History of the Changelings Billy Barker, Zorn, Brad Jenkens by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

Children will be children

It started as the usual teen rebellion. A few changelings decided to take the human form in protest of something or the other. It is never remembered what the original cause was.. They vowed never to shift back to their other form.

A movement was started. A few evolved into hundreds, then thousands and so on until the offspring of their future’s children totally forgot that they were changelings. Those

“humans” started looking down at those who were still true to their species They were looked down as animals not to be trusted. Humans are the rulers. The superior species.

Over the same long span of time, changelings also forgot that the humans were actually sleepers. The future changeling society saw them for what they were, human.

The changelings tried to get along with the misguided. To that end, they would congregate with their own. The thing was that they were prospering and a lot of the humans were not.

Envy reared its ugly head. Humans started making laws restricting the changelings limiting their ability to earn a living. Those laws were fiercely enforced to the point that the changelings would shift to a human form to do business but had the capability to communicate with each other.

The changelings formed their own country. They treated anyone that came into their lands with the courtesy that they wanted to receive but would defend their family.

After many a forgotten generations, there was a very beautiful young canid woman, Small for the race, she was a little over five feet tall. Long brown hair that framed that perfect face.

Chandra has the beautiful heart. She follows her inner voice. For whatever reason, that inner voice guided her. If she questioned, that voice answered correctly each time.

Should I do this, take this action, follow this path, she always seemed to take the correct action.

People noticed and would ask her for advice. She always seemed wise for her age.

That is why they could not see how she went so wrong.

A handsome young man came into the village where Chandra lived. A muscular man, she was captivated by him. Her heart was instantly captured so she ignored the voice telling her not to. He was human. That voice was screaming “DON’T!” She ignored it.

He also seemed to be taken by her.

After a short time, they were living together as mates.

It was around the third month of their relationship that she had not had her period. She went to the healer and found that she was pregnant. Overjoyed, she raced back to her home and told her mate.

She was surprised at how he took it. It was almost like he was indifferent to the news.

The next morning, true to his habit, he told her that he was going hunting. It was his

“habit” to take his backpack and bed roll along with him. He told her that was because he did not know how far and how long the hunt would take.

He would only take a few hours but he always took those with him.

Today came and went. So did the following days. She began to worry. Chandra fell into despair. Her life was dashed down when a fellow villager came to her with what he found.

“I was in the village around a hundred miles away. I’m sorry but I saw your mate and he had another woman on his arms. I asked him what was happening and he told me that you had broken up with him so he left.”

Chandra’s life was over. Pregnant, jilted, abandoned. She sat in the now vacant house.

She cried for a long time and felt it was all her fault.

“Why did I ignore that voice? My life is over.”

She has some poison that she uses to take care of mold and cleaning. Chandra dilutes it for normal use but now she pours it into some juice. She looks at the glass and pleads with the gods to forgive her for not listening to them. She raises the glass to her mouth and then freezes, paralyzed.

A figure appears before her. Takes the glass from her hand and pours it out the window.

The woman looks at her and sits down at the table. With elbows on the table and her hands supporting her chin, she just looks at me. She talks to me.

“Chandra, you always have listened to me. I knew this was going to happen.”

“Who are you?” I ask as she unfreezes me.

“I am the Watcher. I have been watching this world for a long time. From time to time I take interest in individuals. You are the one I am looking after. That was a bad mistake you made. He has been doing this for a long time. The god of fate is now looking at him. The current woman he is with has family and they are watching him closely. He will never be able to leave that family.”

“Then could I ask you to end my life? I will never forgive myself. Now I have an innocent life in me that will suffer without a father. I would be better off being reincarnated or sent to oblivion. I’m a terrible person and will make a terrible mother.” I lament.

“It’s not going to happen. You must learn from mistakes after all that child in you is going to be something this world has never seen. He will be special. We gods are the ones

that are teaching him right now. He will have our powers. I will tell you that you will live long enough to see him find his mate. Then and only then will you be allowed to move on to the final eternal life.”

This is too much for me to handle. She continues.

“During his youth, the boy will not be alone and you also will not be alone. He will be taught by the gods but, as far as all the villagers are concerned, they will be perceived as your relatives. I am going to stay here with you as your sister that has come to help you. I will leave from time to time to take care of things elsewhere but I will be back.”

I still feel as if there is a hole in me.

“That is all well and good but I’m still a failure. He is gone, I was fooled and the community knows it.”

There was a strange feeling in me.

“What was I saying? Oh yes, He is gone from me. You cannot bring him back to me after he was killed.”

