Jonathan Harris was what you'd call an outdoor-sy type. He loved the wide open spaces, the fresh air and the scenery of his native Canada. He could trace some native American blood in his family on his mothers side back over 150 years, and felt truly at home in the forests since he was a child. So, it really was a no-brainer to his family and friends when he applied his love of wildlife to a vocation and became a park ranger.

He had sought and gotten the true job of his dreams, a solitary ranger station deep in a wildlife perserve amongst the land and animals he truly felt at home in. He was never alone as he figured since he had the animals and forest to keep him company always. It wasn't as much a job to the young man as it was something he felt he was "born" to do.

Often he'd row out to an island on a nearby lake to view the nearby scenery from atop the hillside that was in the middle of it, and today was such a day when he made such a trip. After disembarking from his canoe he came around a corner of the hillside only to surprise a deer and her 2 fawns, all of which immediately bolted up the nearby hillside. As the animals got around halfway up the embankment, a few of their hind legs seemingly punched through the dirt on the hill, snaring them in place for a moment. A few seconds later they successfully pulled their legs out and again proceeded to dart away down the side of the hill away from Jonathan. No sooner were they out of sight did the holes left by their legs on the hillside begin to hastily fill in with dirt, the dust from the action kicking up in the cool autumn air.

For a few moments the hill was quiet, the sound of the dirt flowing to fill in the holes left by the animals ceasing. However then quite abruptly, a large "fwoosh!" noise came as a large section of the hill seemingly fell in upon itself as though a great cavern or opening existed for it to fall into. The noise and sound of the falling frightened many birds from the nearby trees, and caused the still onlooking Jonathan to nearly soil his pants as he lost his footing and stumbled to the ground.

"What the heck was that... a landslide of some sort?" he said aloud looking up at the now largely devastated hillside. Just below where the deer had run earlier there was now a large cavity very evident within the side of the hill. As Jonathan began to look up at the cavity with curiousity, some stones from the action of the cave-in began to slide down the hill, a few quite near to where he was standing... followed closely by some more dirt seemingly expunged by the hole.

After a few seconds all the noise and dust settled, and all was once again quiet and serene in the forest.

"It's awfully strange there'd be a huge hole like that in the side of a hill" thought Jonathan as he began to carefuly ascend the hill towards the cavity. When he got within eyesight of being able to look inside the hole he was genuinely surprised with what he saw. On either side of the gaping hole were what looked like perfectly smoothed granite stone walls, both of which ran further back into the hole itself into the side of the hill. The floor, (asides the dirt that had fallen upon it from the hillslide), was also fairly smooth stone and obviously at some point had been worked on by human hands.

"Weird" thought Jonathan as he stepped upon the floor from off the side of the hill. Looking above his head at the overhanging dirt and stone material of the cavity, Jonathan noticed that the architecture of whatever it was he was entering had been designed to safely support the dirt from above. Whatever this corridor led to and was designed for was clearly man-made and with great precision. But what was it?

"Burial mounds aren't given this sort of treatment" he thought to himself as he fished for his key-chain flashlight. "It could be a temple perhaps, although the location out in the middle of nowhere on an island like this is certainly an odd place to put a temple. Building into the side of a hill like this for a temple isn't exactly the Native People's around here style in any event. They'd build simple wooden or stone above-ground structures; not carve out a cavern inside a hill like this apparently has been."

Jonathan began to point the small flashlight down the corridor. Indeed on either side the granite walls were carved directly from within the hill, both sides as smooth as you could possibly imagine. The craftsmanship would rival even the best mankind could manage today... which again struck Jonathan as odd. Even more curious then before, he started to proceed down the corridor, which he could now tell ran a good 30 feet into the hillside. There were no cobwebs in the corridor, and even more curiously no writing or drawings on the walls to better gauge exactly what he had stumbled upon.

At the end of the granite corridor he came across a large stone door with a stone-ring to pull it open. Atop the door itself there was an odd design that featured a long-haired woman that resembled a Native American Squaw with a spear in her right hand and an hatchet in the other.

"Odd" he thought to himself "The tribes in this area weren't known for their female warriors... or for depicting their women as such. Perhaps this is the resting place of a tribal Princess... or maybe a High-Chiefs wife..."

With his heart in his throat and curiousity overtaking him, Jonathan grabbed ahold of the stone ring of the door and gave a mighty pull of it to try to open it up. The hinges squeaked from the disuse of at least hundreds of years, and the door itself shook at the action. It took him three or four more good tugs to finally pry it loose enough to peer into the corridor it was blocking. Shining his flashlight down ahead of him, Jonathan could see that the corridor appeared to head down inside the hill.

