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The Nameless Tale - Chapter 4Chapter 4: Finding Friends
The next time she woke up she was no longer in that dark, shaky thing. Instead she lay on a blanket by a fire in a forest. She blinked her eyes in confusion, trying to figure out what had happened. Had it all just been a horrible dream? She sat up and nervously let her eyes wander over the camp. Even if it had been just a dream she had fallen asleep in the camp of a human and however nice he might have been that could still lead to much trouble. Especially if they would have found out.
She was a goodhearted little creature, loving to one and all, but they always frightened her. Their dirty, claw-like fingers had a tendency to be dragged in the ground, but no matter how sluggish they seemed to be they were always able to catch her. Clawing at her with those nasty talonlike fingers. As if their
The Nameless Tale - Chapter 3Chapter 3: Leaving Gray Town
He would never quite remember what happened after that, but when he awoke the next morning he was laying on the floor of the Inn, with a contract and a small pouch, containing ten silver as a symbol of good faith, in his hand. When most of the hangover had been cured by a sturdy breakfast of two quarts of the outhouse beer, he was able to read most of the contract, apparently signed by himself and the Mayor. In short it stated that he was hired by the town to take care of the dark forces that had terrorized the town as long as anyone could remember. Upon completion he would receive a reward of 40 silver and whatever bounty he might find in "the Dark Fortress". After reading the contract Sendin extended his breakfast to four quarts of beer before he could bring himself to look at it again.
"By the damn wrench that forced me into thi
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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