Wtf this is awesome sounding. Name her.... um... Madison or Matilda. :D I dunno about race.
The reason was simple as to why she needed to come here. She had nowhere else to go and her aunt was the last person who would house such a child as she. At merely seventeen her parents, her grandparents, and all but one of her aunts and uncles couldn’t care less about her. So She arrived here, in Rhonewood, a small town nestled between a rose covered forest and a small lake and river.
She’d been here only a week or so and already felt mildly at home. She lived with her aunt in a six room house with a lovely garden. There were less than five hundred people living in the town and everyone seemed to know everyone else. The center of the town was comprised of a town square encircled by shops, and sprawled out into houses. Most of the residents were elves, humans, and wizards, although there were a handful of vampires, weres and faeries.
The aunt was an rather skilled potion-maker, and most of the family was somehow magically inclined. Our protagonist, however, was a bit different. Born out of wedlock, she isn’t exactly of the same breed as her family, which is why they have such disdain for her. Her father ensnared her mother’s heart, had his way with her and vanished into the darkness, leaving the lovesick woman with a child of the race of the father. The reason was simple as to why she needed to come here. She had nowhere else to go and her aunt was the last person who would house such a child as she. At merely seventeen her parents, her grandparents, and all but one of her aunts and uncles couldn’t care less about her. So she arrived here, in Rhonewood, a small town nestled between a rose-covered forest and a small lake and river.
She’d been here only a week or so and already felt mildly at home. She lived with her aunt in a six room house with a lovely garden.
Madison Glacia Lotus, Maddie for short, was an elf, like her father. She did have magical capabilities, but what she had was undeveloped and not powerful.
Her aunt hadn’t had the time to go to the local school and inquire about a new student so Maddie was left to her own devices until that time. The morning of her eighth day in Rhonewood Maddie lay in her bed, stroking her aunt’s tabby cat.
The cat was small and skinny and curled up on the bed, staring at Maddie with its golden eyes, which were flecked with green. It's coat was a mostly dark brown with black stripes, but looked as though it had thick tan eyeliner around its eyes, which accentuated the looks it gave people. Most of the time it would glare at anyone who walking in and woke it up but it was nice to Maddie.
As she scratched the cat’s head and pet its soft fur, she gazed around the room. It saddened her to see the blank pieces of decorative paper and the fountain pen lay out on the marble top of the desk in her room. Those items were meant specifically so she could write to her family and friends, but her family wouldn’t want any letters, nor did she have any friends. She’d probably wind up doodling on them instead.
All that was in the room was her bed, tucked away in a raised alcove, a bedside table, a dresser, a desk, a chest, and a bookshelf. The bookshelf contained copious amounts of magic books, mostly of potion recipes but some of lore and legend. Several other books were novels, horticulture books, books of pressed flowers, and scrapbooks. The chest contained blankets mostly, but Maddie figured there was something tucked away at the bottom, although she had yet to check. The dresser was full of her clothes, and her aunt’s old clothes which she’d sewn when she was Maddie’s age. The desk had fountain pens, pencils, erasers, and paper all neatly placed upon it. The bedside table contained some playing cards, and a ton of other junk she had yet to look through.
She pondered places to go and things to do. Her aunt was probably down at her potions shop, and so Maddie had free reign. She could go into town or to the lake, or even the forest. But she had been told that the forest was cursed. She had heard multiple rumors about the roses in the forest killing people, and strange curses and the like. Apparently, sometimes children and young women disappeared into the forest and never came out again. It was a nice day out, though, so she did wish to go somewhere.
Madame Mimi, the cat, stood up and stretched before jumping off the bed and leaving the room. With that Maddie decided that she would go to the river. Her aunt, Eleanor, had warned her against going too far upstream and treading into the forest. Apparently there was a wall at some point in the forest that you were never supposed to cross, lest you be taken by the forest. However, these tales scared her little.
She stood up and dressed in a plain shirt and shorts before walking out of the house. The house was close to the edge of the forest, where most people didn’t dare to live. Maddie figured it was because of how cheap this house was that her aunt had bought it, being fairly poor when she moved here.
It was about a fifteen minute walk to the beach. The walk was shaded by tall willow and oak trees and a slight breeze caressed her face. A thicket of thorny blackberry bushes guarded the beach from trespassers, but there were obvious paths through the brambles. She snagged a few berries as the bushes snagged her, but she continued through to the soft sand of the beach as she munched.
Reaching the beach, she walked along the water’s edge for a ways until she came to a small cove which formed the mouth of the river. She followed the wide river upstream a ways. The trees grew thicker as she walked and eventually she began hearing voices. A bit further upstream on the other side of the river was a group of four people. They sat under the trees and talked and laughed, although she couldn’t hear what they were speaking of.
She could tell that one of them was a faery, a young woman with dark red translucent wings. The others were young men, whose races she couldn’t discern.
As she drew closer she saw their eyes flicker towards her, and then back again to the others. They seemed to pay her little heed.
Skipping across the river on rocks, Maddie noticed two of them were identical twins. It was a week day and they should have been in school from the looks of it. Nevertheless, she walked up to them and smiled.
“Hello,” Maddie said.
The twins looked up in unison, four glassy green eyes training themselves on her. “Hello,” they said at the exact same time, “Who might you be?”
The third boy had his nose in a book, and only glanced up at her once or twice. The faery girl sat cross-legged and looked her up and down, judging her and waiting for her to speak.
“I’m Maddie, Eleanor’s niece,” she introduced herself.
The twins arched their eyebrows and the faery cocked her head.
“I didn’t know Eleanor had any relatives, save for her brother. You’re saying you’re her brother’s daughter?” the faery’s voice was sweet and melodic.
Maddie bit her lip and nodded, slightly embarrassed.
The twins looked at each other and scowled. “How old is he? 35? 36? How old are you?” They looked back up at Maddie, curiously.
“Seventeen,” she said, nervously, ashamed of her parentage.
The faery smirked, “How scandalous.”
The twins nodded in agreement. “So what brings you to this worthless little town?”
“My aunt was the only one who would take me in,” she replied sadly.
The faery’s perky smile fell, “Oh, that’s terrible. I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation, Eleanor is an awesome woman.”
“Brave too! She used to go out into the forest a lot,” the twins added.
Now I might get some answers to my questions about the forest, Maddie thought. “Why is the forest so feared?”
The boy with his nose in a book chuckled, “You need to ask? It’s creepy as heck and people vanish into it! What else needs to be said?”
The corners of the twins’ mouths curled into wicked grins, “It’s said if you walk down the path leading out of the town into the forest at night, you’ll be spirited away to another world.”
“It’s all lies, though, don’t be afraid, Maddie,” the faery waved her hand as if trying to disperse frightful thoughts. “By the way, I’m Sophie, the twin’s are Eric and Gregory, and the bookworm is Jory.”
“So, if you aren’t scared of the forest, could we go take a look? I’m curious to see if there is anything that could have caused the rumors in there,” Maddie suggested.
The twins shrugged and smiled, “We’re always up for an adventure.”
“As am I. I’m not afraid of silly superstitions,” Sophie nodded.
Jory scowled, “I don’t want to go with you, there’s nothing good that could come of it. If you don’t go in and the rumors are true, you’ll be safe. If they aren’t true and you don’t go in, you’ve lost nothing.”
“Oh hush up, Jory. You’re no fun,” Sophie stuck her tongue out at him. “Come with us.”
Jory rolled his eyes, “Fine, but only to keep an eye on you four.”
The five of them, led by Sophie, then began heading up river. They walked for a good while, but at a slow pace. Eventually they crossed the river and came to a path which they followed for quite some time.
The trees grew thicker and after a time, the group reached what was known as the point of no return. A wall made of large, flat stones placed one on top of the other formed a barrier as far as the eye could see. Places in the wall were toppled, and all of it was covered in a thick moss. Barely any light filtered through the dense foliage, creating an eerie aura. Where the path and the wall intersected there was a small arch made of metal and stones. Two lamp posts with enchanted lights inside stood on either side of the archway.
“This is the place where the rumors come from. Supposedly if you pass this point, there’s no going back,” the twins said as if it were a joke.
Sophie then smirked and chuckled. “Well, then I guess I’m as good as gone.” With that she stepped to the other side of the archway. Nothing eventful happened and the group laughed.
Jory, however, stayed silent. He noticed that the sky was darkening now and he was worried they wouldn’t make it back before nightfall.
Beyond the wall the roses were much thicker, covering almost every inch of the forest that wasn’t designated for a path. Maddie took a few steps through the gate and although nothing happened she did feel compelled to continue on, to find out what the rumors were about.
Forest of Shadows
Maddie began to walk further into the forest, and the others followed suit.
Jory launched into a longwinded spiel about how the mere fact they had ditched school was bad enough but to go into the forest was asking for trouble. He expounded on the classes and tests he missed, on the knowledge he would have garnered from the missed day. Sophie eventually retorted with something along the lines of, “If you didn’t want to you shouldn’t have come.” He promptly piped down.
Within the hour, they happened upon a strange ivy wall, and, following it, a wrought iron gate. One of the sides of the gate was off its hinges and was being consumed by the tall grass that grew in the front yard of the mansion the gate guarded.
A large wood and brick house stood amongst a sea of tall grass and old trees. Part of the porch had collapsed and several of the windows were shattered. The place was obviously abandoned.
“This place looks awesome,” the twins smiled, excited about the adventure.
Maddie nodded, “Shall we go in?”
“Unfortunately, I think this is where I stop,” Sophie said. “I’ll stay out here, with Jory.”
