—Glum— The moment he set foot in the little town that was his first impression. But the morning was different. Too cheerful it seemed considering what happened yesterday. Even if you exempted that it’s not weird to see people that happy and all, but the atmosphere around that excitement didn’t seem natural. Might as well see if anyone would talk. It’s starting to feel pointless going slow at it. On the guise of buying a knife he came in to try to get the little he could. Well, he needed the knife anyway. He was never a fan of using weapons, but his hands and the occasional drops of weapon when handing the people that come at him. But who knows, having on on hand could come in handy, he thought. The smith set his hammer, head first, down leaning its shaft beside the rectangular slab of stone which the anvil sat and walked towards the hunter cleaning his hands on his dirt smudged apron. Years in this line of work gave the large old Dwarf a well toned body. He had a thick chestnut b

What’s happening? Where am I? This is… a memory? I remember! A world full of beauty. As the sun rose over the beautiful landscapes, the trees danced to the rhythm of the winds. Like a heavenly dream, I see a wooden cottage. It wasn’t that big but cozy enough to house a small family. Is this, home? —the year and time I can’t remember. The cottage sits on the far side of town, surrounded by all sorts of plants. Seems I loved Trees. I wake up to the sweet melodies of birds and the smooth, soft feel of a bed. I’d forgotten how it feels to sleep, on a bed. I hear a voice… no two, distant. I look out the window to find the voice of the little girl. She’s dancing in the Meadows, giggling. She looks nine. Another girl, a little older joins in chasing after her. I can’t help but faint a smile when she catches up to her. They fall on the soft grass rolling around and then resuming the chase. The long golden hair of the oldest and the shoulder length brunette hair of the little, raced

"Any word…?" The orange glow from the setting sun that came through the giant window gave an orange hue to the entity clad in black that stood before the pane looking out to people of the ruin, busily about their daily business. Three days had passed after Nate's incident and everyone seemed to have already gone back to normal. "No, sire…" The man with the Mohawk is standing a few ways behind, with his hands in the pockets of his spiky leather jacket. Why didn't he take him out when he was vulnerable? What's his reason? Is he really afraid of that kid? Who or what is he for him to be meticulous? Just what's he planning? The man stared as these questions loomed within his mind. "..." "What is your wish?" "… All is set… Are you ready, little one?" He craned his neck to the side, to the girl sitting on the conference table swaying her legs. The man with the Mohawk followed in suit squinting his eyes wearing an expression with a hint of disdain towards the girl. "Hihihi. I sure

That evening when she had forgotten to ask what he would want to eat and him asking for her help she wanted to lay everything out to him, but was unsure of herself or how to react for she knew the consequence if she said a word and if he was indeed to be trusted, contrary to how she felt. W-would it be okay if I did tell him? I'm not entirely sure if I should trust him nor do I really know what is happening. He just entered in here and I… No, it's best to keep quiet… Desperately holding back every single word that her mind wanted the spew out, she clung to her nervousness. She was least bothered about why he had her eat of his plate. Even as they spoke, him "interrogating" her, she had wanted to tell him the truth about the ruin, at least the one she knew. But finding a way to talk as there was someone present was the problem, especially if that person is him. She thought to herself even if she did find a way to tell him, she was uncertain, for things were rather unpredictable, the

Nate… Time and time again I made my way through the harshest of storms but that one felt different, like I was being battered. Each grain of sand that flew at me felt like daggers trying to cut me down, even though I felt no pain… Then suddenly… ping… I hit an invisible wall. A barrier? A magic barrier. I tried to push through but the barrier was strong for me to break through. I reached up with a finger and touched the wall, over the sounds harsh winds I heard a ripple. Instantly my eyes adjusted and I could see the dome-like transparent barrier over the ruin. It was a swelling shade of light. It looked like someone wanted to keep me in. But by doing so they risked the life of the people if I go on another rampage. They're trapped in here, with me. It's got demon written all over it, even the smell… What if it was actually a one way ticket? It sure would explain some things… The barrier definitely wasn't meant for me, but is a means to have me stuck in here. Once you enter yo