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Andrew's eyes snapped open and he awoke with a start. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was covered in sweat. The startling images from his nightmare were slowly fading, he struggled to remember what they were; it seemed important that he remember. Something about the babies - something about his mother's babies.

Master, are you okay? Maggie inquired in his mind. Did the nightmare cause you stress?

Yes, he replied evenly. What the fuck was that? It was so real.

It was real master, came Maggie's reply, with a tone to match his own. It was a warning; a foreshadowing of what may come. Let me help you remember.

Andrew suddenly found himself floating above his parents' bed. His father, being a large muscular man, with short cropped red hair, was making love to his mother. They were locked in a passionate embrace, and he could see his fathers' hips pushing in and out of his mother slowly, but deliberately. He felt a pang of jealousy and fear. Master, came the disembodied voice of his brain-child Maggie, this is what they will do tomorrow shortly after your father comes home. Your father and mother return from the airport, and head to their room every time he comes home.

After a while, his father grunts and thrusts hard into his mother. And so, he is conceived.

Everything slowly fades out and then back in. Andrew finds himself in a hospital room, his mother on a bed surrounded by females in scrubs and white coats. Andrew floats over to the bed and sees his mother more closely, very pregnant, with her legs in stirrups. His Father stands next to her, urging her to push. Finally, a small head pushed out of his mother and one of the females assists with the birth. Andrew can see his aura around all of the people in the room, however as soon as the child is fully born, everyone's aura shifts slightly. Andrew's aura is still there, but another aura overlaps it all; an aura, he realizes, that is coming from the child. Andrew can see a look of absolute love and devotion on his parent's faces, and the faces of the women in the room. The child never cries, he simply looks around and starts to giggle. And so, he hears Maggie again, he is born.

Everything fades in and out once again. He is at his grandparents' ranch. There are a lot of women and a few men scattered around the ranch. Most Andrew does not recognize, though he does see his ladies and a few of his classmates, though everyone looks older. A group of teenage boys come from inside the barn, with a large group of teenage girls and a few women - his mother, Mrs. Crabtree and Mrs. Smith among them. The boys all have distinct auras, and each of the women and girls also appear to be surrounded by similar auras. They are obviously under the boy's control. The leader of the group, a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years of age, who looks very similar to Andrew ,yells towards the house, calling Andrew's name.

An older, haggard looking Andrew walks out from the house. "What is it Allan?" he asks, his voice sounding tired.

"We're done with your rules and your laws!" the teen shouts back. "This is our world now, old man, and we're done with you."

As soon as the boy finishes speaking, the large group around him pull out weapons and charge the men and women under Andrews control. A large brawl ensues, and there are many casualties on both sides. The battle tears Andrew at his core. But what startles him the most as he watches, is how more slaves, some with his own aura, suddenly break from his control and join the boys. It is obvious from his vantage point that the older Andrew is going to lose. And so, Maggie echoes in his head once more, ominously, he rules.

Andrew found himself back in his room, his heart was once again pounding in his chest. "What the fuck was that?" he found himself saying out loud.

Master, that was a possible future. One where you allow men, other than you, to impregnate your slaves and servants. Every time that happens, there is a chance that they will have a boy, that the boy will not be linked to you, but will share in your powers. If your parents have another son, especially if they both are under your control, then he will be equal to you in power. He may even surpass your abilities, as he will grow up with the magic. You, however, will only produce daughters, who are born enslaved to you. Should the need ever arise to create an heir, one will be born, but as long as he is from your seed, he will be bound to you until your death, or his.

Andrew sat up in his bed and looked at his clock radio. 10:30 he thought, Mom should be getting ready for bed. I can't let this happen. I have to make sure.