The god of mercy had changed her memory and all the village’s memories. Her mate had fallen in battle defending her on a trip. The village honors her for his actions. This memory change was for the better of that child. A hero father to live up to. A goal.

Chandra now is never alone. There is always someone coming over, a relative visiting.

As her time is coming closer, she is finding both healers and mid wives visiting. Her support network is the best in the country. It is benefiting the village.

All are being seen and helped. People are coming from the surrounding areas to be checked out. There are a number of women who are pregnant that welcome the help.

Alone and pregnant, your mind only goes to what could happen.

This village will shape the future so there is now a permanent clinic here. The concept is now spreading. Having a central location for health. Then if necessary, a visiting healer is only a short time away.

Chandra is now getting close to her delivery date and she is hearing a voice in her head. This is not the usual voice she hears. Mercy is there so she decides to ask.

“I think that I am losing my mind. I hear a voice in my head.”

Mercy is alarmed and calls for a meetings of the gods. Mercy tells them of my complaint. They do something strange. They all disappear and then reappear. They all looks serious. Mercy now speaks.

“That voice is your son. He already is showing his superiority. I want you to talk to him right now. He knows you. He feels your love, Chandra. Talk to him.”

I do all the time but it is always verbal. I figure that I have nothing to lose. I think.

“This voice, are you my son?”

“Mama, you can hear me? I have been trying for a while. There already is so much I need to say but the most important is that I love you mama. My mind is full of things that the gods have shown me but most important is that I am ready to come out. Is that okay?”

I tell him that it is and I tell the gods of what he said but I did not realize that I thought that. The Watcher tells me that I have awakened.

“Have you noticed that we are not speaking with our mouths?”

Startled I realize that it is true. She continues.

“This is going to come as a shock but you have to know. You have seen us come and go. We have different terms but it breaks down to what you will call our sudden appearance and disappearance?”

I tell her that all I see is a flash. She tells me that from now on, on this world, it will be called flash. Flash is an instantaneous transport. You need a visual of where you want to go.

“Now, close your eyes and picture yourself holding your baby. Picture it in as greatest detail as you can.”

She thinks to the baby and he grabs hold of that picture.

Flash is right. In an instant, my womb is empty and my arms are full. The Watcher proclaims.

“Zorn has been born. The true ruler of this world has brought his gifts. All hail Zorn.”

I am hearing the startled but amazed changelings from all over sending thoughts to me.

Now I am overwhelmed but my baby is here. I can only think that I am the most blessed woman on this world.

I hug and cannot stop kissing him. It took more than a few minutes for me to realize something of great importance.

“What in the hell just happened? No labor, just a flash. Not that I mind.”

The Watcher announces. “This is for our world. Zorn has flashed from the womb. We will all learn to do that but he is the only one to flash birth. This thought communication will, in a short period of time, be our world wide news and information network. There will be a central group that will be in this village. Our people will send the information to this village and it will be broadcasted to all of us changelings. Humans will not have access.”

Zorn

Outwardly, Zorn is just a normal baby, but he is already mentally growing. That growth is outpacing the body. He has the patience to wait for it to catch up with his mind.

Zorn loves being held by Chandra. The warmth he gets from her is addictive. He knows of growing so he knows that one time either she or he will leave. He by marrying, she by passing on but for now he is content in her arms.

All the women of the village come to care for him and his mother.

It was one of those times. The home was bustling with people helping. Zorn wanted to show off to his mother. He is now a few months old. Chandra yelps in surprise. There in her arms is Zorn he is randomly changing parts of his body. Everyone is amazed. That does not happen until he is at least six months.

There in her lap is not a canid. He is now at lease the size of a five year old. A wolf head and a hairy body. All teeth and claws, he howls really loud and then giggles. He changes back to just a few months old baby. There is not a word being said as he starts to nurse.

That howl caused everyone to come over. The watcher appears and announces to the crowd. These women will testify to the world what they saw. You outside will also testify as to what you heard. Zorn is a new breed, a lycanthrope. His kind will flourish. There will still be canids but canid births in this village will be his lycanthrope kin. This village has been blessed.

True to those words, all canid mothers bore lycanthrope. One of the mothers had the last name of Granden. There were felids in the village one mother bore a hell cat her last name was Satten. The other felid mother bore a felid baby. Her last name was Winston.

These four were very best friends and later became part of Zorn’s inner circle. But I get ahead of myself.

The changeling world was getting stronger. They have done something that the humans would never do. They formed their own bank and it was a shared. Everyone pooled, everyone shared. No changeling went without. Humans never caught on.

