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In the thawed tundra of Bāranok, Durven and Maffe hope for news of the brewing storm of black magic. The Mountains of Dusk to the north harbor the entrance to Jovandur, tunnels of the Witch-folk, who are planning something sinister. However, when Maffe disappears in the night, it is up to Durven to determine what the demons of Jovandur want with his friend. Can he endure the beginning of the end and return to his king unscathed?--------Sallmunik sighed again, then stepped back to peer down into Maffe's eyes. His hand came to rest upon the dwarf's shoulder. "There are limits, love, to even the mightiest of empires, but I rejoice to inform you that this day is not one that we must fear. No mortal horse can outrun Jovandur's wolves, if indeed this human has a horse." He paused, but the belittled form before him remained wordless. The crimson demon lord continued, "Nevermind; he is already dead. Now, my dear, are you ready to join our brethren within the Void? Can you sense Blancslieth's mightiness stirring beneath your feet? Are you prepared to be consumed by the beast of yore?"'Blancslieth,' Durven demanded mentally. 'What is this Blancslieth...?'"Yes."--------Cover, story, characters, and world all created by me.…

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Drama haunts the tunnels beneath Clear Lake Academy. Her eyes can see through floors, or walls for that matter, and she Marks all those who get too close. The school day shows that the Marked become shunned by everyone they thought was an ally, but the Marked don't know why. But then, when the sun descends towards the school's rooftop, the monster's havoc becomes apparent. When Drama Marks her prey, they actually never leave the school. Everyone else sees them do so, but they don't. Not really. They decease. The schoolgrounds are a graveyard, and the Marked occupy them.Can our Hero brave the underground tunnels and save her classmate from the dreadful clutches of the Mark? Can she thwart Drama and send the monster away for good?The letter presented by the name of the story you're about to read happens to be the 5th most frequently used letter of our language here. The only letters of that type are to be found throughout the name of the story. The story was typed up by me for a challenge my 8th grade teacher proposed: create a page-long story that abandons the forsaken letter. (The page lengthened for me.) Thus, sentences may be worded strangely, and you may have to reread a few of them before you understand them. There may be a few occurrences when cheats are made. (For example, when "5th" was typed.) Sorry about that. We'll just have to plow through, won't we?…

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The spring is here, and the Blight and his mistress have emerged from their dark lair. But the sun and colors are painful, almost as painful as the monster's past. He has been bred for darkness, and this smothering light only reminds him of it. The pain.Her smile.However, though the story of his creation is bleak, there may be hope yet. There may be darkness at the end of the tunnel. This dreadful spring may turn into a dreadful night.…