Jory nodded in agreement, “Sorry, you three can go in, but stick together. Who knows how unstable that house is.”
The twins laugh, “You two are a pair of ninnies! How bad can one old house be? You’ve got no sense of adventure!” They continue on mocking Jory and Sophie, not realizing Maddie had already decided to wander to the house.
There was no front door to the house, for whatever reason. There were hinges, but no door. Maddie walked right in, thinking the twins were with her. There was a parlor to the left and a grand dining room to the right of the foyer. Directly ahead there was a stair case, and a hall to either side of it. Deciding at random where to go she walked deeper into the unlit mansion, not noticing the twins hadn’t followed her.
As the twins continued to berate the others for not being daring, they heard a shrill scream and an odd bleating noise, much like that of a goat’s, come from the house. Jory and Sophie stare wide eyed as the twins dart into the building. Sophie shifts from foot to foot, indecisive whether or not to follow.
Inside the house the twins split up to find her. Eric takes a hallway and Gregory runs upstairs. Almost as soon as he reaches the top of the stairs Gregory hears his brother yelp and the crackling of wood and another yelp, one from Maddie.
Darting back down the stairs and down the hall Eric gone, he too falls into the exact same obstacle. In an unlit part of the hallway, the wooden floor had rot, allowing it to buckle and collapse under just Maddie’s weight. Neither of the boys had noticed the ten foot drop until they fell and landed on a pile of wood and Maddie.
“Get off of me!” Maddie growled, pushing at Eric and Gregory.
“Sorry, sorry,” they said and stood then each gave her a hand to help her up.
They patted her off, Gregory making such to cop a feel as he brushed off splinters and Eric making sure to slap Gregory’s hands away. It was dark but they could tell this was some form of a basement.
“Either of you got a light?” she inquired.
Gregory produced a match from a packet in his pocket and struck it. It wasn’t much help but they could at least now see a little.
“Let’s explore, shall we?” Eric said with a smile and Gregory produced two more matches and gave one lit to each person and divided up the unlit ones, and then they all split up.
The basement turned out to be quite vast. Maddie found a wall and walked along it, her fingertips following it in the dark. She, however, forgot to pay attention to the match as she wandered and it wound up burning down to her fingertips. Upon feeling the sharp burning sensation, she flung the match away and promptly tripped over something in the dark. As she fell her arms hit something which she managed to grab and use to stabilize herself. As she stood up she heard a voice, one that terrified her and froze her in her place.
“They're going to get you, precious. They're going to gut you and eat your bones, you idiotic pathetic thing. You worthless piece of garbage, you are nothing, and you will die very soon. Alone.”
The voice came from no discernible direction, but it disturbed her to the core. The words were terrifying, and sounded as though the mouth from whence they came had a wicked grin tugging at its corners.
Striking a match she tried to shake off the shiver running up her spine. The first thing that met her gaze were the gray profiles of two statues. One statue was that of a man, the other of a woman, but they were not human. They had horns and odd patterns carved into their flesh. They looked slightly demonic. The pair stared down at a book. The book was bound in black leather, and on the front, in scrawling, curling silver letters were the words “Night Realm.” She realized that this, and the hand of one of the statues were what caught her as she fell.
Curious about the book, she opened the front cover, but, oddly enough, found nothing written in it. As she pondered this she heard the twins yelling that they’d found a way out and for her to come.
Upon looking back to the statues she found that both of their heads were now turned to face her, and their blank eyes stared into hers piercingly.
After a moment of staring back at the statues, Maddie hastily grabbed the book and ran over to where the twins were, dropping her lit match which fizzled out on the damp floor. She clutched the thick book to her chest and the three of them walked up a staircase to a hatch in the ceiling. The hatch led up into the parlor, and was hidden by a rug.
“Well, I’m glad we’re alright,” Eric said trying to shake off the eerie feeling as they walked out.
Gregory nodded as did Maddie. She walked a bit behind the boys, biting her lip a little. Her mind kept replaying the frightening voice she’d heard as she fell. She wasn’t planning on telling them, nor did she think she could without sounding psychotic. It wasn’t even all that clear who had said it, whether it was just an elaborate creation of the mind, or someone who was actually there.
“Hey, you two, get a room!” Gregory laughed.
Jory and Sophie, in their boredom, had gotten to making out against the wall. They promptly halted their amorous activities and gave the three of them a smirk.
“Nice to see you’re still alive,” Sophie chuckled.
Jory nodded, “We thought for sure something had gotten you.”
“You wish,” Gregory rolled his eyes, “Eric and I had it all under control.”
Eric nodded, “Yep, but we still could have used you, Soph. Your light would have been helpful. Someone obviously hasn’t paid the electricity bill.”
The group head back and all the sun’s light disappears from the sky by the time they reach the town.
“Well, I think we best split,” Gregory and Eric said in unison.
Jory and Sophie nodded. “Probably best to head home and remember this little escapade fondly,” she smiled.
“I’m gonna be picking splinters out of my back for days,” Gregory groaned.
“Hey! What about me? You fell on me!” Eric snapped.
Maddie laughed, “And you both fell on me!”
“Sorry about that,” they grimaced.
Jory gave the book a quick glance, but seemed to pay it little heed, “Watch out for vamps on your way home. Goodnight.”
The others said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, the twins one way, and Sophie and Jory another. Maddie walked home in the dark alone. Although the town only had street lights in the downtown area and the streets directly outside it, the road to her house was lit by strings of lights in the trees, giving the walk a slightly mystical effect.
A Story Without Words
Upon reaching her house and walking in, she saw her aunt sitting at the table pouring over several books which had been in the bookshelf in her room. Eleanor didn’t even look up as Maddie shut the door. The grandfather clock behind her aunt read 10:43 PM and Maddie waited for her aunt to say something.
“Good evening, Maddie,” she said calmly.
Maddie nodded, “Hi, Auntie.”
“Have fun? Where were you?” she inquired without even looking up.
A voice, a bit less creepy than the first but far more dominating was heard, apparently only by Maddie, to say, “Tell her to fuck off, you’ll do what you want, when you want.”
“Um, I was out with some friends I made,” Maddie explained to her aunt, ignoring the voice, and started to walk to her room. Her aunt just nodded and went back to researching potion recipes.
As she briskly walked down the hall to her room she snagged a candle out of the cabinet and then retreated into her chambers, locking the door behind her. She sat down at the desk and blew on the wick of the enchanted candle, which sparked to life, lighting up almost the entire room. Putting the book on the desk in front of her she examined the cover, running her hand over the black leather and tracing the silver lettering with her fingers. It almost made her sleepy, looking upon the book.
Opening the front cover she found that, just as before, the first page was blank. The book was a few inches thick and she began flipping through the first few pages, seeing nothing but yellowed pages. She stood the book up on its binding and quickly flipped the pages, finding nothing until the back inside cover of the book. Upon the inside of the back cover, scrawled in curling handwriting, tucked away in a corner, was a date: January 5th, 1289, fifty-six years ago. Staring at the date she pondered what could it have signified, and who had written it. The handwriting seemed rather feminine. On the page adjacent, the last page of the book, were tear stains.
Everything felt very quiet, but this book, with nary a word written in it, seemed as though it were screaming a tragic story to her, but one she couldn’t comprehend. She wondered if anyone else in town knew about the strange house, other than the five of them, and whether anyone knew who had inhabited it. A library existed in town, she knew, that was almost as old as the town itself. Unfortunately though, any answers it held were barred to her until at least the next day. There were plenty of books around the house, however, and she could always ask her aunt. She was extremely tired, but extremely curious as well.
Suddenly, a voice which she had heard before, the frightening one, spoke. However, now she fully understood that they were in her head. Oh, your auntie, sweet, sweet auntie, I wonder what she'd look like without her skin?! Probably like a bird, or a chicken plucked and feathered for a meal. We should find out. Find a knife, oh, sweet dearie. Play a game. Let go. Get her before she gets you. Slice, cut, chop, and most importantly, kill. Kill your dear, sweet auntie. Oh no no no, don't look like that. It's only self defense. She'll be gutting you in your sleep before the week is over. Get her before she gets you.
GO YOU LITTLE BITCH! KILL YOUR AUNT AAAHHHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Maddie’s eyes were wide with horror as she stared down at the book. The voice reverberated in her head. She had absolutely no desire to obey it, but it’s voice was very commanding.
Ignoring it, she stared at the bookshelf in her room, trying to find a book that wasn’t completely useless to her current dilemma. Yet another voice then began to speak, a kinder yet condescending voice.
Insipid girl, your pitiful brain cannot possibly comprehend this tome. Seek knowledge, seek answers, seek help. A being with your gross level of incompetence cannot hope to delve into these secrets unaided.
She stood, understanding that this voice was right. Without help, she couldn’t possibly understand what this all meant. Examining the bookshelf she found nothing of use. She walked out of the room, accidently stubbing her toe on the chest as she did. Going into the main room of the house she found her aunt had already retired to bed. Upon understanding her aunt was asleep the violent voice spoke again.
Ignore him girl, he's against you, all of them are against you but me. My words are the only words that will keep you alive. Death will come if you follow their advice. With me I bring you salvation, salvation from your whoring ways.
Once again, ignoring the horrifying voice she continued on with her plans. A bookshelf was built into the wall of this room and after perusing its selection she found a book entitled The History of Rhonewood. Taking it from the shelf she retreated once more back to her room.
