Seven robed and hooded figures awaited them in the chamber.“Teufel des Drucker,” said the man in the center. Keith immediately recognized Frank’...s voice and hoped Maddie did as well. “The Worshipful Society of Typefounders and Alchemists has existed uninterrupted for 500 years. We have not taken a new member in nearly twenty,” he continued and then chuckled a little. “Forgive us if we are a little rusty on the formalities.” Keith still had his hand resting lightly on Maddie’s shoulder and could. She knew exactly what everybody in the family had for clothes and if the correct amount of dirty stuff wasn't in the hamper, you would certainly get a lecture from her. Also, topics like sex, anything to do with growing up and failure to abide by all the house rules, brought swift punishment. In my case, as I went into puberty, she had the school nurse explain all the things I needed to know. I had exactly six pairs of plain white cotton underpants, and since Mom washed on the sixth day, I had. I excitedly walked up to the front door and made my way inside my goddess' house. I had waited for this moment every since I first met her online all those months ago, wanting nothing more than to serve this ebony trans goddess anyway that I could. "I'm upstairs, come one up," she called to me. I quickly made my way up the staircase, my heart pounding. There she was, having just gotten out of the shower. She was putting moisturizer on her dark, glistening skin, beads of water dripping over her. "Grandfather has been dead for many years so I knew this was the start of the task he told me of. I am well respected in our camps and I had many volunteers. The ones with me I selected from the volunteers. I explained to the men I didn't select that I was on a spirit mission and I could only take the men the spirit moved me to take."Ben looked around. He could only see a few Cherokee but could see the auras of more that were out of sight. The Cherokee band had spread across the land like a net.