"Well I've come this far" he thought to himself "No turning back now... I have to see what this place is all about."

With great trepidation he slowly walked down the incline, noticing that the granite of the above entrance passageway had now given way to what appeared to be simply packed dirt and rocks. This area also boasted many cobwebs, unlike the previous section of the tunnels. After about 100 feet of traveling through the dark claustrophobic tunnels, (and nearly turning back a few times of fear of a cave-in taking his life), Jonathan finally reached what was definitely the "main" room of the complex he had stumbled upon.

At the center of the room was a large pillar-like structure 10 feet by 20 feet with something carved upon it. All around the pillar structure on the main floor area were what appeared to be stone "bleachers" for lack of a better term, seating obviously designed to draw a focal point upon the large pillar structure. There also appeared to be several other doorways that might've served as entrances into the same area, but were long since filled in by earth and rocks.

As Jonathan entered the room he felt as though this place had been sealed up for a LONG time; the air felt stale and the place felt as though it hadn't been treaded upon for a truly long time. Oddly there wasn't much dust upon the floor as one might expect; rather the whole place felt sterile.

Pointing his flashlight upon the pillar-like object in the center of the room to examine it more thoroughly, Jonathan immediately recognized it as a large stone reprensentation of the female Native American female he had seen etched upon the door to the place. In her right hand she held a spear, in her left an hatchet. Her hair was depicted as going well below her buttocks and great detail had been taken by the stonemasons to make it appear flowing, almost like a river. Indeed, it appeared to Jonathan that the "Mother Nature" motif was very important to whomever had built and occupied this place and had designed the statue.

Looking around a bit more thoroughly for clues as to WHAT exactly the place had been constructed for, Jonathan noticed an inscription at the base of the pillar-statue. "Finally, some sort of clue!" he thought as he got close enough to the inscription to dust it off. The lettering was certainly odd to him; it appeared to consist of markings of several indian tribes in the area... something that really wasn't commonplace as the tribes mainly would keep to themselves OR be warring. Perhaps it was a common worship site shared by the native peoples... or maybe it was simply conquered and the conquerers just attempted to re-write the inscription for their own beliefs. Jonathan couldn't answer those questions, but what he DID know was that the symbol's for "Great Earth Mother" were amongst those scrawled in the inscription itself numerous times. It was apparent that the statue and the whole "temple" he had stumbled upon had at some point been used to worship and perhaps pay homage to the "Great Earth Mother", although Jonathan certainly had never seen the likes of her being depicted in such a way as she was there.

As Jonathan began to dust off more of the inscription to perhaps further enlighten himself, something about the base of the statue caught his eye. Flashing his light over, he saw what appeared to be a huge crack in the base of the statue itself exposing a hollow "compartment" below and within. Leaning over and peering inside, Jonathan saw something reflect his light further in. Curious, Jonathan began to remove some of the broken and cracked wall to further look inside. After a few more pieces were removed, a 2 golden armlets inset with several gems came into clear view in the center of the "compartment", shouldered on either side by what appeared to be some kind of spear and axe.

"This place is obviously a burial chamber for some great long-lost queen or something" Jonathan surmised as he got closer again to the compartment he had discovered.

Pulling away a few more pieces of the wall, Jonathan saw that the items were obviously positioned directly below the middle of the statue. Squinting his eyes a bit and looking to the far side of the compartment, he saw that what had largely reflected his light earlier was the bejeweled tip of a spear. He pointed the light of his small flashlight all the way down the length of the spear and immediately recognized it as a masterpiece of ceremonial design and craftsmanship. The tip appeared to surrounded by red and green gems, while the main part of the spear was a fine white wood with intricate designs and gold-leaf like murals. The far end had a large circular blue gem that was the brightest blue you could ever see in a gem. The piece was surely a priceless one of Native American design and nothing like Jonathan had ever seen before; even museums couldn't boast having such a fine spear to display.

Flashing his light around the compartment a bit more, Jonathan next noticed a small bejeweled hatchet, made and adorned in much the same way as the spear. The blade of the hatchet itself had an almost glitter-like effect, and as Jonathan flashed his light over it it had sent out many small light effects bouncing all around. The finest pieces of craftsmanship though most definitely had to be the golden bejeweled armlets; they both had to be literally priceless pieces of jewelery.

Jonathan sat crouched there peering in for a few long moments, trying to decide what course of action he should then take. Part of him felt that he should honor the dead and just leave the place alone and not even bother to let others know about it... while another part felt that the objects should be more closely examined in detail... and that he should contact state archaelogists to come and investigate it all. There was also another ideal bouncing around in his head, a kind of overwhelming personal curiosity and fame seeking that had reared it's head over this whole matter. The sheer sense of adventure on what he was doing was intoxicating, and even though it wasn't the smartest course, it was definitely the one closest to his heart: he'd take a closer look at the artifacts and later on let archaelogists know about his find.