Once at her desk she figured before getting anywhere she should write her name in the book. She took a pen from the desk and tried to write her name upon the first page of Night Realm. However, no ink would transfer onto the page. Thinking it was the pens fault she tried another, but the same problem occurred. When testing them on her skin the pens worked fine, but neither they nor the pencils would write upon the paper.
“How strange,” she muttered and ran her hand over the page, “Perhaps it’s enchanted.”
Going back to the history book she quickly skimmed the book. The Rhonewood family started the town along with a couple others. The town was little over seventy years old. For the first twenty years only five families lived in the town, the Rosalbas, the Rhonewoods, the Quirkes, the Zes, and the Aranas. The Rhonewoods and Rosalbas were wizarding families, the Zes were faeries, the Quirke were Elves, and the Aranas were vampires. It originally began as a refuge for those persecuted by other races. The book mentioned nothing about the house in the woods.
Her eyelids drooped the more she read, sleep almost snatching her up several times.
The violent, apparently talkative voice spoke again. Alright, fine don't kill your aunt yet. Read the book, this seems like a nice book, a book of wonder and amazement, a book of many good things. Read, read and listen. Dumb whore.
She continued reading a bit more. Although the book was written five years prior, it did say that each of the five families, with the exception of the Rosalbas, still lived in town. It talked about old buildings, what old families did for a living, and other random things about the town. It mentioned how the town hall had burned down four times and finally was rebuilt out of stone and bricks to avoid such hazards. At the back of the book, in the lists of texts used to form this book was an interesting title: Rhonewood: Myths and Magic by Fae T. Arana.
As soon as she closed the book yet another voice popped into her head, one that began calmly and normally enough. Hello, mortal. Your mind may not comprehend this knowledge, as the prior one said. Ignore the other three, listen to my words only. I know the path to the truth. You must find the vampire named Zed. You must lose your virginity to him. Then you must sacrifice your cat to me, in the altar in the forest, while chanting, "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" three times over. And then you must write your name in the book using the cat's blood. And then you will learn the truth. However, by the end of its chatter, it turned out to be a lunatic as well. A look of absurdity crossed Maddie’s face as she listened to the voice prattle on.
After it quieted down she contemplated writing her name in the book with blood, but lacking pain tolerance she decided against it. Standing up she decided to go to bed. As she tugged at the covers and got undressed the calm but absurd voice spoke again. Oh, I almost forgot mortal. Go to Zed. He can help you.
Not knowing who Zed was, Maddie climbed into bed and promptly passed out from exhaustion after the day’s activities.
She woke up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding. She opened her eyes and could see the stars twinkling all number of colors above her. It took her a moment to realize that she shouldn’t be able to see the stars, nor had they ever appeared any color but white. Sitting up, her hands almost sunk into the soft ground. At first she didn’t realize this was odd either, but after a second it clicked.
“Where in the world am I?” she murmured looking around.
The ground was made of something similar to very fine cotton that was soft and slightly cool to the touch. It sank a little under the weight of her hand, and it felt as though the ground was made up of a giant pillow. She could see in places the ground rose up and curled into little waves, seeming as though this had once been an ocean, but due to some strange spell, was now pillow-like. The world was mostly dark, but in small craters in the ground orbs of light, ranging in size from that of a pea to that of a bowling ball, illuminated the world. A large moon and a small moon both loomed over head, smiling down at her.
Standing up she looked in all directions, seeing very little.
The calm yet insane voice piped up. Hello again, mortal. I'm sorry if my previous advice was seemingly insane. I was just judging you. Now, what have we here? Looks like a dream world. Try waking up, that might work. But anyways, you should see Zed, he can help. Who knows, he might be around here somewhere. Zed's a Vampire, y'know. He's very nice.
Another voice, that of condescending reason, then spoke. Oh dear. I knew your kind were stupid, but this? Come now, this is not your world. This much should be obvious, even to your insignificantly tiny brain. Oh, very well mortal, I shall give you some guidance for the purpose of my own entertainment. Do not take this as caring for your well-being, of course, for your death may very well amuse me more than your living foolishness. Take a look around, fool girl, explore your surroundings.
Ah, yes, one last thing. My... fellows have voiced wishes to adhere only to their advice. I propose you listen to whosoever you wish, but be very wary of what is suggested. Even I am not to be trusted with your safety, mortal girl. Beware, and good luck.
For once, I agree with this guy, go and explore for fuck's sake.
Maddie took them both with a grain of salt, but did agree with them. At first she tried to wake up, thinking that this is a dream world like the first said. She shut her eyes tight, a method she used to use when she wished to wake from a lucid nightmare when she was young. However, upon opening her eyes she was still in the strange world.
“Well… Might as well explore…,” she said walking over to a crater and snatching up an orb of light. As the other fell into place in the crater they made soft pinging sounds as they struck each other.
She stood there, staring down at the light orb in her hand. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE?! RUN BITCH RUN!
She jumped at that and then scowled, “No, I don’t fucking take orders from you.” However, she did start to walk in a random direction. The landscape was fairly monotonous. After a while of walking she noticed that every step she took caused a soft melodic sound to emanate from the ground. There was no breeze, she also noted, and the air was warm against her mostly bare skin. The orb seemed to grow in her hand, growing from the size of a baseball to that of a grapefruit.
After walking for what seemed like ages the world seemed to blur at the edges, and things became foggy. However, she did notice that in certain places in the ground there were tight stitches, as though the ground had been torn and patched. The farther she walked the more frequently she saw the patches.
In the distance she sometimes heard odd howls, or growls, or screams. These noises terrified her and sent her jogging a bit, but she slowed after a while. The farther she walked the blurrier things became and a slight aching became apparent on the right side of her head. The pain progressively got worse. When things were almost completely blurred out and she could barely see a few feet in front of her, a voice was audible as a light hand on her back.
“A human? Are you okay?” the voice was soft, like the wind through a willow tree. “How did you-“
Maddie opened her eyes and she found herself in her room, Madame Mimi kneading the side of her head. Light shone through her bedroom window and she didn’t feel tired enough to fall back to sleep.
Maddie opened her eyes and she found herself in her room, Madame Mimi kneading the side of her head. Light shone through her bedroom window and she didn’t feel tired enough to fall back to sleep.
Pushing Mimi away, Maddie got out of bed. Snatching up the Night Realm book from her desk she left the house and headed into town. Heading to the library, she recalled what the calm yet insane voice said about finding Zed. Unfortunately, the voice had also mentioned he was a vampire, so she’d have to wait until nightfall to find him.
Upon entering the library she went about getting a library card, and then inquired about the founding families.
“Oh yes, all but the Rosalbas are still here, I believe if you check the town census records in the back of the library you’ll find them,” the librarian smiled.
Maddie nodded and went to go check the records. Finding them, she brushed off the dust and sat down to read them. It seemed like the four remaining families had always and continued to live on 1st Street, except the Rosalbas, who there was no record of.
A new voice piped up. There's no record of the Rosalbas? LIES, THIS LIBRARY SHOULD BE BURNED DOWN. BURN IT DOWN, WOMAN!
Yet another new voice then spoke. Although this one was extremely soft there was a hit of something bad to it. Hehe, he’s right. There should be records of the Rosalbas. However, they were burned, much like he’s suggesting you do. The records of them were burned by the blood of someone you know.
Maddie thought about this for a moment, and instantly thought of Sophie, but dismissed it. Standing up she walked out of the library and headed for 1st Street.
Alright girl, you're headed in the right direction, but you can find Zed now, as a matter of fact. Head to 1st Street, and go to The Blind Greyhound pub, and say that Charlie sent you. And then the bartender should take you to Zed.
She grimaced at the thought of having to go into a pub. She’d never liked them, and decided to just look for one of the mansions these families lived in.
I do not know about you, girl, but I find the idea of seeking out a vampire to be a little ridiculous. They are known for consuming their visitors, are they not? Ignore the vampiric nonsense, continue your search for knowledge. Those founding families seem like good leads, go to 1st street, but avoid the bloody pub and its disreputable patrons. Seek the families to ask what they know of your book. I am quite sure they will have valuable information, if you can coax them to part with it.
“Sounds like a plan,” she muttered, unsure if the voices could hear her.
Go to the pub! Zed has a whole library of arcane stuff, honest! The voice was pouty and upset, sad at not being listened to.
Maddie walked to 1st Street, on which were several buildings. One side had four sprawling mansions, the other a pub, a schoolhouse, a park, a cemetery, a church, and a town hall. Walking up to the first mansion she found they were all guarded by high fenced and gates. Only the third manor’s gate was open and she walked in. It was a bit of a ways to the front door, which loomed large in front of her.
The front yard of the house was a sprawling garden with a long reflecting pool in its center with a blazing fire pit in the center of the pool. She noticed there were several lanterns hanging on columns supporting the roof of the front porch, all of which had fires burning in them. The front doors had a frosted glass windows in the centers, both of which featured images of fire faeries dancing over flames.
Ringing the bell on the side of the door, she heard a clatter. Through the window she saw a young man, dressed all in black jump over the railing of the second floor inside the house. He righted himself and began to walk towards the door when a blast of blue light threw him against a wall. She saw Jory then begin to run towards the door. Suddenly, Sophi fell on Jory out of nowhere, as though she’d been flying and just stopped over him. She didn’t seem like she’d do much damage to him but she did land on his head and cause him to fall. Standing up, she then rushed over to the door and pulled one open.
“Yesss? Oh, hai! Maddie! Long time no see! Err how did you know where I lived?” she arched an eyebrow.
“I uh-” before Maddie could answer that Sophie turned her head to face inside.
