...i had thought that i had found her. time went by. ... then i saw what i was:. her words were fresh from a whetstone:. then i realised that we werent meant to be..  i felt .... i started to change.  started to become something...else. the walls melted away. the sky was dark. a great shadow passed over the .   --red falls with dismay...--  blood fell from the clouds as raindrops. pitch black lightning split the sky. there was no thunder; in its place was the endless amount of screams and cries of crucified victims. the stench of rotting corpses was so overwhelming it made me . i coughed and gasped for air, i needed air. i couldnt breath. my lungs burned with suffocation. i could see little clouds of breath in the freezing cold atmosphere. i could then hear galloping footsteps. and there standing before me as i lay dying a thousand deaths on the ground was a montrously large beast. he was covered in scales. his head was that of a wolf and torso that of a man. his lower body was that of a horse, aside from the feet; those of a croc's. he had four arms, each with two double-jointed elbows. the hands were reptillian as well. the monster's name was Xarach (Zha-rock).

he snarled at me, then spat on my face. then he said, "chorxeid deith dei onto thei." (shor-zh aid daith day ohn-tho they) which means: cursed death be unto thee. he laughed in his low growl of a voice, then galloped away. Xarach's acidic saliva ate away at my face painfully. as i died the thousandth death, the walls faded back, and i was safe in our world. for a while at least...

 

~b