The Untold Origin of Spellbinder

by Vladi the Wizard

Spellbinder is owned by Harmony Communications, and Vladi the Wizard by myself. Any similarities between people, places, things, or whatnot are purely coincidental and a figment of my own, and no one else's, twisted imagination.

Foreword: 

Spellbinder was originally created by Harmony Communications, as a superheroine dedicated to getting captured and tied up. I cannot remember when I first saw that patriotic damsel of distress, portrayed that first time by Pia Sands, but over the years there have been a number of model/actresses that had taken up the cape and mask, and been placed into any number of heroic tie ups. Like anything else which has it's origin from "pornographic" sources, the story behind the heroine has been unknown, as the stories told about her have been principally photographic or video shorts, which was more about visual titillations than about character development. 

In time, with the growth of the internet, and the growing popularity of heroes and heroines, patriotic styled heroines have made their impact in many ways upon our society, and Spellbinder has been no exception, especially here in our community of super damsels in distress. We have had artists showing us their ideas of the misadventures that she would go through, but again, these were primarily 'snapshots' into an untold story, a snippet of time that many of us wished to know much more about. 

Thus it is, that in time, there would be those that enjoyed roleplaying such fantastic characters as wizards and villains, heroines and heroes, and Spellbinder is no exception to the desire of those to see themselves in her high heels in written fantasy. But, many times, the actions and activities that she faced, would give many of us pause as we considered those questions that came to our minds when we wondered just were did Spellbinder come from, and where did she get her powers, and just why is her weakness such a kinky one? 

I aim to answer some of those questions.

Of course, this will be in a universe that will be of my own creation, which is just one of those many multi-verses that The Wizard is able to go to through his usage of magic to go from one dimension to another. So, if you remember stories told about Spellbinder that are somehow different from my imaginings, that would be the reason. 

I hope you enjoy! 

PART ONE - THE BOX

Chapter One - The Mask

Jennifer Stewart fingered the high relief of the carved box. She didn't know how often she had done this in the last two years, but it never ceased to give her a thrill to be touching this magnificent, and mysterious case. 

She thought back two years ago, when she had come home after her day as one of the assistants to the Mayor of New Delta City, to find a strange box sitting in the middle of her living room. At first, she had been alarmed, and thought that someone had broken into her apartment, and had left that behind, but after looking around carefully, she had discovered that no one had broken in nor was there anything missing. That was then she went to look at the box more closely.

It was beautiful. It was made of carved wood, which appeared to be mahogany in nature, and about the size of a small chest, or a large suitcase. When she first looked at it closely, she could see no seams or hinges, that one may expect to find on a wooden box that was to open up. Thus, at first it appeared to just be a block of carved wood. 

As she looked at it closer, she could see scenes carved into it's top and sides, in a style that looked ancient, and yet she could not determine the exact origin of the art, which almost looked to her to be of mix of Middle Eastern and South or Central American influences. The way that the wood had been worn, told her that it was very old, though it has been greatly cared for, as there were not dings or scrapes or notches or scratches that one would expect to see on an old wooden chest. 

When she went to move it to get it in better light in her living room, she became aware of just how strange and remarkable the box was. She could not move it. Not even a little bit. No matter how she pushed and shoved at the corners, she couldn't move it even an inch. And, Jen was not a small and weak person. She took pride in her five foot eight inch frame, and how fit she kept herself with going to the gym on a regular basis. She was no light weight, and yet the box seemed to have been bolted to her floor. 

Jen sat down on her couch and pulled her long brown hair back behind her head and put it into a tail, so that her hair wasn't in the way of getting a closer look. If she couldn't move it, just how did it get here?? The door was locked when she came home, and there was no notes left that someone had let themselves in, as the landlord would do when he had to come in those few times to make repairs to the plumbing or the dishwasher, that seemed to go on the fritz ever other month or so. It seems as if it just appeared there out of no where.

"Well, I can't move you, but can I open you?" she asked the inanimate object. For some reason, it didn't seem to her to be that out of place to talk to that box, as she lifted her well rounded and firm bottom from the sofa and leaned over the box, putting her hands on it's edge to look again for a seam. That was when she felt a strange tingling go into her skin from where she touched the box, and felt more than heard the click of a latch, and the top of the box shifted ever so slightly. 

"I guess I can," Jen murmured as her long fingers pressed against the edge and she felt the lid lifting. She was on the back side, so moved away from the couch and to the other side of the box and opened it up, and then stared at it's contents. 