“Boys, what’s taking you so long? Stop being rude and come greet the guest!” she chuckled as both Jory and the guy in black rubbed their heads and grumbled. Turning back to Maddie, Sophie opened the door, “Come in.”
Maddie nodded and walked in, Jory closing the door behind them and all four of them walking into a parlor. The blackout curtains were drawn, probably for the guy in black, who seemed like a vampire. Sitting on one of the couches, Sophie sat beside her and the boys on a couch across from them.
“So, what has brought you to the humble House of Ze?” Sophie inquired.
Maddie opened her mouth to speak but then almost all the voices in her head and some new ones began to speak at once.
Speak naught of our voices in your head, lest you wish your companions to think you insane. They are not quite ready to believe such a tale.
WHY ARE YOU TALKING WITH THEM? MURDER THEM FOR THEIR CRIME AGAINST KNOWLEDGE, BURN THEM TO JUSTICE!!!!
Why damn, good sir, I do like the cut of your jib. You should listen to this one, little missy, he has a good head on his shoulders, and is better than the rest of the filth you have running around here. You'd be surprised how many are just sitting back, waiting for the most opportune time to belch their terrible opinions.
Like Mr. Scholar over here! I mean yes, I was telling you to kill someone, but never to LIE! There's still a bit of honor in me, and I realize that I was upset at my situation, and I do apologize for talking to you that way, but I'm trying to keep you safe. Telling your friends about us is a GREAT idea, and would be good for yourself and us!
Also, as a side note, if you go with the brooding gentleman's suggestion of murdering the two people who wish you upmost harm, may I throw in another suggestion? You need to relieve yourself of this... Tension. It's clouding your mind, making it harder for you to block out the more foolish voices. I suggest you take Jory and have a little...
Oh shut up! You never just get to the point except when you're stark raving mad! Listen, what lover-boy is suggesting up their, is to get a little loose. You're in a mansion, and I'm sure you could sneak away to an empty room for an hour, and if Jory's not your cup of tea, I know you wouldn't mind a tumble with Sophi. Rawr. Go get'em girlfriend.
Heck, I hear fang boys make the best lays. We should go find out! It'll be fun!
Bitch, don't touch Jory or I'll chip down your already pitiful self esteem until you seek the sweet relief of death by your own hand.
Meow baby, come now, let's have some fun. It's not so bad, if you think about it you'd be sleeping with him by proxy. Wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you like to snuggle up close to that big strong man and let him ravage us?
Paws off! I'd sooner put us all back in the bloody ground than share with her, or any of you for that matter, even if it means having my chance. Now, while we're on the subject, that faery bitch has to go. I know the perfect faery poison, nice and painful and slow.
Maddie bit her lip as the voices in her head grew louder. Her temples began to throb and Sophie gave her a curious look.
Those last two voices are idiooots
She began rocking back and forth, “Sophie, do you have a pain remedy?”
Sophie shook her head.
Stop with that talk and WOULD YOU BURN THEM ALREADY!!!!
Maddie clutched her head, feeling slightly nauseous. “Shut up,” she whimpered.
Oh dear... I find it highly shameful that I am forced to associate with these oafs of such sophomoric wit. Please, for your sake and mine, try not to engage in the lewd activities these fools suggest. We are on a quest for knowledge here, carnal pleasures can wait for the nonce.
“Be quiet.” Maddie gritted her teeth as the room seemed to blur.
Dear sir, when was the last time you got laid, huh? We're trapped in this damn book for all eternity, so we might as well experience so some lust through her, since she's got the book. Lust leads to knowledge.
“Do you have a bathroom?” she inquired of Sophie, who nodded and helped her as she staggered to her feet.
Lust distracts, fool. One must remain ever aimed at the goal, like an arrow set flying to a target. Would an arrow veer off to the side because it spotted a lovely pair of breasts? Would it then be able to turn back to its target after getting a good gander? Nay, sir, on both counts. This same principle holds true of a young lady on a mission to find answers: she is the arrow, those answers are the target. Try to contain your immature lust while those of us with a mite of intelligence go about our scholarly pursuit of knowledge, thank you.
As she staggered down the hall, it felt as though little hands were pulling down her knees and pressing down her shoulders, trying to get her to fall. Steadying herself against the wall she slowly crept towards the bathroom.
“She alright?” Jory asked Sophie, who was following close behind Maddie.
I'm intelligent, those other voices aren't. We're the only intelligent ones here. I'm just suggesting these things cause if someone becomes so obsessed with something and think about nothing else, than were's the fun anymore? I mean, it happened with us, didn't it? We're trapped in the book, aren't we?
Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor, sliding down the wall.
NO! DON'T YOU DARE OVERLOOK THEIR CRIME AGAINST KNOWLEDGE!! BURN THEM ALL!!!
With that the world seemed to spin out of existence, her eyelids were pulled shut by little demons that she hadn’t the strength to fight.
“Maddie!” Sophie yelped and the world was gone.
The voice began as a whisper, and brought to her mind thoughts of a garden, and willows, and a nice spring day. However, the words were not as sweet. Oh, so you couldn’t hack it? Look at you, you’re not as good as all of them were. They each lasted at least a week, but you? You barely lasted a day without being overwhelmed! How do you expect to fight a Nightmare without dying? Or a Torment! You’ll be dead and gone before you know it! Best not to fall asleep until you can at least handle the voices.
Slowly the world crept back to her, slinking back into her mind as though it feared her wrath.
“I think she’s up now,” Jory said.
Opening her eyes she found she was laying on the couch, her head in Jory’s lap and blue magic dancing around his fingertips.
“Always wondered when I would get a chance to use that spell,” he chuckled.
“Feeling better?” Sophie asked and pulled Maddie to a sitting position, out of Jory’s lap.
Maddie nodded, “What did you do to me, Jory?”
Sophie sat in Jory’s lap and rested her head on his shoulder, “He used a spell to ease stress. You seemed to be under a lot of it.”
He nodded, “I’ve only ever used it on myself before.”
“You okay though, Maddie?” Sophie asked, worriedly.
“I’m fine,” Maddie chuckled, “Where’d the vampire go?”
Sophie shrugged, “He left when you passed out. He probably went back home, or to the pub.”
Maddie nodded, “What can you tell me about the Rosalbas?”
The pair were silent, and shared an odd glance. Jory breathed deeply, then said, “They were one of the founding families. They were primarily wizards, and extremely adept in mental magic, like illusionary, mindreading, telepathy, and the like. It’s been quite a while but I heard the family died out.” There was something strange in his tone at the last part.
Sophie nodded. “I don’t know much about it. My family isn’t one for the past. My fathers been away on business for quite some time, and my brother is a drunkard. My mom is dead, and the woman I consider my mom, Zed’s mom, is extremely busy with town work so I don’t get to hear stories of the past much,” she explained.
Maddie nodded again, and opened her mouth to speak but began hearing the incessant voices again.
Oh for fucks sake, look what you idiots did with your back and forth nonsense.
Oh because you're SOOO much better
I was here first, hell I WAS ONE OF THE FIRST. So why don't you twats just shut the hell up, I'm running this show. Now then, I say we kee-
For a moment she just bore the noise, but then she concentrated and the sound began to dull. The voices quieted to barely a whisper and she could stand them easier.
Why are you in charge?!
Because I was here first. I was the first voice to reawaken, that makes me the smartest and the most in tune with the girl’s feelings. Now shut it! Killer man you just quit your brooding, she's not gonna kill anyone we've already tried that thousands of times Bubbly retard, shut-up, you're giving ME a headache, and that's just... Awful. Mister Smartass, you get to keep talking, since you haven't actively tried to get us killed yet.
They're just going to ignore you!
Seriously, I'm gonna brain you with a mallet. Anywho, little miss independence over there can do what she wants I guess, though honestly you need to get laid.
We could have all.
You realize that your continued blathering is not helping the girl, Sir Arrogance? Please, all of you, make an attempt at keeping your outbursts to a minimum until she can handle it. All of our fun will be ruined if she dies quickly like the last one.
To be fair, the last one was hung for slaughtering 15 men and a goat. Also, I still don't like what was done to the goat. I don't care how much it's genitalia resembles a human.
No, the last one was drawn and quartered for 23 counts of murder, 5 counts of sexual assault, and for the thing with the goat and that cow.
And I agree with my fellow intellectual, you should stop blathering on, First.
He's pouting now, oh well I should go cheer him up.
Not enough bloodshed is going on… the insane one grumbled.
Although she wasn’t paying them much attention, she did wonder what they meant about the last one being killed, and whatever this last one was.
Good, good, you’re learning. All it takes is a little brain power.
“Jory, why did you look like that when you talked about the Rosalbas?” Maddie inquired.
Jory arched an eyebrow, “Look like what?”
“You had a strange look on your face,” Maddie explained.
“It’s nothing. I’ve just heard some curious rumors. But I dislike slandering the dead, so I’m not going to speak of such things,” he stated, avoiding the topic while rubbing Sophie’s back.
“Sophie, is there anyone who directly knows the Rosalbas?” she inquired.
Sophie thought for a moment then shrugged, “Not to my knowledge, unless you ask people older than sixty, which would have to be people from the founding families. Zed might know, since vampires tend to live quite a long time. I know Zed himself isn’t very old, but his father is over a hundred, and still young. Might want to seek them out. They’re the Aranas.”
Maddie nodded, “Thank you very much.”
“Well, looks like it’s dark outside, which means it’s time for you to go, and me to ravage Jory,” Sophie said nuzzling and kissing his neck.
Chuckling, Maddie stood and smiled, “You two have fun. I’ll let myself out.”
