

The Twisting NetherNo moon hung in the sky that night; no stars graced the air. The sky was a dark red, the land even redder.The Twisting Nether
Hundreds of thousands of corpses littered the ground, each leaking blood onto the already sodden ground. Bones protruded from their bodies, limbs were torn from their torso. Their eyes were consumed with unimaginable horror, their faces depicting even more terrifying expressions.
Black clouds swirled overhead, hiding any coldhearted god that may have been watching.
These images tormented one soul: a kind, caring soul.
She did not know why she was being shown this, only that these pe


The Tail of an ElfSlaves of each race screamed as the form-changing spell hit them. Some died simply because the strain of the magic was too much for their old hearts. Many of the younger died after their bodies had twisted in ways one could not imagine. A lucky few only had their forms changed to exactly what the master wanted it to be.The Tail of an Elf
Young Nyla could do nothing but watch as her master tortured the other slaves. Her sapphire eyes glistened with tears and she was on the verge of screaming. But she dared not cry out; for she knew that if she did, the master would surely turn on her.
Her master, the wizard, turned to Nyla's mother, an


ArgentpawArgentpaw stared at the Raging River, mesmerized as it rushed past. The corpse of a dead vole came along the river. It was caught in the fierce current, slamming against the rocks into a bloody pulp. Argentpaw winced. She wouldnt want to fall in there.Argentpaw
The sky above turned red, as it always did in her nightmares. The silver cats heart beat wildly, and she knew she had to wake herself up.
Even though she tried hard not to, Argentpaws gaze was dragged back down to the river. Quickly she unsheathed her claws and slashed at her paw.
The she-cat gladly fell into the darkness.
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The Fishies are DeadTwo little stones, each with a single word engraved in them, sat on two little graves.The Fishies are Dead
One said, 'love'. The other, 'peace'.
And a small girl danced around them.
She danced around them, singing, finally happy that the two evil fishies were gone.
Finally, finally the evil fishies that had caused her so much misery to her were gone!
What did they do to her, you ask?
Why, they gaped at her!
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