It was a mask. Well, there was more inside than just that, but the first thing that Jennifer saw, was a bright red domino eye mask. Her breath caught in her chest, as images replayed in her memory of times when she had played dress up as a heroine for Halloween, always a heroine as it had been for such a long time a deep seeded fantasy of hers. She had wondered what it would be like to be like to be a masked heroine for good and justice, and now.... now....

With hands shaking much more than she would of liked, she carefully reached in and lifted up the red mask. It was like those masks that she had always pictured herself wearing. Strangely there was no cord or ribbon that one would think there would be to tie it to her face. Turning it over, she could see that there wasn't even any markings to indicate that there once was.

Her heart started to pound as she started to bring the mask up to her face before she could even think about it, as if her arms and hands were acting of their own accord. She pressed the satin like material to her face, and immediately understood that no cords or ribbons or other type of material was needed to keep the mask in place because it immediately attached to her face. As if by magic!

"Oh ... my... God!!" Jen exclaimed as she felt a rush go though her body. That wasn't exactly an accurate description, as it felt like her how body... her whole being had been opened up to the world around her. Her senses were immediately bombarded with colors and sounds, smells and sensations that she had never even before knew could exist. She looked around and was seeing the room as if tor the first time, the acuity of her vision was greatly improved by the mask, as was her hearing and her smell. It seemed like everything that she was just increased by a factor of five.

She got up and went to the window and looked out between opened drapes. Her apartment was on the twentieth floor, and yet she could see everyone on the street clearly. She looked across town, and out across the delta, which she usually had a hard time seeing to because of the smog, but now she was able to see the ships plying the water way, coming and going from the great port city, easily reading the name of the ships on those sterns facing her.

She felt the material of her bra against her nipples as they hardened.

"Holy ... smokes!" Jen muttered as she looked down and grabbed ahold of her large breasts. The feeling was... sensational. She gasped as she felt her fingers through the two layers of material, her fingers taking in the sensation of the silk blouse, as the skin of her breasts felt the smooth warmth of the nylon material against them. She jerked her hands away from her body and turned to move away from the window, her eyes taking in the details of the plush carpeting as if for the very first time.

She went back to the box, and reached in to bring out the rest of the items, laying them down on the floor side by side as she removed item after item. There was a red cape, and red gloves, and a red, white and blue suit. Lastly there was a pair of red leather boots, which when placed on the floor she noted that they were thigh length with three inch heels. She stepped back from the line up of the costume next to the box and saw that it was almost identical to the costume that she had worn in a number of her secret fantasies. No, she corrected herself, it WAS exactly identical to that costume that she had worn in all of her recent secret fantasies. At least since she had moved away from her parents home to take this apartment in New Delta City.

She looked again at the box, whose carvings took on a whole new meaning to her. At least, she was able to see details in the carvings that she wasn't able to see before, such as the small intricate writings that ran along it's edges. It was not a writing that she had recalled seeing before, so she no idea what it was saying. It seemed like it as a cross between the flowing script of Arabic, but mixed with the cuneiform seen in writing of the Chinese.

 

It was then that things got very strange. 

Jen closed the lid and picked up her cell phone and held it up towards the box and pressed the shutter key of the phone to take an image of the box and it's artwork. She was hoping to take it to someone to decipher the writing or the symbols, and to tell her where it came from, but when she looked at the image in the phone, saw that she had taken a picture of a cardboard box. 

"What the hell??" Jen shook her head and figured that she must of accidentally erased the picture and it was an earlier picture that she was looking at, even though she didn't take any pictures of any cardboard boxes earlier. She stepped closer and repositioned the cell phone, this time taking it in both hands and turning it just right and paying attention to the image in the phone's screen. It was a regular old brown cardboard box. She looked at the box away from the screen. It was a deep dark reddish black mahogany wooden box with carvings along all sides and intricate fine scrolling script along it's edges.

"Too weird," Jen whispered as she put the cell phone back on the counter next to her purse. She reached up and took ahold of her mask and it came right off. She looked at the backside, and saw how it was perfectly curved, as it if was especially made for her face. She ran a finger along the inside, but could feel no stickiness which would explain how it adhered so perfectly to her face when she put it there. She did so again. Again, the mask attached to her face. 