Sophie smiled and waved goodbye and Jory tried to suppress a smile and waved as well.
“Have a nice night,” Jory said as Maddie closed the door behind her.
Half way across the yard, Maddie felt as though she were forgetting something, although she couldn’t quite remember what.
Fangs and Fear
Bah, you're just too kind for your own good, not even a single drop of blood. You're boring. You're leading a boring life and you should be ashamed. Though the book will make it a little bit more colorful now.
Maddie sighed and stood in the middle of the road. When the voice mentioned the book she realized that was what she’d forgotten. Looking back towards the house she recalled that she hadn’t seen it on the coffee table on her way out. Scowling, she wondered if Zed had snatched it when they weren’t looking and left. Well, she had to find him anyway so that shouldn’t be a problem.
“Guess I’m going to find a vamp then…” she muttered.
Oh, bloody hell. Giving that hyperactive idiot what he wants will only make him more likely to suggest stupid things in the future. But if you feel you've no other recourse in your search for information, so be it.
“I don’t know where else to go for information, and I think they might have the book. I’m going to find the Aranas,” she said to the voice.
Oh right, and we never pander to idiots.
Daww... Honey bear...
NO shhh, shut up SHUT UP!
Will you stop being such a closet case?
WOULD YOU GUYS SHUT UP?! The bitch forgot the book with the other bitches. Told you you should've burn them before.
Ignoring them, Maddie recalled the address of the Aranas and walked two mansions down the road to the dark-looking abode of the vampiric founding family. A high gate and brick wall with iron spikes lining the top guarded the house entirely. There was no bell, nor any way of communicating to those within that she wished to speak with them. She considered going to the pub for a moment. It wouldn’t be hard to spot a vampire, they tended to have several very distinct characteristics, without even seeing their fangs.
Vampires were often extremely pale, coming from the far northern ice country of Nevara. They also had a thing about wearing black and silver, which seemed to be some form of tradition although she was unsure. She knew that some, very pure blooded vampires, often had mental capabilities that exceeded those of normal humans. She’d read of telepathy, telekinetics, influencing, and more.
Slightly apprehensive to go into a bar where vampires might lurk in the crowd she paced the street between the pub and the house. Finally deciding to peek into the bar, she walked in. Sure enough, there was Zed, dressed in a black coat and black pants, pouring over her book while drinking a tall glass of blood. She bit her lip, wondering whether or not to go and snatch the book or try and reason with him.
You should reason with him, he's very helpful at times.
Maddie started across the room, intending to try and grab it from him, furious he’d stolen it from her. However, the voice halted her and cleared her anger. She then began again to walk towards the vampire.
Sitting down beside him she stared him directly in the eyes, but he didn’t notice her.
“Um… You have my book,” she said loud enough to he could hear her over the cacophony of the pub-goers’ voices.
His gaze didn’t falter as he read, “No, I don’t.”
She peaked around at the cover. “Yes. You do.”
“Finders keepers.” He sipped his blood.
“Give it back!” she snapped, getting angry.
“Nope,” he said jadedly.
Irate, Maddie grabbed the book and attempted to yank it from his hands. She was successful only in receive a quick slap to the face which knocked her sideways in her chair and a menacing glare.
“Be gone, you insolent girl!” he snapped.
Shocked, she looked at him, holding her cheek. “Thief! Thief!” Several heads turned, but none did anything. Some of them even seemed angry at her, not at Zed. Maddie became even more distressed.
Offending a vampire in a room potentially full of vampires? How does one of your cripplingly small intellect even dress in the morning without breaking a limb? Bloody stupid girl.
That's the spirit, aggravate a vampire in a room that might be filled with vampires. Idiotic, and admirable, but really idiotic.
Zed gnashed his teeth and stood, grabbed her wrist tight, and pulled her out of the bar. No one was in the street and he practically dragged her across the road, through the gate of his mansion, and slung her on the ground, then closed the gate and locked it. Placing the key back in his pocket, he turned his cold, piercing gaze upon her. His eyes were a silvery color that seemed to be tinted blue, which made them look frightening when glaring.
Stepping away from the gate, towards her, to where no one on the street could see him he crouched down and held up the book. Maddie crawled back a ways, away from him.
His fangs glinted white as he spoke. “Do you even know what kind of magic you’re messing with, you foolish girl? This book could tear your mind apart if you let it. I at least have the mental capacity not to mess with such dark magic, so I’m keeping it where no one like you will find it.”
He stood up and walked over to her. She cowered in fear and tried to scramble away but he stepped on her shirt.
“For interrupting my meal and being a nuisance I will now show you what a real vampire steals when he’s a thief.” Pulling her to her feet and tossing the book aside he wrapped his arms around her tightly holding her in place. He could feel her trembling in fear and for a second he hesitated, his fangs just lightly touching the skin of her neck.
You're a pretty young girl, scream rape. That normally gets people's attention.
“R-Ra-Rape!” Maddie said, but her voice was barely audible with fear. She tensed, feeling the needle sharp tips of his fangs pressing lightly into her skin. “Hurry up, if you’re going to bite me. Just please don’t kill me, please. I’m sorry.”
BEGGING? KILL HIM! CLAW HIS EYES OUT! ANYTHING BUT BEG, YOU IDIOTIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN!
Zed, as cold as he acted and as hungry as he still was, couldn’t bring himself to hurt someone who hadn’t really done anything wrong. He sighed and released her, but slid one of his hands from her back, down her arm and latched onto her wrist.
Looking into her eyes he said, “I’m not going to hurt you, not without your permission, at least. I’m sorry for the slap. But I do have to talk to you. If what this book says is true, then you’ve gotten yourself into some deep shit which I can help you with. Come inside and I’ll explain.” He realized he was squeezing her wrist and he released her, and went to pick up the book. He started for the house, rubbing his temples.
Maddie stood there trembling, frightened. She’d heard so many stories of vampires going insane and killing people, drinking them dry. However, he seemed as though he genuinely wanted to help.
Told you to reason with him, girl. Maybe next time listen?
I did. Maddie thought with a pout. He was being childish… What say you all? Should I follow him?
I don't like him. I really don't. Run girl, he might kill you maybe.
No he won't. Well, he will if you piss him off.
You can trust him, don't worry.
Hmm, I suppose not all vampires are monsters. He wants to give you information, you want information. Quite a stroke of good fortune, no?
Finally, something interesting. What are you going to do? Go after him and potentially having you turned to a mummy? Or are you going to be a coward that you are and turn tail? To be frank, going in seems better...and maybe bloody
Ignoring the frightening thoughts from the last voice, Maddie thought. Well, seems like most of you think this is either safe, useful, or interesting so… Here I go.
Catching up to him, Maddie was quiet for a moment as she matched the tall vampire’s long strides. She then spoke, “I would very much appreciate your help. I’m sorry if anything I’ve done has seemed foolish to you, but this was all rather an accident.”
He looked at her with a sullen, pitiful sideways glance. “You honestly have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” It sounded like he was sad for her, genuinely.
She looked at him, slightly puzzled at his apparent emotional investment in her current situation. “Why do you care?”
He bit his lip as he opened the door to his house for her, “There is a very good reason why, but I can’t easily tell you.”
Maddie nodded, understanding that whatever his reason was, he was somehow emotionally connected to her ordeal in a painful way.
“Follow me,” he said leading her up the spiral staircase in the corner of the large front room. His house looked more like a castle, and from the outside had two tall towers in front on either side.
He led her up to the fourth floor, which was half the size of the other floors. The other half was a large balcony, upon which was a pool, a hot tub, lawn chairs, and quite a few plants. The room was dark, but was illuminated by interesting lighting fixtures. The black walls and the blood red carpet made for a dark room, but the ceiling was enchanted to look like the sky. Wispy clouds floated across it and the moon shone bright overhead. She stood staring up at this until her neck hurt.
The walls of the room were lined with book shelves, and one part of the room looked like a library. There was a table and chairs as well, and a fridge. A large black and red bed that could probably fit a family sat near a fireplace. The room was chilly but the fireplace warmed half of it nicely. Two doors and a fireplace were all that adorned the three windowless walls other than bookshelves. Every inch of the bookshelves were full, and some books were even stacked high on the table, on the floor, and lay in piles on the bed. The bed, which was unkempt, seemed to suggest that whoever slept in it slept with books much like a child would sleep a teddy bear.
He sat on the bed, tossing some books aside. Maddie didn’t feel comfortable sitting down on his bed so she just stood a good few feet in front of him. “I have read this book, and luckily for you it doesn’t seem like your condition has spiraled out of control yet. I think I can be of some assistance to you. However…” He looked down at the book in his lap, “To help you as best I can I need power and energy, which I rarely have. My magic requires a lot of energy and I… Need blood…. In the way of acquiring magic energy from blood, fresh is always best. Would you like to strike a bargain?”
Maddie arched an eyebrow and folded her arms, “I’m listening.” She really hoped he wasn’t going to ask to bite her, but she knew he would.
“This book,” he put his hand on the cover, “has the power to twist and contort your mind and torture you until you put an end to your misery or you die by other means. I could keep that from happening I think… If you’d let me drink your blood and help you. What do you say?”
[i]Even you can't be that stupid. Seriously don't let that man anywhere near you. Ask him to prove he can help. Or even better, have him do it, and then run away. He's not gonna chase you.[i]
Baby, I feel really uneasy with you trying to get with that man. I say you leave and find someone who wants to eat you up in a totally different way.