With a slight sigh of grim determination Jonathan put all doubts about his decision to the backburner and began to pull as much of the compartments' walls away as he thought he safely could, the stone easily cracking and breaking off under the slightest of pressure. When he got enough of it cleared he then leaned himself into the compartment and, with a delicate almost surgeon-like hand, grabbed ahold first of the closest armlet to him. A slight "shock" ran through his fingers as he removed it that startled Jonathan, but he quickly shrugged it off as a static charge of some kind and put it in his left coat pocket. He then snatched up the second armlet and plopped it into his right coat pocket. The spear and hatchet followed next as he carefully and methodically pulled them out from where they were laying.

The lack of weight on both at first surprised him... but after getting a good close-up view of the motifs on both it had become without a shadow-of-a-doubt apparent why there was no weight on either; they were clearly designed with a female wielding them in mind. Pink frilly flowers, white-leafed trees and a light-blue moon design were on both in some fashion or another. Emptying out some of the contents of his survival bag, Jonathan was able to place the hatchet inside. He'd have to carry the spear since it was too large for him to put it elsewhere.

As he was looking over the spear more closely however Jonathan had then heard a rumble up above him from outside. "Hmm sounds like thunder... we were supposed to get storms through here today according to the News." It then dawned on him that the area he had entered had long been buried in the hillside, and that he was in great danger by even being inside; the doorway could be covered up with a mudslide now quite easily with the rainwater.

With a fleetness of foot, Jonathan ran all the way back to the entrance to the underground section; sure enough the slight drizzle that had now started outside had begun to deposit rain water into and down the earthen corridor that had long been buried. If it rained out heavily, there'd be no doubt that the entire complex he had found would become flooded both with water and mud and become very unstable.

"Damn... wish I could've read some of that writing so I'd at least know what the purpose of this place really was...!" he thought to himself as he began to slowly ascend the ramp he had come down. He turned his gaze back down the ramp once he had reached the top and saw that what had been a slight puddle had now begun to expand into the room as more and more rainwater from the hillside flooded in.

Thunder and lightning began to flash overhead, their noise and light echoing throughout the land in loud and visible fashion. Jonathan trogged his way down the hillside back towards the trail that ran near the base of it. Once he reached the trail, he then made his way back to his moored boat, got in, and rowed his way back across the lake away from the island, casting a glance back at the hillside just in time to see at least several tons of mud slough down the hill and plop right into the depression where the door was to the complex. "Just in time I guess..." he chuckled to himself as he continued to row. By the time he reached the other side of the lake it was downpouring.

He then quickly made his way through the woods all the while doing his best to shelter the artifacts from the elements. Once he got back to his ranger station he shook the rainwater off and closed and locked the door behind him, carefuly putting the items he had gotten from the strange cavern on his bed.

After a quick change of his soaked clothing, he then exhaustively fell into a corner chair and began to contemplate his situation and what he had gotten himself into. Without realizing it he soon dozed off, the rigors of the day finally taking their toll. As the lightning flashed and illuminated the sleeping man's form, though, several miles off a figure pulled itself up and out of the lake. It began to quietly stomp it's way towards the ranger cabin, almost as if a homing single of some kind were guiding it's movements. It's eerily glowing inhuman red eyes the only evidence of it's malevolent nature, and unsuspected purpose.
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Sometime later after dark Jonathan had awoke with a start to some kind of loud banging followed by the voice of someone screamingly angrily at the top of their lungs. Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, he soon recognized that the noises were emanating from outside his door, and whomever it was causing the racket could certainly have been described as crazed. He reached over to a nearby lamp and after futiley flipping the switch a few times realized that power had gone out probably thanks to the thunder storm. Grabbing a lantern and quickly lighting it, he approached the door cautiously. He then listened for a moment to the rantings from outside and recognized the shouting was in an Native American dialect, luckily one he knew fairly well.

"Free from my imprisonment I am!" the voice shouted with an outrage "Now you answer to what you've done, now you suffer at my hands!"

"Free from an imprisonment... what in the world..." pondered Jonathan. No sooner did he start to think about what he had heard did a jet-black piece of rotten flesh smash through a board of the door. Jonathan then held the lantern close enough to the door to afford a look at the monstrosity that was wanting to get in. It appeared to be some sort of mummified man, only rather then a dull and lifeless sheen it's skin was a jet-black. Worms and maggots were crawling here and there upon it's frame quite visibly, and it's muscles themselves looked to be writhing with some kind of supernaturally induced energy.

