Unfold

The footprints surely told him of where she would be, for it was known that Sharon left certain imprints, some evidence of her ever been there, for dark fiends and friends to come find her, always in business, already on the look out for that wave, it could be tsunami or a spill across the table cloth, it mattered not, for she found her ways

The stagnant waters, the crippling chains, the arms of the law weigh on poor Hal as he struggled to break apart words that held him frozen, and all he ever did was raise the dead, like the dead do not like to be alive, too bad some people had different views, and his opinion

A fading of something precious, the losing of memory and of identity and something rises to his pit, so very strong he could feel the choking sensation as he watched in wonder, the necromancer first, then the necromancer, all the bad guys win it seems, of being able to do as they pleased and get away with it, it just wasn't fair! and why should he Val play the knight in shiny armor

The shock came suddenly as huge Pug became suddenly aware of how a strong will, an ambitious, unyielding opponent could still prove a problem for his sword was sharp and would cut deep, and while strength would help immensely in battle, there were other ways to minimize loses,

It was alluring, it was intoxicating, to be immersed in the ability to throw forth such a spell, to capture your opponent and hold him captive, he cannot escape, he cannot resist, he falters, tongue tied.

In the quiet night, footsteps could be heard, stopping, starting as soon as she moved again and she did not mind the person following for night was her stronghold, her fortress, and she had many friends of the night, even now she could tell that the person wanted something, more like need, she suppressed a smile and turned round.

A legal writ it is, Val showed the letter to Hal and said to keep his distance, for the dead had troubled him so, even though it had reminded him of the quest, his fevered dreams and goals, still he felt infringed, stepped on, harassed, for why should the dead bother? and of course this

My quest I will not stop till evil be purged! You minion of hell, I will behead you even though you are big and strong, with arms so wide, you could crush my skull easily, but no I will not run from your abomination, your breath like the dead all around, though my body may cave under your might,

Ridiculed, frowned upon for my deformity, what they consider a lack, my past lives must have been quite wicked they say, or that I have hidden moral flaws, how quick to judge when I was little like them, how the handsome kids threw stones on me for being poor, ugly and ill mannered. I never had a father, only a mother

I have paradise, indeed what more could I ask for? When every whim and pout brings about more on the table, for the knights and princes they don't like it when I am sad, and how could they when I am like a china doll ... ... broken inside they don't see this, my mind shattered when I have