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The sea was gently rolling in onto the beach, leaving white bubbling foam along the coast when Nayasha awoke. She shook her head in an effort to clear her clouded mind and slowly details began to return. Nayasha was a sorcerer who lived in a lovely white tower only a few hundred metres from the beautiful beach she now lay upon. She normally was a huge fan of the ocean and loved to watch the sea from her window up in her room but today she just didn't get such a thrill from it. This was because as a sorcerer she was supposed to wield mighty magic and have many rare magical artefacts.

There are no Knights of the Round Table in this story, but there is a Round Knight. I hope you enjoy it.

Whitney smiled as she sped down the highway in her red convertible Sunfire. The top
back, wind in her hair, Whitney shot towards Lindsay's house. She rubbed her still-slightly-
swollen belly. She was a bit stretched out from the previous night’s endeavors. She took a
deep breath of the sea air and wondered what Lindsay would look like after five years. Last
time Whitney had seen her, she was a rather slim dirty blonde haired girl with modest curves.
Her bright green eyes always seemed to shine through the night. Whitney crossed the bridge

THE AWAKENING

I woke up surrounded by a group of incredibly huge-breasted women. Immediately I thought, "Uh-oh.... not again."

"He's awake!" said one in the front, a dark-haired beauty. The light dress she wore was tattered and torn, and she had obviously made some attempt to piece it back together. I sat up, and they all took a step back. The other women were similarly attired, in a variety of fashions. Some were in rugged camping clothes, others in city wear. There seemed to be fashions from all over the world.

"Where am I?" I asked.