smiled, ever so slightly, then turned towards the gates of the fortress. He took a few steps...hesitantly..but he slowly quickened his pace until he was in a full sprint, racing off towards the dark unknowns of the jungle!

It had been two days since Jason ran into the jungle after the despicable Balor. Annette refused to eat or drink...preferring to stare off into space, waiting for her future husband...her handsome prince to return to her loving hands. Andariel and the others did finally manage to make her eat something...to keep her from dehydrating on them, but she did not eat much. During the night she could be heard crying, no matter where one was on the island. It became so bad, that her depression spread to the rest of the natives, causing them to cry as well. On the third night, Annette heard the sounds of singing not far off! It was a man’s voice...as she listened more carefully, she found it was the masked prince!

“My beloved Jason! He won and has returned to me!! Jason, I’m coming, I love you!” she exclaimed running towards the sound of the voice, the words becoming more and more clear.

“Wandering child, so lost so helpless....
Yearning for my guidance...
Have you forgotten your masked prince?
Too long you’ve wandered in winter
far from my far reaching gaze....
You resist...but your soul obeys!

Angel of music you denied me
Turning from true beauty.
Angel of music do not shun me!
Come to your strange angel!!”

Soon, he was within reach, the masked prince! A soft loving smile adorned his lips, and his arms were held out wanting her to come to him. Annette laughed joyfully, running to her tiny lover, as he floated in mid air. However, unbeknownst to the lovers, a strange blue skinned bug/alien creature appeared from the nearby jungle brush. The beast gasped at the tender moment and charged! In it’s claw, it held a thunderbolt. Without warning, the monster hurled it’s weapon, striking the masked prince in the chest. Annette screamed in horror as the noble fell like a bird stuck by an arrow. She held her small prince in her hands as he gasped for air. Slowly, her rage built up, and she glared at the alien. She stood to her full height and lifted her all powerful foot, threatening to crush the creature flat. Strangely, the monster did not move...instead it raised it’s arms and tried desperately to speak.

“ANNETTE! Listen to me...whatever you might believe this man....this thing is not your Jason! You foul demon, let her see what you really are!” the creature yelled. The prince only cried and looked at his beloved Annette.

“No, it is....I. Don’t let Balor trick you! He wants to win at any cost...don’t give in to him, you are our last hope, Annette! You must crush him underfoot...it is the only way!”

“Look, Annette! Look what this demon was trying to lead you into, if I hadn’t thwarted his evil ploy!” the beast pleaded, waving it’s claws, revealing the pit of Hell!

“He’s trying to trick you Annette! Don’t listen to him!”

Annette began to cry, she was so confused and scared. At this point she had no clue who to believe. Then it came to her...the mask! “Who...who is this man who lies dying...whose is that face in the mask....” she whispered, kneeling down and removing it from the princes face. No sooner had she done this when the illusion was broken!

“DAMN YOU! You little prying Pandora! You little viper, is THIS what you wanted to see???” the prince....Balor yelled, revealing his bloodied and battered face, wounds he received in combat with Jason, to the giantess. “Damn you! CURSE YOU!!!” he cried. “Do you think this proves anything? I’ll always come after the both of you...I’ll always be there...you’ll never be rid of me, never!!”

As the demon ranted and raved, another lighting sword appeared in the insect-man’s claw...Balor had said enough and he would speak no more. Slowly, the form faded, revealing the gentle and loving Jason Annette had come to know. Balor’s decapitated body faded from view, never to be seen again. Annette wiped the tears from her eyes and used her index finger to lift Jason’s head to her lips...kissing him gently. The little man smiled, and rested his head against her. Annette scooped him up and together, they returned to the Amazons.

The wedding celebration was one to be remembered. Balor’s curse was no more...and to everyone’s amazement Jason’s long dead friends and family returned to help him celebrate his wedding. Annette’s birth mother, too returned from the afterlife, to see her lovely daughter one more time. No one knew if it was Jason who brought all these people back, or if they had somehow come back on their own...it didn’t really matter. As a gift to his mother-in-law, Andariel, Jason touched her lips and lifted the strange malady which kept her from bearing children of her own. The Amazons and their husbands watched Jason and Annette depart, back to the castle on a golden cloud, where they would live forever in eternal love and happiness. Their story lives in the hearts of the Amazons, now and for all time!

The end!