Jen moved to the bathroom, and flicked on the lights and stood in front of the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. The mask was a perfect fit. Large enough to cover up to her forehead and over her eyebrows and to her cheek bones to disguise her features, yet with large enough openings at her eyes so that she had unimpeded eyesight to the front and to the periphery as well. 

She shook her head, violently. She bounced her head to and fro as she shook her head back and forth, trying to dislodge the mask. After a minute of that, she looked back at the mirror, and while her hair was disheveled and now partially out of it's ponytail, the mask hadn't nudged in the least. She took a swipe at it with her hand, just to brush against her cheek, but the mask stayed in place. It was only when she purposefully took ahold of it to remove it that the mask came off of her face.

Jennifer plopped down onto the toilet, as her legs were threatening to give out on her. Resting her elbows on her knees she leaned forwards, keeping the mask held in her two hands in front of her, her fingers slowly turning the mask around so that the front was facing her. 

"Now what?" she had asked the mask.

Chapter Two - Ships Passing in the Night

That was two years ago. So much had changed between then and now for Jennifer, who was now known as the masked superheroine, Spellbinder! 

Naked, she stood before the carved box and reached in and pulled out the costume from within, and started to put it on. 

First came the body suit. Star spangled panties over slim sleek hips, with two red and white stripped pieces of cloth that came up over her shoulders and covered her breasts, leaving a deep V that bared much of her back and stomach and chest. Next, a wide red choker went around her neck, to hold her bright red cape in place that hung down to cover her bottom. 

She sat down on sofa and pulled on the red leather boots, which stopped at her thighs. Like everything else within the box, they were a perfect fit, as if hand crafted for her and her exact measurements and dimensions. She then picked up the red opera length gloves and pulled them over her hands and up her arms, wiggling her fingers to set the material in place. 

Lastly, she brought the red domino mask up to her face, pausing just a moment to take a deep breath before placing the material over her face. Immediately she felt the rush of sensations, and her nipples hardened and her pussy moistened. It always gave her an erotic charge to put on the costume. She knew how hot she looked in the patriotic costume, and felt just as sexually hot as she looked. 

Jennifer went out the apartment's sliding glass door to the balcony. It was dark, and cold, and she didn't expect too many people to be outside, not this late in the evening. And, even if there were, she wasn't worried about being seen or recognized. Such was the power of the costume, or more accurately the cape, that allowed her to come and go from her apartment without being seen. Actually, she could be seen, it was just that the magic of the cape, kept people from paying attention to where she was. Unless she wanted to be seen, of course. 

She leapt up onto the railing of the balcony, and stood there a moment as she caught the edges of her cape, which was being buffeted by the winds two hundred feet above the ground. Her boots allowed her spectacular balance and grace, and she had no fear of slipping from the metal railing until she was ready to launch herself into space, which she did a moment later. 

Spellbinder could not fly, but the cape was a remarkable piece of material that caught the winds, and allowed the superheroine to steer herself around to the back side of the apartment building, where there were even fewer lights, and when she was about fifty feet from the ground, changed her hold on the cape and shifted her body so that the cape served not as a sail now but as a parachute of sorts. An instant later three inch heels slammed into the ground of the alley, and she released her hold on the cape as she quickly strode to the large HVAC housing unit. 

She pressed the side in a particular fashion, and the side slid away to reveal a cavity within. She ducked into the hole and then a moment later, a high powered motorcycle in red, white and blue roared out of the alley. She didn't look back, knowing that the siding of the fake HVAC housing was already closing up. The real units were on top of the apartment building, but she had a few of these built in different parts of the city by a few of her more trustworthy of helpers, who were more than willing to help out New Delta City's most famous of celebrities, the fabulous superheroine, Spellbinder!

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High above, a dark shadow passed over head, momentarily blotting out the stars as Spellbinder raced off on her motorcycle. The figure was absolutely silent, as flying carpets made no noise. Vladi the Wizard held the crystal cupped between two hands as he sat cross legged on the carpet and slowly willed the flight in the direction of the crystals movement. The crystal hovered in the air an inch above his hands and it's sharp end pointed in the direction that he wanted to go to find the source of the powerful magical energies that he had tracked down, finally, to this large city on the Eastern seaboard of the United States. 

He paused the carpet's flight as the crystal suddenly dipped and then spun around several times as it if had lost its mystical path. Vladi looked over the side of the carpet and noted that he was floating over a tall building, which he took to be one of the many multi-floored tenant buildings. He was over his target. Now, he just had to figure out exactly where it was in the building.