Zorn had charmed childhood. It was not that people fawned all over him. There were times that he would get rambunctious with his best buddies. Chaz, a lycanthrope, Jim a hellcat and Keith a felid.

They were a handful but all found out that they now did not have just one mother, they had a whole village of mothers. These four would help and get treats. It a quite a racket they had.

BUT

They also found that they had a village of mothers. When they got mischievous and got in trouble. They were always caught. The march to their homes were excruciating.

There was never a lack of mothers that would come out on their porches, cross their arms and ask,

“What did they do now?”

Mass lectures and then their birth mothers.

Eventually they found out that there were limits on somethings. It was a solid foundation for their adult life.

You can and must have fun but not at the expense of others and or their property.

The four grew. The four shared all of the lessons that Zorn’s various teachers taught.

They grew into a force, a leadership team. The hell cat grew into his most trusted companion. The felid grew into his most trusted general but the lycanthrope grew into his most trusted advisor.

The changeling network was keeping the world abreast of their development. Everyone knew that they were witness to a major change in their world. There were constant invitations to enter in marriage contracts but the gods told the mothers that they would advise them when the right mate came along.

The companion was first. As female came into the village and stole his heart. Within weeks they were mates. Her parents flashed to the village when the network spread the word. They found their daughter and saw the one that chose her. After greetings with his parents, the two lovers declared that they would be mates.

With that, the god of all appeared in the room and proclaimed that the gods have sanctioned the mating. They were shown to the new house that the god’s made for them. Everyone celebrated.

The general and the advisor both had local women they loved and the same thing happened. The gods blessed them.

Zorn was elated that they found their mates but he thought to himself. “When?”

He was sulking and his friend, Wendy, sat down next to him.

“What’s the problem big guy? You look down. I’ll lend a shoulder and listen until you are finished.”

She has always been like a sister to him. She was family to him so he did just that. He told her his troubles. He saw how his trusted three were now happily mated. They still were loyal to him. They helped him at each and every turn but…”

Zorn went silent. Wendy took the pause and finished his thought.

“But they now are different. They have loving mates. You are asking yourself, where is my mate. She holds my hand. Wendy would do that when she had something to say that was important to me. I have learned to listen to those moments.

“You are, for the first time, experiencing loneliness but also jealousy. They have mates, you are not their entire center of the world. This is a normal fact of life. The important lesson will be in how you handle it. Be happy for them. Help them when they need it but do not interfere. That will break up what you have. Think about that.”

I look down at the ground. She is right. Now I look at her, put my arm on her shoulder.

“You can read me like a book. You have always been here for me since we were in diapers. How did you get so smart?”

As I say that, there is a flash and the two of us are sitting facing the gods. Without a word. There appears a vision. It is showing different scenes of our childhood. Times where she would scold me for doing things. Times when I would comfort her when she got hurt but most of the time we saw all the times we were laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

When this vision finished with what we were just talking about. The god of all stood and walked to us. Sitting like he was sitting on the corner of a counter that was not their. He looked at me and then to Wendy. He shook his head.

“Youngsters, both of you are so thick. What did you just see? You saw two people that were so alike that, from childhood to now, they are mates. Zorn, you are blind. Wendy you are unaware of yourself. You are not related. Wake up. Zorn, what do you think of Wendy?”

I can tell, when he stopped speaking that I needed to answer.

“She is a very close friend.”

“Wendy, what is Zorn to you?”

She says the same. As the god of all looks on, the god of wisdom comes over. The takes both of our hands in hers.

“Marriage, mating in your community, Is not and must not be based on lust. Those types never last. Lust matings never last. Lust is only a matter of a short time before that lust disappears. Same thing with love. You can love someone but not like them at times.”

She now joins our hands together and lets go.

“Mates that last a lifetime and beyond are just friends first. That friendship develops into love. Zorn, I ask you and Wendy is ask the same to you, what if either one got mated with someone else. How would your heart feel? I see your looks. I hear your thoughts.

You both would not like it. You both know that there would be a forever hole in your heart.”

The god of fate now speaks.

“If you have not figured it out by now. Zorn, I would like to introduce you to your perfect mate Wendy. Wendy, I would also like to introduce you to your perfect mate.”

The god of all comes over, putting our joined hands between his.

“By the blessings of the gods, I declare you mates forever. We will now join your parents.”

In a flash, we were in my home. My mother and her parents were there. Funny, I never noticed before now, mom looks very tired. Like she has had the world on her shoulders.

