Somehow he was not himself. Something had replaced him, but he couldn't understand what because he didn't know who he was.
A pillar of flames rose to the sky in a brilliant red and gold glare. The earth shook and rumbled loudly, splitting apart and creating great chasms of darkness. He heard ragged breathing, and realized it was his own. A familiar fear froze to his bones. Shadows began to creep up from the dark chasms and form a circle of hooded figures around him and the pillar of fire, which was now growing and reaching out with tendrils of flame. A low hum could be heard from the hooded figures as they reached out to him, grabbing him with black, skeleton fingers. At this point he screamed, for the fingers began to choke him and pierce him. Pure terror swelled through him as he cried out for help, hoping someone could save him.
A toll bell rang ominously in the distance, and the pillar of fire morphed into the Chapel tower. It's tendrils wrapped themselves around the hooded figures, setting them afire. The hum from the figures grew louder as they continued to scratch, pierce, and choke him. As he felt the life begin to leave his body, one word filled his thoughts;
"Timor..."
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The Great Forest
FantasyWilliam Colton lives in a place where curiosity is discouraged. His town, Dolorhold, is surrounded by a mythical forest and mountain range, isolating it from the rest of the Kingdom of Trea-Ith. Monsters terrorize the town, and the people are afraid...