Vladi swooped the carpet down, and landed on the rooftop between a pair of very large HVAC metal housings. He stepped off the carpet and motioned at it to roll itself up. It did so and then floated to his hand. He put it into one of the many dimensional pockets of his robe before returning his attention to the "finding crystal". He then concentrated on fine tuning it's search, and slowly walked along the roof of the skyscraper until he came to a spot near it's seaward edge. It would be in a room directly below. But, how far?

He thought momentarily about getting the carpet back out, but decided that with the wind at this altitude, he would be paying more attention to the flight of the carpet and keeping from slamming into the building than the actual movements of the finder. Well, walking sometimes gave a better indication of one's surroundings than flying over it, Vladi told himself as he looked for, then found, the doorway that led to maintenance stairwell.

He tried that handle, and discovered that it was, of course, locked. Who would be breaking in from the roof of a multi-storied building, he asked himself? He chuckled to himself before he motioned at the handle and gave a word of power while twisting his finger. The door was unlocked and he opened it up and went into the stairwell. He felt more comfortable with allowing the crystal to float over his left palm as he went down the stairs, the point of the crystal staying pointed continually towards the seaward side of the building, while pointing downwards.

At the twentieth floor, the crystal straightened itself, and the dark haired mage knew that he had reached the correct floor. He paused a bit to catch his breath, as he had just gone down eighty flights of stairs. He was in exceptional shape, and he had not been rushing, but it was still quite a trip.

This door was locked, as well, he discovered, and he figured that it must be just standard procedure for the maintenance doors to always be locked. Again, a finger point, a word of power, and a little twist and the door was unlocked, and Vladi stepped into the hall of the twentieth floor.

He immediately turned towards the eastern side of the building and strode towards the apartments on that side. From the pacing that he took between doors, he figured the apartments to be fairly good sized, probably with five or six rooms, including a bathroom.

The finder almost seemed to leap from it's position over his palm when he was in front of room 2012. Whatever it was that had brought his attention to this city that stunk of seaweed and smog and diesel fuel was behind this door. He didn't wear a watch, but figured that it was probably a bit after three in the morning, and whoever was inside would be asleep, since he could not hear any activity inside.

He looked up and down the hallway, and then repeated his unlocking spell, and then quietly and quickly let himself into the apartment. It was dark, but the drapes to the outside were open, to let in the city lights through the large glass panes of living room. He noted the patio outside, then looked towards the small hall that led past the kitchen towards a trio of doors, which he took to be the bathroom and bedrooms. They were all open, but no lights were on, and he could not hear any movement within any of them. He listened carefully, his hearing very sensative due to his half-elven nature, but heard nothing, so deduced that whoever lived in this apartment was gone at the time.

He didn't know how long he would have to search, but figured that if the persons that lived here were gone, they may be night workers, and such shifts usually lasted until around six to eight in the morning, so he figured he had two hours to search before he needed to worry about leaving the apartment.

'More than enough time,' he thought as he held out his left hand, and opened it so that the finder floated again over his palm. This time the point was down and out a bit, and he followed it as it moved into the living room. The good thing about apartments, he surmised, was that one didn't have a whole lot of territory that one had to search. Of course, having little magical trinkets such as his finder, certainly helped.

He stopped when he came to stand before a coffee table in front of the couch. Pretty standard landscaping fare for the humans, he told himself as he looked to see if the table had any drawers or shelves under it that would have the mystical item that he was seeking. The finder crystal was pointing right at it, so he figured that it was either in or under the table. And, the table was really just a wooden box, he discovered. There were no drawers or doors on any of it's sides that he could see. It was quite plain, and must just be there as a place to put things on top of, as there was nothing indicating that it was able to be opened up.

His fingers slowly went around the edges and the wood to seek out any hidden seams. His touch, like his hearing, was much more sensitive than the humans that occupied this time/place/plane, but he was not able to feel any such secret compartment. The wood was smooth, but otherwise unremarkable.

'Must be under then,' Vladi thought, as he put his foot against the edge of the wooden table and then pressed to slide it away from it's spot in front of the couch. It didn't move. Not in the least.

Not ... at ... all!!

Vladi the Wizard, had found what he was looking for.

Chapter Three - The Box of the Gods

Libraries of wizards were always dusty affairs, and Vladi's large library was no exception. It was one of the first things that he had really developed of his castle between the planes, and it was made BIG.