She knows something and I do not think I will like it.

The god of all proclaims that they have blessed these two as mated. Our parents were happy. Mom said that she always thought that we would be together.

“I watched as you both grew up together. I knew that this day would arrive. I am so happy to see this day.”

Her parents said almost the same but my eyes looked to mom. I thought to her.

“Way back when I was conceived and you found that father was killed, you wanted to die. You were told that you would live long enough to see me mated. Mother I love you. I don’t want you to go but I must release you. I know that I will see you in the forever life.

When it is my time, would you please come and take me to your home again?”

That night, while the new mates were sleeping, Chandra said her goodbyes to them.

She was greeted by that mate who died in battle the next morning in the forever life.

The village found out and she was buried with honors.

I said at her grave site before she was lowered.

“I will never forget this brave woman who bore me, nurtured me, scolded me but above all loved me. She had been told, long ago that she would live to see me mated. She left but as she left she told us good bye. She is now waking up to my father in their forever life. My, no, our grief will be short lived compared with the eternity that we will share with our departed loved ones. Mama, sleep well for your dawn will be wonderful.”

She is lowered and I throw a flower and a hand full of dirt. Wendy does the same. We step back and each of my trusted and their mates do the same. Now the rest of the village does the same.

The changeling network tells our world of her passing. Over the next few days, there was a constant flashing. They would pay their respects to her grave, leave a flower and leave.

Now it was time to really unite. The gods broadcasted to our changeling network that I was the one they chose to form our government based on how we have been operating.

This was because, we have caught the attention of the humans.

The humans were plotting

“Zorn has all of our blessings, all of our powers. We now bestow upon him the ring of wisdom. May it guide him in the right direction. We also give him the sword of justice.

May he use is in the betterment of your world. May he rule with wisdom, justice but most importantly his heart on his sleeve.”

With that I have been declared the ruler of the world.

I meet with the three and tell them what the gods told me in private.

“We will not have an easy time of this. There are ones of us that will betray us. Almost all will slip up and I have been given a special treatment for those. You will see it, you won’t like it but it will be known shortly when I make my first broadcast.”

We formalize plans for defense of our people. An inner guard was formed. Also an emergency call system that will use the network. It will be the public address for the rulers. The gods have given me the names of the traitors and left their judgment to me.

One by one they are rounded up. As each is before me, they are presented with their secrets that was supplied. One by one, they spat out their beliefs that I was not fit. I made up the god’s story. Those broadcasts that were supposedly the gods were actually my people posing as gods to carry out my plan for dominance. The leader should be elected. He should negotiate with the humans. One by one they were convicted

I was given an incantation. I gave the first, in front of witnesses along with my three men, that incantation. That person could no longer speak. They witnessed him grow thick hair all over his body.

“I tell you now what I will tell each of those coconspirators of yours. You no longer have a spoken language. You will live without the bodily need to eat or drink but you will feel hunger and thirst. Throw yourself off a cliff, you will feel all the pain but you will heal.

You are immortal until such time as you are released. You will be seen but you will never be captured. Never to be with a companion, never to enter population. You are now banished to the further most forests where you will dwell.”

With that, the witness and I flash to those northern woods and turn loose that person.

This is done for each of those who betrayed us to the humans. This was done but I decided that there should be a limit to each area of release. The incantation is written in a book for future rulers. The limit reached, the ruler and a witness will go to that area, call the oldest out and give that one the options of staying where they are and become mortal or being changed into back to normal without the human shift and mortal. Killing them will never be an option.

The transition to a governed society, for the most part is accepted. Right now I am mainly concerned with the most urgent matter in my adult like. Wendy is in labor and the women attending her will not let me in. I even try to pull rank and was flatly told that, in the birthing, they were the rulers.

“Go sit or do something ruler like. Anything but get out of here.”

Criss was born into this world. He is beautiful. In my mind I see mother smiling and holding him. I almost panic when I see her fade out with him in her arms. Then I remember that it is only my imagination.

Wendy is glowing. She and I have grown to love each other.

We did not know that there were more that plotted against me.

There is a human clan of assassins known by their last name Connor. One of them was hired to kill me.

Criss was now three and we were playing in the small fort I made for him. He wanted some cookies that his mom made for him. I told him that I would go and get some for the both of us.

A bolt came through the open window passed right through Criss, killing him instantly then lodged in my shoulder. My guards were right on the man and put him in chains.

Even with all my powers, I could not save Criss. I was total rage. I now obtained my final form. At ten feet, I was all fur, muscle, and anger. I howled long and large then I broadcast.

