There is a forest that likes to pretend that it's ordinary. It isn't, it's quite bizarre. Every night, in fact, zombies and other horrible monsters swarm this place, looking for people to kill. Not that they've found anyone, the forest itself is quite empty of residents. But they search anyway, during the night, shambling and groaning and occasionally leaving body parts lying around. Those disappear pretty quickly, but it still happens. Then the day comes, and they depart to who knows where, swearing (if mindless monsters could think, or in fact swear to anything in particular) that they'l be back the next night. Repeat ad nauseum.
It's currently in the day portion of this cycle of directionless attempts at violence. Maybe this day will be different from all of the others.
But then, probably not, it's a very boring island without anyone here.
It's currently in the day portion of this cycle of directionless attempts at violence. Maybe this day will be different from all of the others.
But then, probably not, it's a very boring island without anyone here.
greatestgift
"If you insist. But if my mother shows up asking why I've been going around smashing things, I'm blaming you."
greatestgift
"Ah, so you don't know everything," says Sable. "In the world I came from, there are creatures called malices that come up out of the ground and try to destroy everything they can reach. People have to kill them, or the ones we didn't get would just grow and grow until they ate the world. My father's killed seven or eight of them, and my mother's killed two, but it's more impressive coming from her because she doesn't have any magic."
greatestgift
"It's a different kind of magic. Have you seen how I kill the walking corpses? Can your star magic do that?"