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I’m writing the Prologe in the I perspective but the story will be in Third person I hope that is okay. Prolouge In the hills in front of the Mountains of Bargion with was dividing line between the Two Kingdoms of Saharan and Merios was the place I lost everything. There they stood my so called “friends” Peritons, Miaral and Haliat whit three armies standing behind them. They didn’t come to talk no they came to kill me. “Amellia please let us end this” Miaral pleaded whit me. End what? Me going after the Corrupt Nobel’s? Killing Bandits? Stopping wars between the Kingdoms? Killing Clergy Man who obviously actet corupt and should be punished? wonder how it came that I never saw it. Miaral was a Nobel Woman and didn’t like seeing me Successful after all I was only a Orphan. Peritons as a Cleric and now Pope of the Church of the Sun God didn’t want me to be around since I’m a thorn in his side for not conforming to his Ideals of Church supremacy. But Haliat was the one that hurt me the most. My best “friend” who found me in the woods and showed me the way of Magic. He wanted me dead because I was better since being number 2 to a Woman 10 Years younger and 3 Feet smaller hurt his Ego. They all wanted me dead for my power. “okay Miral back off and I won’t kill you all.” I said whit cold voice. I was done playing nice and doing what they wanted. I will bring peace to this world no matter what. It took me weeks on end to find out the contractors to the Assassins send after me. These three who whit my Help got the power they had today tried to kill me. People I would give my life for betrayed my trust and I would never trust anyone anymore. Peritons looked at me “please Amellia we can’t let you be controlled bye the Demons anymore” said the corrupt clergy Man whit just made me Laugh even more. We both knew I can’t be possessed not with the sheer amount of Natural Mana I possessed whit would make every Demon trying to posses me, beg for mercy bevore being incinieratet. None of these people cared about others whit was obvious since they brought Armies with would be nothing but Causalities. They know they can’t stop me but I guess this makes them feel Safe. I never got this mentality of Power in Numbers. Just one thought and my well-trained mind caused my Mana immediately to resonate with the world and I could see everyone tense up. “come on now. You’re already afraid I didn’t even start yet.” I said and with a Wave of my Hand I skillfully linked several explosion magic incantations in my mind and Decimated half the Army. This kind of Magic would be obviously impossible if you weren’t me Amellia the White Rose of Saharan, Amellia the Dragon Slayer, Amellia the Demon Hunter , Amellia the Sorceresses of Terror. I had a lot off Titles but I would gain one this day Amellia the Slayed. The fight was not as Long as I wished it to be. I wish I could say we fought for days. But no, the fight took a short 50 Minutes. I killed the Soldiers within the first 20 Seconds. However, the team work of a High-ranking Healer and someone like Miaral whose attacks I couldn’t just shrug off whit my Magic Armor and most of all Haliats Barriers took more out of me then I wish to admit. Thinking back, they probably brought the Troops as a show to have a reason to attack me in the eyes of the Public. I however am proud to say I almost killed all three of them. I actually killed Miaral however Peritons brought her back to life. I should have tried to kill him first however I couldn’t bring me to go for the actual kill after all as an Elf he looked no day older than 15 and I couldn’t kill a child corupt as he may be. My Body was brought to the brink of its limit as I took another attack from Miaral. I lost against all three of them combined. No mater my Might I couldn’t protect myself. No one came to help me. People I trusted stood whit weapons drawn in front of me to kill me. I don’t know why but it made me laugh and I felt empty. I thought I knew what friendship and love was but apparently, I was a fool. How could I a Orphan who never felt a single motherly Touch now anything about love? Determined to survive i summoned the last bit of Mana in my body an channeling every bit of Power I had stored up. The ancient Magic Teleport unfolded around me . I wanted to run and hide and recover. However, whit Periton there his Divine Magic and his God on his side it was not to be. I felt my Teleport getting stopped and then I felt nothing anymore as the sweet nothingnesse of uncouncioussnese embraced me. Chapter 1: Banished Amellia groaned as she felt her Consciousnesses coming back and with that the full force of Pain. Her body was in tatters. After a couple of seconds of self-pity, the Young woman started to take stock of her injuries. First, she had no broken bones except the Broken rib which wouldn’t hinder her too much. Additionally she was, if she believed her sense of Pain, bruised everywhere. None of these wounds would be classified as Mortal except the Sword wound between her Breast whit was more a Hole then just a wound. Amellia wondered how she didn’t die but that didn’t matter right now. She immediately started circulating the tiny amount of Mana she regenerated while unconscious and did her best to get rid of the Chest wound. The Mana was no where near enough for a full recovery but at least she could close the hole and wouldn’t bleed to death. The other cuts and sword slashes weren’t fatal enough and would heal