Grave in the Mud

Grave in the Mud

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A pyromancer visits a village where strange creatures from an ancient swamp are kept as companions. This story incorporates real animals from the Carboniferous and Permian periods. For the most part, I have attempted to portray them in a way that is accurate to my (amatuer) understanding of the real organisms, but ultimately this is a fantasy story. They possess many traits that are idealistically speculative at best, their relationships with each other are almost always anachronistic, and some of them have traits that are outright magical. Much like when animals that live today are included in fantasy stories, they are not quite the same as the real thing! Please keep that in mind when reading.
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BOOK ONE: Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was. The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving. Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic. It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it. Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is. I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.

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