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Drabbles of Seth: True intentionsSeth stood on the ruins of the town, looking down at the pathetic small army of Mythical folk and humans that had been a pain in his side for so long. The sky was burning deep red from the smoke and the fires caused by the massive shock waves coming from the barriers breaking, his silver hair a straggly mess as he glared at the small army with those icy cyan blue eyes he possessed and started laughing.
He started laughing till his voice cracked and his eyes welled with tears. He had done it, he'd soon accomplish his goal. With a twisted psychotic smile on his face he looked to the sky where a mirror of what looked to be a fantasy per-twenty first century earth starting to crack and shatter.
"AT LEST, FINALLY AFTER TIME HOPPING, MURDER, AND LIVING NUMBERS OF YEARS I HAVE FINALLY DESTROYED AND DEFEATED THE ONLY DAMN PACK OF DEFORMED PILES OF OUT CAST ROTTING WEAK FLESH THAT COULD STOP ME!" Screaming loudly He then looked down to the group.
"This place will be destroyed, the magic realm a
Drabbles of Mata: Nightmare.The sun had long vanished from the sky over the country-suburb mixed town named Alt City. One of it's more darker toned 'unique' residence had placed himself on the rooftops to watch the night sky. Red eyes glowing and strawberry blond hair sprawled behind him he watched stars as they grew in numbers.
He remained quiet for a period of time, closing his eyes before letting out a exhausted groan. "Not going to get any sleep again tonight.." He mumbled as his eyes started to grow heavy. "Damn nightmares…" he added. before drifting off into sleep momentary, It was all that was needed to trigger his nightmare.
Mata awoke to find him self in a pitch black room. What was going on? Is this the nightmare again? where the thoughts that ran through his mind. He could feel the adrenaline rushing though his body, something was coming towards him, he sharply tuned to see a key bored stair case building it's self in a spiral shape, the keys falling down to build the ever growing taller stairs.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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