Ooh, he just said "I think," hehehheehheh. I'm betting hunger's getting to his head. If that was possible, don't you think one of us would have done so already? the black thought before adding to the other voices Shhh! no other comment on that from you degenerates!
Back to Maddie Then again, I want to see what would happen...Go through it, I say. And that statue seems close enough to you for bashing his head when he fails. Or maybe the book, whacking a smartass with a thick book is always satisfying. Orrr, you could whack him first and let him do it if he still wanted too. Yes, do that, whack him, I know he creeps you out, whack him!
All of you, shut the fuck up, no one needs your opinion anyway, so just zip it.
Green - No one likes you.
Pink - Stop trying to make her into a Slut.
Black - Fuck you.
Orange - You're okay, since you're the only other intelligent one here.
Cut your own throat after giving the book to someone more competent. Like Jory.
Tomato - The wizard? Seriously? He's an ignorant, love struck, twit.
Sighing, Maddie thought for what seemed like an abnormally long time. She was leaning towards letting him help her.
Though I rarely trust blood suckers, perhaps you should take the deal. Succumbing to the madness of the book is not pleasant. But… avoid letting him actually bite you. You can bleed yourself into a cup and allow him to drink that, it ought to be fresh enough for his needs. He gets his blood; you get the help and don't turn into a foul beast of the night. Mutually beneficial arrangements are always best.
Most of the voices seemed in favor, as did she. So she nodded. “I will agree to this. You may have my blood but… Will it hurt? Will I change into a vampire?”
He chuckled, “No, you can’t become a vampire by being bitten by me. There’s only one vampire with that ability, and that’s Jezebel the vampire queen. As for pain, that depends.”
She arched an eyebrow, “On?”
“Drugs mostly, there are medicines to numb the area, as well as drugs to make you relax and feel less pain. Also how gentle I am. I tend to not use drugs, however, and thusly don’t have them. I do have healing potions for fixing the wounds after though, and I promise to be gentle.”
Maddie bit her lip, nodding, considering what Mr. Logic had to say but knowing she wouldn’t have the lady balls to make the wound.
“Listen, I can tell you’re nervous, and I can understand that. Many of the people I bite are new to such things, considering there are very few vampires in this town.” He began tossing books aside on his bed. “Perhaps for a bit I should explain how I think I can help.
“My magic, as well as the book’s, is dream magic. I can connect to a person’s dream as they sleep and either see through their minds eye or insert myself into their dream. This book is a doorway into a secret world, Night Realm, which deals with dreams, and nightmares. The curse you have taken upon yourself shoves your mind through the doorway every time you sleep. I can enter this world with you, and help you understand it. Also I know a bit about this book’s history… Which unfortunately is full of nightmares of its own. Have you read what’s been written so far?”
Maddie scowled, “It was blank when I last saw it but… At the bar you were reading it, weren’t you? What does it say?”
Opening the book he patted the bed beside him and Maddie took a seat. She couldn’t understand the odd writing, but understood that it was a language of sorts.
“As you progress through the world the book reveals more and more and records what you do. It also reveals the previous holders of the book as they reveal themselves to you, via voices in your head. This language isn’t from this world, it’s the language of those in the Night Realm. I learned to read it… A while ago.
“It basically has explained that there are orbs of light on the ground, which are called luminocine orbs. They are also known as dream pearls. They are born of good dreams and the longer a dream the bigger they grow, and the clearer the dream the brighter. It also explained that you must never fall through the ground, and that the ground, where torn, absolutely must be patched. It also has a warning: ‘Nightmares are frightful, with their roars and their growls, but beware the darkness, in which the Torment prowls.’ Doesn’t say much more, except for the order of the… Owners of the previous owners…” He bit his lip so hard a little blood leaked from it. “The Torment,” he muttered.
Taking a deep breath he shut the book and tossed it aside. “So, Maddie, I must remind you this isn’t for the faint of heart, and what you’re getting into is dangerous.” As he spoke in a soothing tone he gently grabbed her arm, caressing the inside of her wrist softly, “I can help you, I know a bit about this world into which you’re delving.” He brushed his lips against her wrist, then the tips of his fangs. “All I ask is a little power.” He swiftly sunk his fangs into the soft flesh of her wrist.
She screamed, having been lulled into a calm state by his voice but then snapped from it at the sharp pain. Trying to wrench her arm from him made it worse and he quickly grabbed her arm and held it fast so as not to hurt her further. His eyes were fierce and commanding, telling her to hold still and be quiet.
“Zed?” A woman’s voice called from downstairs. “Is someone up there with you? Are you being nice?”
After five gulps he released her hand and while yelling back he tossed a bottle of glowing blue liquid to her. “Yes, Mom, I have a friend over. I just startled her, is all, sorry for the noise.”
“Okay,” the voice called back.
Zed turned back to Maddie as she poured a little of the potion into the two holes. The skin visibly grew back. He took the vial back.
“Sorry, I could have handled that better,” he chuckled.
“Why the fuck are you laughing?! That hurt!” she was tempted to slap him and storm out.
“Yes, well, now I have the energy to help you! You feel tired?” he inquired.
She glared daggers at him, “You’re an ass.”
“Yes, I know, but are you tired? You kind of need to be asleep for my magic to work.”
She grumbled, “I have to sleep here? In your bed? You’re nuts aren’t you? You’ll rape me or something, or bite me again.”
He chuckled, “Plenty of women have slept in my bed without those side effects. Most wanting to have their nightmares cleared up, which is basically what I’d be doing for you, but differently. Also, I’ll be asleep too. I’ll even be asleep once you wake up because it’s hard for me to wake up after going so deep into someone’s mind as to put myself into their dream. You could slap me awake if you like!”
Maddie wanted to slap him right now, but was conflicted. This was too much to absorb.
Okay… Voices. What should I do? Trust this freak? Help?
Girl, be logical for a moment. If this vampire wanted to rape you it's not as if you would be able to stop him, awake or not. He is far stronger than you; he manhandled you without the slightest hint of straining. Why in the world would he bother with deceit? Quit being indecisive. You came here for help, you're getting help. Just bloody get on with it.
Gee, I agree with smart ass there, if he wanted to do anything to you other than help, there's nothing you can do to stop him. I wonder if you're already crazy to begin with. Also, you'll have to sleep sooner or later anyway, woman. SO JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!
You should do it.
This has nothing to do with what I first said when I arrived.
She lowered her hateful gaze to her hands, “Alright. I’m sorry I doubted you. Please, help me. I want to understand what’s going on. I’ll sleep now but… Your bed looks like it belongs to books rather than a person.”
Tossing books aside, “So, you will need to go to sleep, if you can’t fall asleep I have a potion for it.”
“Oh that’s comforting,” she muttered.
He chuckled, “I used to have insomnia when I hit puberty. Before they mature vampires are just like humans, and can taste food, not drink blood, walk in the sun, and not fear putting holes in their tongues. So as children we sleep in the night, making the switch to being nocturnal a bit difficult for some. Lay down.”
He’d tossed the books to the other half of the bed and fluffed up the compressed pillows. Maddie kicked off her shoes and lay on the bed, slightly awkwardly. He sat next to her and put a hand on her forehead.
“Once you are connected to the Night Realm I should be able to put myself there with you. So try and fall asleep.”
After the day’s events his order wasn’t hard to follow and she slipped easily back into the uncanny world of the Night Realm.
Syaa VeltiThe world came back to her, the orb in her hand, and the stitched up, pillow-like ground under her feet. Strangely enough she was dressed in the nightgown she had been wearing the last time she ventured into this world. Screams and growls were heard in the distance again, sending chills up her spine. The world grew clearer, and she could see a wall in the distance, and lights. It looked as though there was a town.
She began walking towards it and when she was only about twenty paces from it a wispy figure of a man started to appear beside her. He reached out to her and grabbed her shoulder and almost instantly solidified into the form of Zed.
“Hi,” he smirked, “Believe me now?”
“I guess I have to,” Maddie said with a smile.
He looked over to the wall, “Ah, so you found it. Good.”
“What is it? A town?” she inquired.
Zed sneered, “Syaa Velti, the only known town in the Night Realm.”
Maddie scowled at him, “How do you possibly know so much about this place?”
He began examining the wall to try and find a way in, “That is a story for another day, my dear. Now, let’s find a way in.”
Maddie started walking around the perimeter of the town.
I see you stand at the walls of Syaa Velti, the restful place.
Maybe the best thing to do, would be knock upon the wall, and ask to be let in.
Who knows whom else stands at this gate?
“Another voice?” Maddie thought, not being familiar with this voice.
A quick knock was all it took. The wall began to glow just like the orb, and it seemed to form an arch for her to pass through.
“Zed!” she called, “I found a way in!”
She walked through the light door, her hands out in front of her. The light blinded her as she walked through it but once out of it she found herself in the center of a town square, absolutely nowhere near a wall. Zed then appeared beside her, seeming to step out of thin air.
The two stood on a circular stone platform, surrounded by a pool of silvery water. Beyond that was a large plot of dark purple grass, from which grew a ring of trees with light purple wood and dark blue leafs. A path led from the platform out to what looked like a bunch of shops. On one side of the circular plaza a towering building stood, seeming to be a place of residence for whoever ran the town.
A voice, the one that kept nagging about Zed, then spoke. However, this voice was barely audible to Maddie and she had to strain to hear it.
You should totes go skinny-dipping in the Pool.
And then start exploring the purple grass.
Beware of what the voices speak, they fill your mind and make it weak.
Alright, mystery bitch.
Shut the fuck up.
No one likes you.
Maddie chuckled, hearing the hostility between the two voices.
