Rain pours heavily in the back ground as a young fit male walks into his home. He hadn’t bothered with an umbrella, instead preferring the nearly freezing temperatures of the rain to bathe his tattered skin. The risk of getting hypothermia doesn’t enter his mind. Well it did when he first stepped out, but he no longer cared. Corey glanced at the empty living room. Snoring roared rampantly from the somewhere in the kitchen, that was the sign he always took whenever he arrived from his part time job at the small town bakery. The snoring meant his step father had drank too much and was taking a light nap before he would rain hell on Corey and his wife. He was incredibly predictable, and if Corey wanted, he could kill the man with ease. But being a teen genius didn’t make him a murderer. And no matter how much he hated his step father, he would never actually harm the man. That would only lead his mother into a depressed state. Feeling the sombre way he always did, he walked the way up t

“Rise and shine, Corey! Today is your lucky day!” a male voice shrieks, startling Corey out of what he thought was slumber. He shook his head from one side to the other, that can’t be right. His body was light, too light. Corey tried to remember what happened. I was plugging in my new game. The lock keeper. Then…. Right. The memory flooded back just as the male began talking again. “Get up, Corey.” He did, mostly out of curiosity. This man sounded nothing like his step father. Or his mother for very obvious reasons. The man didn’t sound human either, the psychotic bite followed with each word. Who is this man? Corey thought to ask. The stranger answered his unasked question. “I am-” Corey got to his feet, eyes still slammed shut. He forced them apart, and gaped. “- the god of games!! Welcome to the lock keeper.” The most cinematic scene played out before Corey’s eyes. A vast patch of greenery surrounded him, the trees taller than skyscrapers. Jellyfishes dangled off each branch,

“And what might this quest be?” Eleanora asked, folding her arms underneath her breast. The noble caught the movement with desire. He cleared his throat. "I need a bag full of creepers before the sun sets.” She tossed a glance to Corey, who was deep in his mind plotting the death of the noble. And how long he would drag out his torture. In his old life, Corey let his bullies get away with everything. Why? He could go to jail for dumping acid down their throats. He did not want that. It would make him the same as his worthless biological father. And his mother, she would be left with his step father. There were a bucket full for reasons why he never struck back against his bullies. Corey maintained an empty expression, worrying Eleanora and the noble. He was bleeding and yet his expression showed no sign of pain, or that he had even felt what happened to him. He gave Eleanora a small, timid nod of acceptance. “Okay.” She stuttered out. Suddenly feeling the chilling wind of Corey’s

“I can’t believe you got us a room here. Corey, how did you do it?” “I killed the elf.” He says without an ounce of remorse. Eleanora displayed her surprised look on her face. “You did what?” “Killed the elf. They should be bringing our food. I’m not going to take a shower, and change. I smell like him.” ‘He doesn’t even care.’ She only gave him a nod. His empty emotions frightened the mage for a moment, before she breathed out the air she had held in. Corey had hugged her back tightly. Other than his lack of care, emotions, his ability to tame her dragon, and do things that were so impossible she had to bet they were illegal, he was great. She swooned while she surveyed the room. The motel had a place for dragons, and other beast to sleep. Corey bought a private area for Greta. Her dragon made a good judgment in trusting him. Eleanora was seeing him differently too. She still didn’t know where he came from, or why his name was weird. But she would find out in due time while he t

“What the fuck are you?” Corey marvels, stretching his arm to touch the leaves. Some are green, and some are pink. The tree bends out of reach, and giggles. Stunning Corey even more. “It can laugh. Amazing.” He took a picture to store in his memory. NewAge: ELDRIS EYES IS A LITERAL NAME FOR THE PLANTS THAT RESIDE NEXT TO THE TOWN. THEY HAVE THE ABILITY TO SUCK AND DRAG ANYONE INTO THEIR FOREST TO FEAST ON THEIR BONES, NOT FLESH. THEY HAVE A BAD REACTION TO CERTAIN CRITERIA OF SKIN. LIKE OGRES AND ORCS. EVEN DEMONS. IF YOU WANT TO MAKE IT TO THE TOWN, KEEP WALKING ALONG THR STRAIGHT PATH UNTIL YOU END UP IN THE MIDDLE OF A BUSY STREET. “Why is it called Eldris eyes?” NewAge: SEVEN HUNDRED YEARS AGO, A SEER NAMED ELDRIS ATTEMPTED TO ASSAULT A WITCH. SHE CURSED HIM, BY TURNING HIS ENTIRE BODY, INTO THIS FOREST AND FORCING HIM TO STAY STUCK AS TREES WITH EYES FOR ETERNITY. UNABLE TO EVER TOUCH A WOMAN AGAIN. THE TOWN NAME AFTER HIM, HAS THE HIGHEST CASES OF ASSAULT AND SEX TRAFFICK