"Good lord!" Jonathan thought to himself as he stumbled backwards, almost unable to believe what he was seeing with his own two eyes.

"You, little man!" the mummy shouted in it's dialect upon seeing him "You stink of the witch's magic! You shall slowly die by my hands!"

"Stink of the witch's magic... what's he talking... wait! Those armlets... those weapons! He must be after those!" Jonathan lept over into his bedroom and found the items were he had left them earlier. Gathering them up, he then ran back into the front room of the cabin carrying the items hoping to appease the being into going away.

Upon seeing the items the being seemed to grow more ferocious and began to hammer at the strong wooden door with even more vigor. "You mock me you witch! I shall devour your latest hosts' soul before I send you into the exile you so richly deserve!"

"Latest host?!" Jonathan exclaimed, perplexed at what the angry mummy slamming his front door had said. "Now wait a minute, I'm NOONES host!"

"You lie! Even now her loving earth-bound energy glows with it's warm light to comfort you in your hour of need! That is all the proof I need to say your life is forfeit!"

"Comfort me... what is he...?" then Jonathan looked down at the two armlets he held in his hands and noticed exactly what the mummy-being was talking about: both had begun to pulsate and glow as if they had become charged with energy.

"N...now wait a minute... I have nothing to do with this... these...things! I found them by accident and..."

"You cannot find the temptress by accident foolish worm... she enticed you there so that she might have another willing portal to this earthly dimension as she did ages ago! You were chosen by her... and that makes you my blood enemy! She denied my worthy tribe her caresses and so I was cursed by it for my failures! You will both pay for your selfishness!"

Another board went flying from off of the door, and Jonathan quickly decided that sticking around to continue the discussion wasn't a good idea. He quickly ran into the back-bathroom, locking the bedroom door and then the bathroom door behind him. Once there he placed the two weapons into the wash-tub, the two armlets upon the sink, and he himself sat upon the toilet and attempted to calm himself down from near-panic mode.

"There's no way I can outrun that thing in the dark... and if I carry my lantern to see he'll simply follow me that way. Besides, the nearest ranger station from here is at least 5 miles away through craggy forest. But if I can't run... how can I hope to fight something like that..." Jonathan then looked down at the weapons laying in the tub, and to his side at the still pulsating armlets. "The mummy thing had said they were "comforting me in my hour of need"...Maybe... if I put the armlets on... wield the weapons... it'll scare off that creature... or at the very least give me some kind of power to combat it. It's crazy but heck I didn't believe in mummies before tonight and now there's one trying to smash it's way in here to kill me!"

Jonathan then reached over and grabbed one of the golden armlets. The one he had grabbed had a red and brown gem inset, both giving off hues of those colors as it continued to unnaturally glow somehow. He could hear the mummy creature was nearly through the front door and in no time would be smashing upon the much flimsier bedroom door, so Jonathan quickly snapped the bracelet upon his left wrist. Almost immediately after doing so the being after him shouted another threat.

"Grrrrr... I've waited in torment for too long... desired your death with my agonized soul... you will not succeed this evening!"

Jonathan could feel a tingling sensation running through his body, almost as if the energy the armlet had been pulsating with had now filled him somehow. Indeed, after he had fastened the armlet in place on his arm it had ceased to glow.

"This whole thing feels like a bad dream" he thought as he grabbed the second armlet, this one inlaid with a green and blue gem. He slid his right arm inside the armlet and pulled it into place, and almost immediately felt a massive jolt of some kind run through his whole body. Both armlets then began to shimmer in unison, launching out large beams of prismatic light from their gems all around the bathroom.

"Ahh..." Jonathan said as he instinctively raised his arms to attempt to shield his eyes from the bright lights. It was at that point that he first began to feel the odd changes that were happening to his body as oodles of jet black hair had begun to cascade down onto his raised arms. "Wha?! Where's this hair..."

Before he could even further question the hair, he then felt a great warmth and "expansion" of some kind in his chest. It felt as if someone were blowing up two balloons beneath the mans breasts, and in reality that's what the scene looked like to Jonathan as he gazed down to witness it first hand. First the growth was barely noticeable, then a few seconds later they had expanded to what could've been described as a "handful", and then finally with a final "explosion" of energy Jonathan had found himself sporting a large pair of breasts that were barely contained by his tee-shirt, their nipples pointing quite readily against it's fabric.

"Omigod!" the man shouted as he looked down in shock. "Where'd THOSE come from?!"