You fight a chorus, one voice in many, we'll ground you out, show you no pity.
Silence your words, insolent fool, they're but sour notes
We speak with glorious refrain, your tone's as rotten oats.
Alright, you talk big, that's fine, but you're just another tiny whelp. You don't have any help, you're just another talkative, fake scumbag. How about you get your head outta your ass and go take a pass, you're another chump in my hood.
Anuvver whore foun' 'er way inna tha Night Realm, eh? Bloody wunnerful, jus' wot I wan'ed, anuvver idjet takin' up me time. Scoot yer arse missy, don' stan' 'round 'ere doin' nuffin. Git a move on, 'splore tha place, yeah?"
The darker, typically violent voice tried to speak but Maddie could barely make out what it was saying.
Well, well, you....arrived...a... I'l...bug...later...wak...
Oh, a newcomer? Welcome to Syaa Velti, I do hope you enjoy your stay. I genuinely suggest that you first visit the shops.
Welcome to Hell, you insignificant human fleshtoy.
Welcome to Hell.
Really now, is that any way to welcome our new friend?
Just because YOU'RE worthless, doesn't mean SHE is.
This is Hell, for them at least. They all turn into insignificant fleshtoys sooner or later.
Maddie winced, the voices all giving her a headache and making her woozy, even in a dream. The sound of something falling into water made her turn her head to see a splash as Zed fell into the water surrounding the platform. She ran to go help him but he climbed back out on his own before she could.
“What happened?” Maddie inquired as he took off his black coat and wrung it out.
He grimaced, “I can hear the voices in your head in here, because my brain is using yours to enter this dream. So I lost control of my body in here, and just collapsed too close to the edge due to the mental strain.”
“I’m sorry,” Maddie frowned, “I’ll try and suppress them a bit more.”
He nodded and motioned towards the big building, “Should we check out the…Town hall?”
She nodded and the pair of them crossed over a little bridge to the grass. Following a winding path, they reached the stairs of the building. It was a tall building made of some sort of light blue marble with dark purple veins in it. They ascended the stairs, looking at the pillars and the stone statues of what looked like demons hugging, dancing around, and climbing the columns. Most were female, although some were male. The females were clad in dresses of all lengths, most quite long, although a few wore armor. The males wore armor as well, but a few wore fancier garb. The eyes and horns of these demons were all made of the luminocine, but glowed orange instead of white. The statues looked familiar to Maddie; they seemed the same as those she’d seen holding the book.
They reached the front door of the building and Zed looked at Maddie before knocking hard.
A hiss was heard from behind the door, “Shh, quiet down. The town’s in a meeting.… Wait, the towns in a meeting. Who’s out there?”
The door opened a crack and an old man peered out. He had lavender hair that was cut short, exposing two three-inch long, sharp, scarlet horns on the top of his head. His skin was dark purple and he had the weirdest, most shocking eyes. The whites of his eyes were black and glossy, and his irises were bright orange and seemed to glow. He was short, perhaps about five feet tall, and hunched over.
“Zalitri!” he gasped. “The Zalitri have returned! They’ve come back to us! They’ve come to save us!”
Several voices had been speaking inside, but now all was silent as the old man pushed open the door. As he did so, a room full of orange, amber, and dark orange eyes stared at them. They all looked like the old man: horned, blue and purple skins of all shades, hair of blue or purple, and black and orange eyes.
“What does zalitri mean?” Maddie asked Zed.
“Of the day,” he smiled
“Zed? Is that you? I can no longer see you, but that voice sounds familiar,” an old woman began to speak.
Two younger people helped the woman from her seat and helped her as she approached Zed.
“Calci, is that you?” Zed smiled softly. “It is me, Calci.”
“Welcome back, my child. It’s been decades since you stopped to visit. Where have you been? And who is this with you?” the old woman talked rather rapidly. “She feels fleshy, and soft,” the woman poked Maddie’s stomach and she winced as the long sharp nail jabbed her. “Bend down, child, let me feel your horns.”
Maddie scowled but bent down anyway, and the old woman patted the top of her head.
“Oh, you are a zalitre too. Either that or deceptively tall and vocal for a one month old,” she chuckled. “What brings you here?”
Ask for some S&M action
Maddie scowled in her head, disapproving of this voice.
Be honest with them, but tell them only what they need to know. Do not be generous with details best kept secret, or bartered with.
Also, no, do not ask for sex.
Ask for Sex.
I loath you.
Yeah? Well I love you, baby.
And you know it.
Ooooh, this feels... nice. Oh so nice... You can't imagine what this is like. We've both become one. Sensual, loveable, lust personified. We should stay little one. We should stay forever, frolic, pleasure ourselves, do all we can, for all we can. This just... Seems so... Sensuous. Mmmm... I could get used to this. Then, we should kill everyone, little one, become an avatar of lust and destruction, do all we can to both murder and seduce our surroundings, when we get back... You should fuck Jorick, then stab him in the throat. You should do that to the next living being you meet.
Oh we'll have fun won't we.
Oh... So young... Or so old? I do not know... but I could ask? Or is it we now? Am I one but split in twain, or two merged in one. So confusing and exhilarating a thrust, a parry a blow. Mmm... You should lighten up. Let the girl have fun, sometimes all you need to solve a problem, is a few fingers in the right places, and sticking a knife between a man's ribs. You'd know that feeling... Wouldn't you?
But it's right, do not ask for sex. Take it.
Yet another new voice sighed mentally and thought, Killing people one by one with your own hand is such a barbaric method. Why can't you just unleash some miasma or raise undead and observe what happened? Amateurs. Anyway, just ask what you need to know first, then you can go side-seeing the town.
“You know of the book? Night Realm?” Maddie inquired.
The old woman nodded, “Most people such as you get here via the door which the book opens.”
Maddie nodded, “Well, that’s how I got here. Also what do you mean by us saving you?”
“As long as we’ve inhabited this world, monsters known as Nightmares and Terrors and… The Torment have plagued us. If we set foot outside the wall they attack. You, however, are immune to such things. You can simply heal yourself while we cannot.”
“Calci! Stop making us out to be helpless children! We the of the night watch have defended this town in the decades that the zalitri have slacked and left us on our own!” a woman flanked by a pair of what seemed like fraternal twin young adults stepped forth.
They were dressed in leather armor, the female twin sported a bow, the male knives, and the foremost woman had a sword at her hip. “We don’t need you. We don’t want you manipulating our world like a play toy, even if you keep us safe. Your kind have treated us like dolls in the past, and we can take care of ourselves on our own!”
“Now, now, Findrel, Omega, Alpha, calm down. No need to be so harsh to the guests,” a man who was stuck on the other side of the crowd called from upon a throne. “If you recall, the zalitri tend to do more good than they do harm.”
The woman gritted her teeth and shot a glare at the man before storming out with the twins in tow, bumping Zed and Maddie’s shoulders as they passed.
Maddie ignored her but Zed shot an angry look over his shoulder.
“Pardon her, please,” Calci said softly before stepping away.
Maddie then looked over to the man on the throne and began to walk towards him through the crowd. As she did, the voices piped up.
Listen girl, you have been ignoring us, only talking to us in the smallest of ways, let us chat for a second, for what takes hours for others, can be the speed of thought for us. Try it, just think a reply oh lovely little one. Just think, dream for us and think of what could and may be.
It's not that hard little one, let us pull you in.
What did you wish to talk about?
Oh look at this... The little one is here, finally listening, participating in a more... Active manner are we? How wonderful, everyone. Everyone, little lady Maddie is finally beginning her descension, or ascension. I guess it depends on how she uses the wisdom of us.
Ask little one, we want to help, our lives are dependent on you, but we can not help without knowing what you think.
I have nothing I'm particularly interested in other than what you think I should do.
Well, you can decide what you want to do. Ask the old guy on that table? Or go ask the grumpy...uh, woman, with the weapons? Each would tell what the others wouldn't, that much I can tell you.
I would suggest you start by ignoring a certain sum of the voices you here. They're not all that helpful.
Just because the voice is in your head, doesn't mean you should do all that is said. After all, it seems most of the others want to get you in bed.
I agree with the intelligent one, heck, even I am someone not to be trusted at times, when my psyche is split, it's hard to extrapolate my intentions, this togetherness though. It's soothing, I want to help you... For the most part. I would try and get trained in fighting even if it's a little anything would help. I don't think you know how to fight, am I correct dear?
Also, the intelligent ones make themselves known pretty easily. You should be an expert at discerning the fools from the lack there-of.
Furthmore, rhyming is a cheap gimmick, and is only used by those who can not be clever without it.
Assuming my rhyming is intentional, are you?
You know, sometimes I just begin speaking, it just happens to line up in prose of sorts.
You don't have to be jealous of just how incredibly awesome my wordplay is.
Just practice speaking out of something other than your ass.
I tend to do what I think is right, and… Sane. I ignore those voices that appear to wish me harm.
Oi, shut yer moufs fer a minit er two, eh? Fanks.
Lissen 'ere girl. Iff'n yer lookin' fer 'elp 'n' such, alls ya need ta do is ask me, ya see? Don' lissen ta them wot wants yer ta sex 'n' slay folks. Talk ta tha feller on tha fancy seat. 'E seems keen on dem zal-thingies wot ya are. Tha funny word fer humans, y'see. 'E'll give ya tha 'elp ya need.
This one seemed reliable and not too bad, although the accent did make him seem as though he were from a lower class area, when he was alive.
To Mr. Cockney: 'Ello Gov'ner, 'Ow do y'do t'day?