bye themselves. Amellia stood up after roughly 15 Minutes of Self tending. The young Sorcerers found herself in a forest with giant trees at least a hundred feet high. However, that wasn’t what was the most terrifying to her. She just realized that the Mana in the air was terribly thin. In Sahara if she had to recover her Mana, she could do so within eight Hours and be in fighting condition within four. In this environment however she would need roughly forty to fifty Days and that was a generous guess. She would need to make more calculations to be more precise. However, with these Information’s she could tell that she was out for at least twelv hours and used that Mana up already. Amellia had to first find Food and water for her broken body to heal and then a place to rest. She would recover and then she would go back. This was the day she promised to get revenge. Whit Burning and revenge driven eyes Amelia started dragging her broken Body in a random direction. It took her 4 Hours to find a City down a cliff. It was impossible for her to get down there without mana so she had to search for a Way around. The Woman laughed a couple of Times to herself how depending she was on Magic. Remembering her old days living in the forest she couldn’t believe she had been so depending on magic after learning it. Did she go soft? Probably! the luxury of the Saharan Kingdom made her soft! They wantet her soft and easy to control after all. Amellia swore to herself to become hard again. If she had took the shot at Peritons and killed him she would have Won and not be in this situation. She remembered that the young her killed without remorse to survive. Amellia didn’t even realize how she collapsed after another 2 Hours of walking. “Ima I don’t want to go hiking” said Luna as she followed her Friend out the Car. Around her she could see other Bigs and even some Littles whit made her sigh. She felt like most Amazons about Littles she would love one but she didn’t know if she could really take care of one after all that had happened. Her Eyes wandered to Ima who had Brown hair and was Toned. Ima was what Luna wanted to be Athletic and good looking and tall. Ima clocked in at 15 Ft whit was big even for Bigs. Luna however was only 11 Ft tall on the shorter end and a bit Chubby. In some ways she was Jealous of the self assured and confident Amazonian. It had been a long time since Luna felt that way. Ima held her Little Elizabeth in her Carrier. the Girl struggled a bit but with Imas firm hand and cooing words the little settled down. Luna knew that some Amazons cared for Littles like Pets but some adopted them as Children Ima was of the latter category like herself. However, she never had the Guts to get one. Luna never got a Boyfriend after she lost her Husband. She felt guilty thinking about getting a little since she had her 16-year-old Daughter Miranda. Luna shook her Head and looked to Ima “So what now?” she asked the Woman who she had lost a Bet to. Ima matter of factly said “Now we walk up this mountain sweat and feel good after doing so. It will do you good to get out of the House. I don’t think I could have got you out the House if I didn’t win that Bet. “. Luna just grumbled in dissatisfaction about cheating and other stuff but startet walking. “ How is Melissa these days ?” “oh she seems a bit out of it school stress apparently. She just doesn’t tell me anything” “hmm you should try speaking whit her I can however tell you I also didn’t speak whit my mother at her age.” “I know I KNOW but I’m worried you know ? How is little Elizabeth?” “oh look at her yourself she’s not as fussy anymore and is a good little girl aren’t you Elizabeth?” cooed Ima with was answered bye a Heartwarming giggle from the Blonde Little. At this moment Ima walked past a rock as Luna stopped since something caught her attention. She pushed the Bush to the side and the horrifying sight made her Heart drop. A little not bigger than at most 3-4 feet whit silver blond hair and sun-tanned skin. She was adorable but covered in injuries. Who would mistreat a little like this? Ima realizing Luna was not with her anymore walked up to her “hey were not going back before your step foot on the pea.. What happened to HER?” asked Ima horrified putting words to the unspoken feeling of Luna. “We are going to a Hospital NOW” said Luna whit untypical sternness and walked faster then before down the mountain whit the little secure in her arms. Ima followed the Woman whit long strides and after only a couple of Minutes both women drove out the parking lot down the road to the city thirty minutes away. Luna paced up and down in the Hospital as she waited for the diagnosis of the Doctor. Once all results came in, she was shocked “poor thing” was the first thing falling of her lips after reading the list of Injuries the little girl had sustained. After signing some papers and getting the little girl treated, she asked Ima to drop her off Home. The Amazonian held the hand of the little who was still uncurious while sitting in the backseat next to the Carrier with the little was snapped into. Every time the girl breathed and winced in pain it broke the heart of the Amazonian and she wished so desperatly she could help her but she couldn’t. In that moment Ima asked “how are you going to explain this to Melissa?” wich made Luna look up in shock “I did not think about that “she said but her Hand still holding the littles hand made it obvious she wasn’t going to budge on taking her in.