There were thousands of tomes from many ages and many lands, small and large, older and even older. Countless scrolls and folios littered the shelves and tables, and the wizard had spent a great deal of time in accumulating this massive collection of knowledge.

He slowly moved through the room, looking over the spines of the tomes, looking for the book that could best lead him to the answers that he sought about that strange box that he had found in that apartment, owned by a Miss Jennifer Stewart, assistant to the mayor of New Delta City. Finding out information about her was much easier than finding information on that strange box. All it took was a look through her mail, and then a Google search.

If only searches about magical artifacts were as simple, he contemplated as he went to the place of the oldest of the old of tomes. He had found out that the box was so incredibly old when he had activated his vision of all seeing. His pale ice blue eyes turn to a glowing silver orbs, much like quicksilver, which allows him to see things as they truly are, be they disguised or invisible.

It was then that he saw The Box for how it truly was. Old, anciently old, and adorned with images of a woman warrior or goddess battling many foes, that appeared to be in a style of the ancient Orient. Script flowed around the edges of the box, telling the tale of the box and it's contents, he imagined. He didn't open the box, or even tried to after he saw the age of the box, and understood that it was most likely an artifact of a god.

But, which god? From what pantheon? From what time? That it still held power enough to hide from sight told him that it's power was immense. That the box was immobile also spoke volumes as to the power of what it held within. The box did not have that great of mass, nor was it immensely heavy because of that, since there was no straining of weight against the floor of the apartment. No, it was simply stuck to that place, to THIS place in time and space by a very powerful being. A being that most intelligent creatures would call a god. 

He pulled down a number of thick portfolio and carried it to a table, moving aside a number of books to make room to lay it down. Opening it up he started to examine page after page, looking at examples of the writing from many old, and mostly now dead, languages from many ancient civilizations. 

Hours later, near the back of the large stack, where the oldest and deadest of languages laid, he found the script style that was closest to that which he saw on The Box. Taking note of the time and place of the finding of the samples, he closed up the portfolio and put it back into it's place, then went across the large library to another section, where the histories of the gods huddled. 

He grabbed a ladder and moved it over to a particular portion, where the dynasties of the Middle Kingdoms were found, and climbed up towards the top, as the higher the shelf, the older and least used the tome. Carefully grasping a thick leather bound book, he slid it from it's place and then carefully moved down the ladder, holding the heavy book against his chest to assure his balance. Falling and having the book land on his head would be an assured concussion at the least, and most probably a fractured skull. 

Vladi carried the tome to another table and then sat upon one of the elevated stools, to better look down upon the pages. He was a war wizard, and not a mage who was primarily dedicated to search of knowledge. Granted, all wizards sought out knowledge, but like doctors, mages had their specialties. Unfortunately, old lost languages was not one of his. Still, he wasn't entirely helpless in a library, and his collection was not just there to look pretty and serve as shelves for dust and allergens.

From the art and the script, The Box was Chinese in origin. Ancient Chinese, from a time long long ago, possibly to the actual beginnings of that civilization. The writing was so old, that much of the words and meanings have been drastically changed over the centuries, if not lost altogether.

It would take the mage a long time to go through this tome of history, to find any reference to this strange box, and who made it, and why.

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Jennifer came back to her apartment a bit before dawn. This time she came in through the front door and took the elevator. She had been greeted by the doorman, who saw nothing unusual about Jennifer, imagining her wearing a red winter coat, unaware that his vision was being tricked by Spellbinder's cape.

She took the key to the door from a secret pocket inside her cape and then opened up the door and went into her apartment, where she immediately stopped.

Someone had been in her apartment!

Jenn slowly shut the door, so that it hardly made a sound as it clicked shut and locked, as her senses went to high alert and she carefully scanned her apartment with her enhanced senses. It was actually her nose that told her that someone had been there, as she had caught just a faint scent of a man. A man that didn't smell of aftershave or cologne, but still had that subtle unmistakable masculine musk.

Spellbinder slowly moved in, her eyes going to the thick plush carpeting, where she could see the slight indents of someone's feet that moved in to the apartment, and had gone straight for her secret box. Indeed, she saw that there was a deep indentation where it appeared that he had attempted to move the box with his foot, but had been, of course, totally unsuccessful, which caused his plant foot to press deeply into the carpet.

She saw that he had moved around the box, and had even gone to his hands and knees to the sides, before then leaving the apartment the same way that he had entered.