No, but seriously, stop speaking in RP or Cockney or Fauxney, or whatever dialect you're using, speak in a dialect that everyone can understand.
To Mr. Bipolar: Oh please, stop acting like you don't want any love from me, baby.
You know you want it.
I like how you think, hermaphrodite/transvestite/whatever the fuck you've become.
But all that aside girlie, You need to, In order of importance:
1. Learn how to fight for fucks sake.
2. Learn more about this place.
3. Kill those bitches who insulted you.
4. Get laid.
5. Listen to B.O.B's Album Strange Clouds
To Mr. Rhymey This is why I love you.
You don't take shit from nobody.
I like strong women.
Maddie chuckled at “Mr. Rhymey” and the presumed king gave her an odd look but didn’t cease to grin.
Sod off, ya git. Nobody asked fer yer input. If'n ya can't unnerstan' me tha's yer problem, innit? Bloody tossers, gettin' in me business alla time. The voice trailed off, grumbling.
Maddie, followed by Zed, stepped before the king.
“Good night, Zed and his lovely lady friend, assuming you are friends, that is,” the king smiled and stood from his throne, walking to stand before them.
“Good night,” Zed smiled, “I see your father stepped down? Rather recently it would appear, too, considering you were very small when I last saw you. You would chase me around if I don’t recall.”
The king smirked, “I am a king, and I still need a queen, please don’t make me sound like a ninny in front of all the women who might someday be mine. I do need an heir you know.”
“Anywho, this is Maddie. She is your new zalitre. She’s still rather new, so don’t push her out in front of any terrors or nightmares or Torments just yet,” Zed chuckled.
Maddie nodded as the king reached to shake her hand, “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you as well, my name is King Vivey. You understand what you’re undertaking, young lady? You’re now in the position of defending our humble little city from the things outside our walls,” he said, looking slightly apprehensively.
As he spoke Maddie only paid half attention to him, and half attention to his appearance. He had curling markings around the bottoms of his eyes, along his cheek bones. His skin was a mid purple tone, and his hair was dark blue. His eyes were glowing orange, like the rest of them. What she fixated upon most, however, were his horns. His horns were long, needle sharp, slightly twisting, and blood red. It appeared as though they also had holes drilled in them, between which was strung a head piece which seemed to serve as his crown. The head piece draped down over his hair and came to a point in the middle of his forehead where a large sapphire appeared to be fixed with some adhesive. In the back the web of silver, sapphires, and diamonds hung down to slightly passed his shoulders.
“I seem to understand this slightly.” She moved her head from side to side, trying to motion that she was uncertain.
“Hold on,” he said, “Zed, take her into the study, I want to speak with her in private.” As the Zed lead her through a door adjacent to the throne she head Vivey calling the meeting adjourned.
The room behind the throne was a library, mostly full of documents she assumed to be a record of the history of the town, but also books with stranger titles and other titles she couldn’t read.
Vivey came in behind them, shutting the door as the two of them sat at a table.
“Home sweet home,” Zed chuckled looking at the books.
Vivey sat down across from the two of them and smiled, “Ah yes, you’ve told me about your personal library. ‘Tis a shame I cannot supplement it. Anyway, what does she know so far?”
“Next to nothing other than what brought her here was the Night Realm book, to beware nightmares and run screaming in terror for her life if she comes in contact with the Torment and that the voices in her head are the dead past owners of the book. Also that this is a dream to her and that the book is the door to this world. Think that’s the majority of it,” Zed said.
Vivey nodded slowly, “Alright. So, Maddie, zalitre come to this world from an entirely different, yet linked, reality. You are perceiving this reality through your dreams and thus can understand me, even though I’m speaking in a dialect vastly different from anything you’ve ever heard. However, there seems to be some worlds you people can’t translate, such as zalitre.
“Now, being from a different reality, and being that this, to you, is a dream, you cannot be truly physically hurt here. Your mind can be warped and caused to go insane but other than that your body will remain intact and functioning. However, we Syaans can be killed here, and wiped from existence. Thusly, anyone of your type who comes here tends to be most useful to us as guardians because what would kill us, can at most only mentally scar you.”
Maddie scowled, “You sound like you’re making light of something that could lend me in a mental institution.”
“He is,” Zed said, averting his gaze.
“Now, Maddie, your mind will not stop transporting you here until the curse is broken, which no one has ever done before, nor knows how to do,” Vivey expounded, “ We will teach you how to fight them and you will be made a member of my personal court. You will be given a small band of soldiers, and you will have full access to anything and everything I have to offer you, provided you help defend this town. Please, help us. I’ve been out there, and I know how wicked those things can be. I’m not saying it’s an easy job, but it’s safer for you than any of us. So will you take the job?”
“I’ll take the job but, what information do you have on this curse?” Maddie inquired. She noticed things had started to become blurry.*
“I know very little about it, other than the fact that it affects people from the day world, and brings them here. They showed up the same time the Torment did. Also, the curse tends to drive you people mad in the end,” Vivey said plainly.
Maddie nodded slowly, “Why was the woman out there so angry with me?”*
“Since the last zalitre left us and never returned she and a small band of citizens have tried to defend us from the nightmares. They’ve worked hard and they probably think you’re going to take their job away from them.” He sighed.
Oh ho ho, hohoho, hohoho. A squad of men, how... Satisfying, I'm sure you'll find some young buck you'd... Well, would like to buck. I can't wait for such amazing things to happen, already leading a squad of men.
Maybe you should ask for a squad of women, seeing as how you might have to shower together...
But seriously, you have never led an army before, nor do you know the first thing about leadership. Ask the king to become a soldier, and to be allowed to learn how to lead before he throws you in the fray, if he refuses, slap him.
It's the only way.
Or, she could, y'know............Fuck his brains out.
Maddie scowled and then noticed Zed had vanished. Things were getting extremely foggy fast.*
“Looks like your time is up, I’ll see you later, Miss Maddie,” Vivey smiled and waved.*
Maddie awoke in Zed's bed surrounded by books and alone. She heard voices yelling downstairs, the woman who had yelled up before, and Zed.
Questions to decide:
Mkay so I've decided to write a story and eventually I'll include members of spam as characters, but a bit less obviously than in turt's story. Also this story will be semi-interactive as I will let you people choose her name, her race, and influence what she does either directly or via her hearing voices in her head (if there's more than one thing suggested, or if the things are ridiculous).
So this woman goes to live in this town, and she winds up finding a book which casts a spell on her and whenever she falls asleep she wakes up in a weird world called the night realm, which she slowly comes to realize she can dictate kind of like a lucid dream. And we'll go on from there.
Maddie by Blue Rose
Gregory By Blue Rose
Azzurra By Blue Rose
Zaybelle By Blue Rose
Madison Glacia Lotus – the protagonist, she’s half elf half witch although she has the physical features of her elven father. She’s been cursed by the Night Realm and is currently undergoing a process that warps her mind, and sends her into an alternate reality when she sleeps.
Sophie Ze – A fire faery, the daughter of one of the five founding families. In wuv with Jory. Caring and silly but badass
Jory Rhonewood – descendant of the founder of the town, in wuv with Sophie. A powerful mage who is working to develop his talent. He’s quite a bookworm and knows a fair bit. Matter-of-fact, smart, slightly cold.
Eric DeFina – One of the DeFina twins. He’s always there with a shoulder to cry on and advice. He’s also very mommy-y
Gregory DeFina – Eldest of the DeFina twins. He’s very much a lady’s man but is very useful when you need some help with something, although he has little patience.
Zed Arana – Vampire. Son of one of the founding families. He’s slightly reclusive but will give information to anyone who genuinely needs it. He’s very much into trades and bets, especially for a bite to drink.
Eleanor Lotus – Maddie’s aunt. She’s a potion maker and currently Maddie’s guardian. She’s not very controlling of Maddie, but she doesn’t want her getting into trouble.
Indigo – hehehehe
Black – First to find the book and die.
Lime – Second and Pink
Tomato – Third
Dark Orange – Fourth
Cyan – Fifth
Thoughts? Suggestions? Requests on how often you want me to post? Comments on the format? )_)
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The man who claims to rule and teach
Is only master for the rich
And anyway succumbs
To the laws of nature in the end
-The ForeshadowingSlow decay and rest
As we're running fast,
And the mighty ones are nothing
But the last ones.
-The ForeshadowingIf you give the world a chance
It will beat you down to your knees.
If you try to fight it back
It will beat you again and again.
-VildhjartaEverything is a weapon if you hold it right.
-Dead or Alive 5 OSTJust a few facts that I thought you should know...
Life increases your chances of dying,
so why are you trying at all?
On a walk in the summer sun you're more likely to be in a homocide,
not to mention the cancer you'll get and the light waves frying your eyes.
As you're breathing this air,
you're increasing your chances of getting diseased,
so retreat in your house with your spouse,
the one person most likely to kill you.
Imagine a leaf as it falls to the ground
whining about an obstruction on the way down,
curling itself to shield from the wind so hopelessly.
-CireLife is a lesson
You learn it when it's over
Screw the name part, I'm bad at picking names, but make her half faery. Or wait, you said "the race of her father" instead of a halfie, so I guess just faery is my choice.
Also, this sounds pretty neat, I look forward to seeing how it turns out.
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Bump ^_^ I'm so glad people like it
Sophi the Elf.
Credit to Harby the Australian Harbringer.
Eve the Eldritch abomination.
So I guess most people want her to be an elf then?
Alternatively, Jade the zombie.
Credit to Harby the Australian Harbringer.