His waist then began to change, first feeling like someone had merely synched in his pants too tight until finally there was a slight "Shrrip!" sound effect as his waist had expanded enough to tear the waist section slightly. He also noticed that his legs felt as if they were on fire and were being "plumped" up somehow. With a similar kind of "explosion" of energy to what had happened with his chest, his legs, especially his thighs, slowly expanded and become amazingly shapely, causing slight tears to appear in his pants revealing the flawless looking skin he now sported underneath. His butt also was effected by the explosion and change in his legs; his butt-cheeks now jutted out slightly in places and could be seen through the slight tears his pants now sported.

"Wha...what's going on here?!" he thought to himself as his hands reached down to his transformed lower half. He ran his hand over his now very shapely right leg and was surprised at the sensations doing so returned. "This... is impossible!" he shouted, now pinching his right leg to really confirm what he was sensing and feeling was real. He then realized that not only had his legs been changed, but he felt a "lack" of his familiar genitalia as well. "Oh no...it can't be..." he thought to himself, panic once again nearly overtaking him. He slowly put his hands down in between his curvy legs and felt around. Rather then find anything there that he "recognized", he instead found a body part altogether foreign for him to experience. "My god..." he thought to himself as one of his fingers probed around with curiosity. He probably would've continued to self-probe had it not been for the sound of crashing wood.

"It's obvious these armlets... they're magic somehow...and they're turning me into a woman!? But what if I'm stuck that way? What if it's evil.. can I..." The sound of crashing wood again was heard stopping his thought process, as was the voice of the creature that was after him... only this time it was banging on the bathroom door. "You seek to hide behind these trivial barriers, flesh-puppet! They cannot hold back my burning desire to see you and that witch destroyed!"

Then, all at once, some sort of writhing blue energy began overtaking body. So bright was the energy that it stopped the morbid murderer that was trying to get to Jonathan to kill him in his tracks at the badly beaten bathroom door.

When the energy dissipated where there once stood a man wearing armlets there now stood a statuesque woman with flowing jet black hair. She was outfitted in a beautiful blue, white and gold armor of some kind. The armor itself could barely contain her ample curves; her breasts were pushed together and held up firm by the armor for all the world to see, while her legs were both largely exposed nearly all the way up to the butt.

The being that Jonathan had become stood there for a moment, gazing down over herself with a quiet sense of happiness for a few seconds, and then began to speak. Her voice sounding like melting velvet, all the while having an eery soft reverberation as the words were spoken. "For 5000 years have I waited for this moment... to once again find myself walking amongst the grand forests and wild-life of my beloved north-land! I have been away for far too long!"

"No! You thrice-cursed seductress!" shouted the mummy being as he burst through the door and lept upon the female, his grimy black hands reaching for her throat. "I shall send you back to the spirit-realm this night!"

"I think not, Shadowhorse!" the woman shouted as she grabbed both his lunging hands with truly superhuman speed. "The years have seemingly made you forget that first and foremost I am a warrior!" With a slight motion she then tossed the mummy being right through the bathroom wall in a loud crash of wood and glass breaking.

Shadowhorse landed in a heap, but quickly sprang to his feet, his supernatural fervor driving his homocidal rage. "You are quick indeed... but still I have the strength of my entire tribe... I WILL get my revenge!" He then began rushing towards the statuesque woman again, thousand-year old slobber-slime dripping from his maniacal mouth.

"So be it! I will put you out of your misery!" the statuesque woman said.

With some kind of mental gesture only, the woman then summoned her axe from where it was resting on Jonathans bed. A slight glow ran through her left hand followed immediately by the hatchet itself, clearly by magic. Right after it appeared and with a singular motion, the woman then threw it with amazing force towards Shadowhorse. With a loud "Ker-slash!" it cleaved right down the center of the mummies figure, and then, with it's force spent from the throw, magically flew through the air and returned back to the woman's left hand.

The mummies body began to glow white and then red for a few moments, before finally exploding in some kind of magical eruption, the dark energies that had created, consumed and continued his life being exercised from this plane of existence.

"Your tribe was too warlike and would've used my powers for evil, Shadowhorse! It is my nature to feel compassion, not anger... and even though your dark magics were directed at my destruction for so long, I still mourn your passing."

The woman then fastened the axe to her side, and then gazed over at the spear in the tub. "To me, my spear! I wish to survey my lands from the air as I haven't done in ages... to fly with the morning hawks in the blustering breezes of this fine land... my land!" With another motion the spear then magically appeared in her hands in much the same way as the hatchet earlier. With a large smile on her face she then held up the spear with both hands on the shaft and took flight... just as the sun began to rise over a mountain in the distance.

--The End-- (for now)