“My beloved son has been murdered by this Connor assassin. Humans be on notice.”

I walk to the man, lift him up by the neck and squeeze until his body falls out from under my clenched fist.

“Bury this man in an unknown spot. Face down and I curse him to be able only to walk below his eyes.”

I drop the head. I change back to my normal self and get Wendy. We need to make arrangements.

The Conners had connections. They went to their client, the church and pleaded their case. Of course, with a hint of blackmail. They succeeded in having the church declare that we were demons and working for the devil. The proclamation stated that the beasts need to be eradicated Starting with their devil leader Zorn.

We now needed to strengthen our borders. Keeping watch, there have been parties of humans entering. They die quickly.

My mate Wendy is once again pregnant. I have been given a warning that my time is almost up. The child will be the savior of this world but not for thousands of years. I have been given a power from the god of time.

He tells me that I will be able to transport the child to that future. There is a couple that will raise him but will not know or pass on his lineage. All they will know is that they are going to be paid handsomely for their services.

The gods tell both Wendy and I that the day after his birth, we both will be assassinated.

The child will live and fulfill his destiny.

Knowing this, I was instructed to tell my three closest friends that they are not to interfere. I am to give my sword to Jim and my ring to Chaz. Tell them that they are to keep them in their family until the time that my son awakens in the future. Your decedents will know because those items will leap to their rightful owner.

I tell them and they agree over their objections. Since I give the sword to Jim and the ring to Chaz. Keith is looking semi dejected.

“Keith, I hesitate to give you your task but here it is. You are the one that will sound the alarm and prevent them from destroying our bodies. You will find that my heart will have turned into a gem. It must be removed and made into a broach. It will have all of my powers. In that distant future my son will awaken and first get the sword and ring. In that day, Jim and Chaz will have migrated to a country across the ocean. Yours will still remain in this country. The heart will be the last to reunite with my son.”

He says that it will be his honor. Now for the hard part.

“You three will rule in my stead. You will let a rumor that I escaped but Wendy did not. I want you to say that I will not be making appearances. I will die a year later from a broken heart. You should go to the emperor style of government but my people will need to take on the human form in public. This is the only way we will survive. Have this village flashed to that country across the ocean along with most of our race that would like to go. We will survive we will win but not now.”

The day has come. Wendy has given birth. We both admire him. We name him Brad Jenkins. This was the gods instructions. Wendy with tears says goodbye to him.

“May we meet in forever.”

She closed her eyed, took her last breath and went to mom and her parents. I made that leap in time. Gave Brad to the couple and went back to that room. As per the plan, my three had taken Wendy to a hiding place. The staff had all been sent to our vacation palace to prep for our vacation with the newborn.

I felt my powers draining. I could feel my heart hardening. It was the gods who kept this body working. I met with the three but they immediately knew that I was not there. My body was being used by the gods. They heard it in the voice.

“As you have guessed, Zorn and Wendy have gone. They are now in the forever life.

Brad is now safe. The heart has hardened into that gem. The god retrieves it and gives it to Keith but now it is set in that broach. All three items are very important but the broach, once reunited with Zorn’s son after he receives the sword and ring, will literally shake our world in that future. Those powers will flow into him.”

He tells us that the sword will be passed to him in a house of the dead along with the ring. Brad and his third mate will come back to our country and then the heart will come to him.

“You three will be, at that time, praised and be remembered until time itself ends.”

The body sits and waits. In the morning, in the yard where there once stood a child’s play house. Zorn was seen placing a flower on that spot. A bolt pierced his body and it fell.

The assassin was incinerated. There was a flurry of demons that were sent to the wilds.

They are all over the world and are known by many names. Big foot, Sasquatch, Witiko, Wendigo, Yeti to name a few.

A year later it was reported that Zorn was dead. A broken heart. He had recorded in his last will that his three most trusted would name a successor, an emperor that would rule until Zorn awakens from his slumber in the future.

The man was named but he knew that the son of Chaz will be mate to his daughter.

They already knew each other and liked each other. Now the quest to reunite the ring will progress down the Granden lineage. The Satten lineage carried the sword and the Winston’s carried the heart. All through the ages this was a honored task.

All through the ages, the demons would remember Zorn. All through the ages they would build that wealth. All through the ages they waited.

There has always been tales of people that could shift into animals. Most of them are ones that the animal is a blood thirsty killer of innocent women. The one that I like and prefer is the American Indians who tell tales of their people being able to shift. Most popular are the wolves that protect and the birds which look out for them.

The Demon’s daughter