The Calibeen saga is a series of stories - Audrey & Staycee, Lottie, and Velvet - that follow the events of a correctional reformatory, intent on making the worst people into the best. In as little as a year, patients leave the institution with a 0% reoffender rate. But how do they do it? These stories can be read in any order. Audrey & Staycee Velvet Lottie is a side-story to Audrey & Staycee that has less to do with the Calibeen institution itself and more to do with the people it creates. To follow along from Lottie's perspective, read A&S first. But if you want to enjoy the curious nature of this young girl and take the perspective of Cohen and Emerson, read Lottie before A&S! While A&S is a hardcore diaper story, Lottie is a gentle little story. Though there are ABDL elements, the strength of the story comes from the honest familial love between the characters. I'm going to be posting this one casually over the next few weeks. But the entire story is available on our Patreon in PDF and ePub format. Please consider supporting us! ~Sophie ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lottie by: Sophie & Pudding 1. Hello. I couldn't run when the sun was out, and it made things so much harder. The dry leaves crackled beneath my bare feet as I darted through the trees only ever visible as one shade darker than the black of the sky. I'd been running for three nights, the moonlight having left me on the first, and by now my knees were well skinned and my feet full of mud. I would've kept running past the clearing if I had shoes on, but the texture of the gravel had me freeze. A road? I backed up into the forest and ducked behind a fallen tree. The sky was starting to take on color, and the stars starting to dim. And then everything changed: two blinding lights broke through the darkness and lit the road up like a river. It was late in the night, almost well into that point of day where you might still call it morning instead; the sort of time where it was unusual to see any other human being at all, let alone a svelte form stumbling out of the tree line and onto the road and interrupting the flow of your embarrassingly loud singing. I slowed down, expecting the girl to dart away like a frightened deer - but she didn't. She just stood there, awash in the flooding illumination of my brights. She was a waif-like young thing, skin soft and slightly translucent beneath a thin layer of smeared dirt, her hair tangled and knotted and a look of weak exhaustion in eyes that sparkled brilliantly blue regardless. I cocked my head and opened my door, stepping out of the green '91 Thunderbird that I'd learned to drive in when I fifteen. "Hey there. Whatcha doing out here on your own? There are bears in the woods, you know. You lost?" I watched her respond to the sound of my voice, taking a minute to click that the brights were probably making it hard for her to see me before I fumbled at the lever and dropped them down to a lower setting. Her eyes focused and I smiled, my pale freckled cheeks raising and my hazel eyes only shining concern back at the girl. I brushed a string of orange curls from my eyes and repeated the question. "Hey, love… are you lost? Do you need a ride?" "Um… yes… please…" My throat was sore, even with the simple, quiet words. I hadn't had any water in nearly two days now, the stream I'd crossed long behind me. I tugged the lavender nightgown down to my knees and slowly approached the green car. The woman seemed nice enough. And with a car like this, she couldn't have an affiliation to… no, definitely not. So I climbed into the passenger seat of the car, my heart pounding. I was safe, so why didn't I feel it? "Where are you headed?" The simplicity in the woman's voice was so jarring. No ulterior motives… "Um… just… south. As far south as you're going…" I'd been traveling that way since the start; I had to keep consistent. No point running if I wound up losing my direction. And so I'd mark in the dirt every day when the sun would set exactly which way I should go. Then I'd pick a star and follow it, eyes on the sky. "Well, I'm headed home right now, gum-drop." I slipped the car into gear and smiled at the girl, watching as her fingers tugged at the hem of her nightgown anxiously. Middle of the night, pajamas, looking like she'd been out in the woods for days? There was a tragedy at play here. "You in trouble?" The girl didn't reply, though, and I figured it was probably a stupid question to ask; if she was, she wouldn't tell a stranger anyway. "I'm Cohen." "Nice to meet you…" The texture of my voice was much more evident in complete sentences; I wished the woman next to me had offered me a glass of water or something. Then again, we were in her car, not her kitchen. "I'm… um… Lottie…" I'd need to go by that name now, wouldn't I? What choice did I have? "Thanks for this…" I picked at the dried dirt on my palms while Cohen drove down the road; it was so much faster than walking, and with the sun coming up, it meant extra ground I could cover. I smiled over at my pseudo-savior with gratitude. She couldn't have been older than thirty. "Nice to meet you, too, Lottie. That's an uncommon name, I think." Then again, so was Cohen. "Seems like an odd time of night to be out for a walk in your pajamas." It wasn't that I was nosy, per se, I just wanted to let the girl know that I was ready to listen if she wanted to talk. She looked weary, worn down and tired, like she'd ran dry a lifetime ago and was now just running on fumes. We pulled off the road onto a side-road, disappearing into the woods for a few minutes before we emerged into a field that sprawled as far as the eye could see in the dim monochrome that the early-morning cast across the entire landscape. Prominent, however, was the large two story house that we approached. It wasn't much, really: a house on a few acres and a dream to one day have an animal or six. But it was mine - well, it was ours. But it was a start in life most people my age hadn't yet managed. The car rolled to a stop and I sat quietly for an extra minute. I wasn't sure when I'd have the luxury of a soft padded seat again, or the mild air conditioning that the car used to counter the summer morning's heat. Cohen was kind, though, and clearly concerned. She clicked the door open on her side of the car and I followed suit, climbing to my unstable bare feet in the lush grass. "Thank you… for the ride, I mean." The sun was just starting to tint the sky - red in the east. I could use that and follow south until I found a place to sleep. I'd probably gotten further in Cohen's car than I had in the three days walking, and for that I was very thankful.

It had been a while....since I had stopped with my secret. One of my friends found out and made jokes, so I lied and said I no longer do it. I had gotten rid of everything and now....I wanted all back. I wanted diapers, a baby dress, the accessories, and other things. What would I do? Maybe I will order a few things and hope for the best. Lets just hope my friend doesn't find out, because shell make a field day of it. Like last time. She wanted me to do the fetish in front of people, her, and such. But I wouldn't. So I rid of everything. Cause she is forceful when she wants to do something.....