Lesser verhalen

I'm too lazy to write a description so see for yourself

This is about BattleTale. Enjoy.

A dream I once had about a battle between three powerful opponents, Ahiga the Star Goblin, Camira the Wind Witch and Daivat, the Diamond Ogre. Who knows if it'll be finished, or has an end.

I am a Lesser. I have been for three years, yet I'm alive! Amazing, right? How can someone who isn't exactly like everyone else survive for that long? I don't know, but I have. Who knows how long I'll keep it up...

Idek

Nahida sits on her mother's lap, Scaramouche. ''Mommy!'' She loves sitting on her mother's lap so much, it was soft and fluffy. Nahida's dad Kazuha, went missing after the Inazuma war, so she had no news on him. But she remembered that her mom and dad fought before the Inazuma war. Kazuha abused Scaramouche that day, so she was very traumatized. Nahida looked at her mom and shook the thoughts off, but the pain and abuse Kazuha gave to them was still there in their heart and mind. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ

"Great men are born in fire, it is the duty of lesser men to light the flames. No matter the cost." - The Doctor (Day of the Doctor) A Rosewick fanfic about the day Roman dies. Kinda deep. Little backstory. Little real Rosewick. Sorry yall, I had fun writing it though

There's no real description for art books that don't sound weird or stuck up. My art gets better, I swear. Bear with me, or just start from a newer chapter. Probably like December or something. Even that's a bit cringe though.

this is truly just a bunch of random stories brought together to make a tale of what ever comes into my head. Every part will be a different story, if it isn't I'll write the title as a second part to whatever story it's about. Enjoy the words!

They think war is done, but even more violence arrives. It is Pan and Lesser's mission to stop that war. But something mysterious goes on between those two. Find out more in this story! Stay tuned.

It was like the light of the moon. A beautiful and graceful beam that reveals the true colors of perfection. Like a veil it cast over the landscapes, and filled the world with a jeweled glimmer of darkness. So beautiful. So perfect. Yet no one saw it, for it only appeared at night, when they were sleeping. All they saw was the bright and burning sun in their face.

Frisk. . the supposed Angel from the Surface above, has killed everyone so many times. It's sad really, they all fall for their cherades again and again. Even Flowey, he is not exempt from this eternal looping. Only I, Chara, the once symbol of Hope of the Underground. Truly know what a monster Frisk truly is, yet they blame it all on me. . the endless killing, the EXP, they blame it all on m e. I never wanted to kill my mother, my father, no one. I killed myself for a reason, because I refused to let Asriel go through the painful death I took. We only wanted to save monsters, and bring peace to everyone. . but we were just children playing a dangerous game. I've seen what my actions have done to my dear brother, Asriel, and Toriel and Asgore. How shattered I made them, but I will fix it. One day, with my Determination, I will find a way to bring peace. and to save my Brother from his empty shell, and let us all live happily underground.