Journey to the Archon Archipelago
When a healer finds a young man with an extremely large, rapidly growing ‘tumor’ on his back, she knows him for what he really is: A rare subspecies of human males called Archons:
“There are a handful of reasons why Archon’s are so rare,” said Kayla. “Let me read what the book says. Listen to this: ‘An Archon’s semen can cure almost any ailment or mala—eh, are you okay?”
Rolo, who had slurped another spoonful, choked. Soup squirted from his nose and he broke into a cough, pounding his chest. With a wave of his hand, he said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. What? Did you just say … semen?”
Kayla cringed with a nod.
Rolo let out a flat, one-syllable laugh as he waited for the punchline, his face slowly changing from amused to confused. “Seriously?”
"Uh huh,” said Kayla. “You know, it’s not uncommon for body secretions to be used in healing potions. But naturally produced fluids with magical properties all on their own are quite rare. And semen from an Archon is as rare as they come—and as strong as they come, too. Now let me finish reading. You made me lose my place. Okay, here we go.” She cleared her throat and began again.
“‘It’s effects are immediate, whether applied topically, injected into the bloodstream, or digested. It is also extremely addicting due to its ability to trigger an unaturaly intense and pleasureable sensation in the recipient while healing them. In some circles it is considered one of the greatest treasures in the world.’”
“You’re joking, right? That doesn’t sound bad at all,” said Rolo. “I think I’m going to enjoy being an Archon just fine.”
“Don’t get too excited yet," said Kayla. "You’re not going to like this next part. Listen: ‘For an Archon, the act of spilling his seed, after his wings have come in and his body has transitioned, is so excruciatingly painful, it could mean sudden death or incapacitation for hours or days at a time.’”
Rolo blinked, his face frozen with his eyebrows scrunched together. “Say ... say that again?”
“Yeah … I know," said Kayla, cringing even tighter. “Not fun. There’s one more sentence to top it off. It says, ‘And because of this, Archon’s are often hunted for their semen by fanatics, addicts, and others who know of their secret and have the means to track them down.’”
For a moment, Rolo’s jaw hung open. “Hunted?” he finally said.
“Well, that’s why the Goddesses gave your kind wings, Rolo."
Rolo could feel the growing extremities sloshing around inside the tumor on his back, pressing up against the skin. The sensation made him feel nausious.
"I give it a week before your wings come in," said Kayla, closing the book. "You'll be what ... twenty, twenty-one years by then? And if you survive that, well, I can foresee a very interesting life for you."