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Drabbles of Devi: Our WorldsDevi stood behind his cauldron that him and his injured friends where gathered around watching as strange colored smoke raised from it creating a animated transparent picture of sorts, Devi took a deep breath knowing he would have to tell them everything now as the pictures played.
"Long ago, my ancestor Merlin Ambrosius, and the other great wizards created the magic realm for all magical brings to escape to, to get away from the bigotry, racism, and just plain out hatred of murder full humans… Merlin however left a portal, a portal I now protect here in my place where humans and mythical beings could travel too and forth to the worlds being he knew not all human's where monsters…" Devi spoke as he looked at the pictures in the smoke somberly as they depicting Merlin creating the portals.
"Portals that would never be shut as long as one of his descendents maintained the main portal..Which I have failed to do as the high counsel has succeeded in closing all of them.." Devi continued, th
Drabbles of Wolf: LiesWolf was on his bed like he normally would do when he started trying to compose new lyrics for a song he'd play on his guitar, but unfortunately for him his depression meds had run out and was not about to tell his twin brother Danny that. He hated going to the doctor and it wasn't because he was a siberian husky werewolf, that place smelled like death and sickness …That and his brother an his girlfriend Konani knew that he had actually been put on them.
He let out a grumble unable to focuses flopping face first onto his pillow. His mind wondered back to his young childhood of another lie he had long kept, the werewolf village tribe they had been born into up all the way close to the north where snow would fall heavy every winter in the magic realm. He remembered smelling the food that was cooked on that day as he was playing outside in the snow with his brother and howling at the half moon like a goof.
He and his brother had started chasing some of the native wildlife not to long afte
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.
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