DragonArtist513

The group was in total agreement to sleep. It was later in the afternoon when they were conscious enough to even make the decision and hale their tired bodies and weary minds just inside the runes. The cool stone floor providing some relief from the warmth of the muggy jungle air. Danny felt as they all did. Drained and anxious. They hadn't even been really there but the emotions were so great that even the simple flashback felt almost real to them. Through, the night several Kamis woke in fits, waking a few around them. This happened off and on through the night, and many opted to sleep through most of the morning. The light of day did help to dispel some of the nightmares allowing them a bit more rest. It was early afternoon when the whole group finally awoke. Many of them knowing the exhaustion some felt could not bring it upon themselves to wake those who managed to keep sleeping. Danny woke before a few other but later than most. He still felt emotional drain from the other day.

Danny breathed a sigh of relief as he and the others rested. They had been trekking through the jungle for some time now with no signs of the next runes. It felt like they were going in circles. His controls spun lazily around around him. The joysticks flicked rapidly with a soothing click clack and soft taps of the buttons. After the magical flashback had left him dazed he felt this magic. This presences. It was ancient, and powerful. It almost seemed to pull at every magical fiber of his being to go deeper into the island. His heaved a heavy sigh, with his whole body even his controls nearly dropped to the ground with the weight of it. He felt no closer to where the presence than he did an hour ago. Even the other Kamis seemed to be feeling the long walk as well. Their feathers drooped and tails sagged. Yet, he knew they could all feel it. Just as they had all felt and seen the flashback. They had to keep moving. This was important. This was not just some old tail to tell this was

Danny had been away for quite sometime. He had been spending a long vacation with his dear friend Dragon wandering and exploring her home world after she had mistakenly picked him up around Halloween while he had been stuck as a plush toy. Though he was a bit miffed to have missed some goodies from the holiday it had been quite the adventure. Now he was ready to return to his own world. Yet, another strange happenings are going on in Aurora Land. His home was as he had left it. Albeit much dustier than before. His game consuls would need a good deep cleaning after his absence. Despite his exhaustion from traveling taking care of his games was a top priority. He sighed, and his game controls floated quite a bit lower than normal. He might as well throw the dusty bedding in the wash while he cleaned. It would be a long day. He was about half way though his cleaning session, with the bedding now in the dryer, when the broadcast alert came in through the radio he had turned on to keep him

He pulled and pulled and pulled. Till the tangled mess fell away. The memories. The feelings. The thoughts. They all fell away. He ran. He ran back following the yellow road. His hooves echoed as the clattered on the stones, echoing through the city. He ran past the strangers who had followed him down the yellow road. All the while it seeped into his mind. Not it. Not what he ran from. That remained there. IT. It had always been there. He was not sure anymore if he was running from the depths, the memories and thoughts or if he was running from it. It no longer matter. It seeped into his very being. He would always be Monty. Yet, now he was truly himself. He rand back, through the twisted rose maze. He rand through the maze of shelves and books. He felt it nip at his hooves trying to tangle itself in the small fur tuffs of his legs. He was a nightmare through and through. He had a darkness. Just like the bright Arithma. Just like the logical Unknown. Even the innocent Boogey was a

Poor little Monty. Innocents was never an option. It smiled. It followed- no. It was always there. In the darkest corner of his tiny little metaphysical heart. Monty felt the pull. He felt the urge to follow the NORMAL YELLOW ROAD. Yet he dreaded it. He felt an unease as he followed it. The NORMAL LANDSCAPE did nothing to settle his unease. This feeling of doom, nay dread. He felt as he followed the road. This feeling only got stronger as he met the NORMAL STRANGERS who seemed friendly enough. He TRUSTED THEM. Of course he does they are friends. They are going to follow the YELLOW ROAD together. Despite his fur and scarf and hat he felt a chill. A bone deep chill that had him shaking with EXCITEMENT. His nose twitched softly. The smell of FLOWERS AND FRESHLY CUT GRASS wafted along the GENTALE BREEZE. The SUN WARMED him. It WARMED him to the bone. Through the FLESH. He was WARM. It laughed. It laughed at his unease. The queasy look as he stepped lightly along the path. He was doomed