Who was it? Did he discover the secret about the box?? Obviously, he had found out that it was no ordinary coffee table when he had tried to move it, but what else did he know? Surely he didn't find out anything about the box that it had taken her months to discover. Not that there were still many questions to be answered about the box.

Jen removed her cape and folded it up and put it onto the couch as she thought back two years after she had first discovered the box in her living room, and how she had went to great lengths to find out more about the mysterious box. As she stripped off her costume, her mind played back those memories of two years ago.

She was unable to take any pictures of the box, at least not as it really was. Any image that she took, whether from her smart phone or from her digital camera turned out to show just a regular cardboard box. She had even borrowed an older film camera from a friend, and took several pictures of the box and then took in the film for development. When she got the pictures back, she was not really surprised to see that they were showing, once again, a plain ordinary cardboard box.

She had then taken drawings around to various places, to see if anyone could recognize the symbols and writing. She had discovered that when she had worn her mask and gloves, that the images that she had drawn were nearly identical to images and scroll work on the box.

However, though her drawings of what she saw on the box were amazingly accurate in detail, no one that she took them to could identify with any confidence what they were. She had gone to the local colleges and even the main city university, and had spent weeks at the various history and language departments, where she had found that the box was most probably Chinese in origin, but the language was much older than any had seen before.

It was when she had gone to New Delta City's Chinatown district, that she actually got some information that started to make sense to her, though, what she learned had only given her more questions to answer.

At an old shop that specialized in ancient Chinese remedies, she had shown some of the drawings that she had made to the very old proprietor of the shop. He had looked at the drawings in a way that she had never seen anyone look at them before, as if he had seen them before, but not for a very long time. He had then hustled out the few customers that he had in the store, and shut and locked the door, then motioned her to follow him to the back of the store, to his office, which was just as overstuffed with old antiques and jars and scrolls and nicknacks.

He had gone and brought out a ladder, and used it to climb up to retrieve an old book from the top shelf of a bookshelf that took up one wall, from floor to ceiling. The old man looked like he would barely be able to open a jar, but he handled the thirty pound tome as if it was an old paperback.

Putting it on the cluttered desk, he had flipped through the many thick pages before stopping, and then turned the book around. Jennifer gasped as his thin old finger had thrust down to the image in the middle of one of the pages. Right over a drawing of her box!

Thus, did Jennifer learn from Mister Wu, that the box had been made in collaboration between two ancient gods. Chuan-Yin, was the goddess of compassion and caring, who needed a champion to protect the distressed. She had spent many many moons looking for a craftsman, to make a special vessel which would carry her eternal blessings, which would be given to her champion to help the weak and downtrodden, no matter where or when.

She had found a great craftsman, who made the finest box that he had ever made. It was so special and amazing, that he would never work again, as there was no greater honor for him as the box was the pinnacle of his life. The box was given to Chuan-Yin, who then placed in the finest of silk and leather into the box. The material was of three colors, and were neither sewn together or stitched. The colors within were the sacred colors of red (for the blood of the champion, to give her strength and endurance), white (for the purity of spirit which powered the champion for her battles against injustice), and blue (for the honor of the goddess, and for the skills and abilities that she would pass on to her champion).

The goddess had then cast a number of spells upon the special box, enchanting it and it's contents in a way to bind the contents to her and her glory. Mister Wu then told Jennifer, that while the translation of the book was old and not exact, that the box was known as a spell binder. Jenn had smiled at that, and knew that she had just found the name for herself.

Mister Wu, then continued with the history of the box, stating that while the contents of the box were powerful and used to great good by the champions of Chuan-Yin, that the goddess had actually been fooled by the maker of the box, who had turned out to be none other than Sun-Wukong, the Chinese trickster god, also known as "Monkey".

Monkey was great and powerful, and while not overtly evil, did not want any champions to go through the ages without having his own influence upon them. So it was, that he had put a curse upon the box and it's contents. What the curse was, however, had been lost in the ages, but it seemed like it had affected the each of the many champions over the centuries differently.

Jennifer packed her costume into the box, and closed it's lid, before walking naked to the bathroom, where she took a long shower, to wash off all the grime and dirt of those evil doers that she had fought and vanquished hours before during the night. She had never discovered in those two years what the curse was, and wondered if it was nothing more than fictions of a long lost legend. Still, there was no mistaking the powers that the suit had given to her, as Spellbinder!