This is a work of fiction, any one involved in sexual activities will be of at least 18 years of age. Also, a warning of fantasy realm violence and racism.activities will be of at least 18 years of age.

"Why me," I asked? "I'm nothing special. Based on your attire, I'm assuming that you plan to send me to a fantasy realm, and I have no skills with either a sword or a bow."

She looked me in the eyes and asked, "What is your name?"

"Roland," I replied.

"No, your full name."

"Urs Roland Schmidt," I replied.

"Strange," she said, "Your first name and initials are both Urs. Do you know what Urs means?"

"It means bear," I answered.

"Yes, it does," she said with a smile. "Which means you belong to me. Now, as to skills, how familiar are you with Earth's medieval period?

"Well, history was always a thing for me."

"What kinds of weapons did untrained peasants use when called up to service in their lord's army?"

"They generally either brought the tools that they used daily or they used militaristic versions of them."

"Please state examples," she asked?

'This is beginning to feel like a history quiz,' I said. "But they usually used pole arms, spears or axes."

"Exactly," she said, smiling again. "One of the enchanted items that I shall give you will be a spear. Your other weapons will be mundane axes, though."

"Now I have to be serious with you," she said, looking me in the eyes from about 2 feet away. "I am going to mark you as being my champion, and while I wish that it was otherwise, the process will be incredibly painful for you. Feel free to scream in pain if you must, most of the gods' champions do after all."

Looking into her eyes, I saw concern there, so I trusted her. "I'll take it," I said.

She then said, "Please stand with your arms stretched out to your sides with your palms down and your feet shoulder width apart."

I did as instructed, and she stepped in and ran the fingertips of her left hand gently down my face from my right temple to my left jaw. Where she touched me, I felt a searing pain. Strangely, I didn't want to dishonor myself in her presence, so I clenched my jaw, my fists, and my eyes as tightly as I could to suppress the urge to cry out in pain. I was breathing deeply and rapidly through my nose as well. She used both hands on my chest from my clavicles across my pectorals to my sides under my arms. From the backs of my elbows to the fronts of my wrists. She stepped behind me, pressed her massive mammaries into my back ( the only pleasant thing about the whole process). She then reached around my body and ran her fingertips from the inside of each thigh just above my knees up and around to my buttocks and stopping near my spine. She did similar to my lower legs from the inside of my ankles up and around my shins and stopping at the outside of my knees. She finished up by running the fingertips of both hands down my back from my shoulders to my waist.

Tears were running down my face when she was done. She came and stood before me again. My muscles were tired from being clenched so tightly. "Is that all," I asked her.

The sadness in her eyes told me no, she wasn't. She then extended her fingernails, not unlike a cat does, reached up with her left hand to the back of my right upper arm, and with her right hand to the back of my left hip. She drove her nails into my skin and ripped down and to the front with her left hand, up to the front with her right. The pain was too intense, and I screamed through clenched teeth. As her nails left my flesh, I collapsed to the floor, holding my left hand to my shoulder and my right to my abdomen.

As I kneeled on the floor, she kneeled in front of me took my chin in her hand and brought my face up to make eye contact with me and spoke, "I knew that you would scream in pain, I just expected it sooner."

"I don't know why, but I didn't want to show you any weakness or disappoint you."

"You didn't disappoint me," she said as she soothed me. "You are the toughest champion that any god or goddess has ever had."

I thought about that for a bit and said, "I've never considered myself a 'tough guy', but on reflection, I've done 'tough guy' things my whole life."

"Good," she said as she stood up, "now let us get you up, equipped, and on your way."

"But my injuries," I asked?

"Already healed," she said as I looked down at my shoulder and saw the red welts of a scar. I then looked to the rest of my body (that I could easily see) and saw what could best be described as black claw pattern tattoos wherever she had run her fingertips.

"Follow me, please," she asked as I stood. She led me to where she had first revealed herself to me. In the dim light, I saw a throne sitting high upon a dias. Several feet in front of it was what could best be described as an altar upon which laid a large bundle of bear skins with bear head headdress, a battle axe, two hand axes, and a spear. She stepped up to the altar and started handing me items.