Roesavlon

The hoot of the owls echoes through the night filling the travelers with fright.

In The Midst of The Battlefield Flames roared on either side of him as he ran through what was a forest. Trees that once stood hundreds upon hundreds of feet tall with vibrant red leaves. That tasted of honey now nothing but a shadow of what they once were. The trees are barren and burnt but still holding on as persistent as the dragons to survive. What livilness there was left proved to be hazardous as their branches snatched at his wings poking at the membrane that held them together. Possibly thinking that he was there to finish them off as he was a fire breather after all and the trees can’t read intent. So they must take everything as a threat. The worse threat was on the way he could hear the sounds of the metal wings whipping the air in their wake. Unlike the ones on their side who didn’t make a peep. Gliding smoothly through the air like his wings. No time to dwell on the difference of sounds. If they are coming they must be after him. He’s the last one in the unit that

triggers; death, murder Trigger finger Five Seconds Falling Falling. Head over heels. Tumbling. Tumbling. A flash of the tree they used to play in as a kid. Big. Tall. Looming. Falling. Falling. __________ Shouts ring out. In the castle, smoke fills the air. Gunshots ring clear. Stone foundation crumbling. Red floor. Red walls. Everything’s a blanket of red. The smell of the newly dead rises and rises. Where is the captain? Out of all the times to go disappearing there couldn’t be a worse moment than this. More and more faces flash past Nick’s vision, all scarred. All weary. All frightened. None the captain. He calls out for him amongst the other sounds of battle. Nothing. More men fall around him. If he isn’t dead I’m going to kill him. ____ Four seconds Birds fly by. Or is he the bird? Crashing through the trees. Yet suspended in air. Drifting, falling, falling. Voices ringing. _____ “Calling for a war over a silly tree is the most stupid thing you ever suggested.” Nick says

Trust how do you trust a man you just met in an alien museum. Trust trust can easily be misplaced when selfishness takes the reins. Trust you can trust that a peek of the future can turn one to greed. Trust you must trust that the greed could lead to your undoing. So who can you trust to rewrite your fate? Trust you may trust on a person who is opening their eyes. And pray you're not wrong another time.

A new playthrough begins like many before on a game whose horror runs back years ago. But this feels different then those before the air feels tense something is surely a miss. As the game goes on the feeling dissipates into the wind still a few minutes in gotta rewind that scene again. Then you notice it the face cam glitched your blood turns cold you can't look away can't ignore for there will be more. The next one changes Jack's face you knew from so long ago into a more menacing foe a new ego you suppose. But this feels different then those before he feels malicious a vile presence instead of just a bit suspicious. He appears again and again to varying degrees of creepiness. Yet it puzzles you still till the end appears the captions making you aware of what really is going on here. Something is a miss this being isn't a friend maybe if you watch more it will go back to its land or is this already the bitter end?

Go down the hallway of the colored doors open each one with care see what may be there. Open the blue one when injuries you bear take the bandages and heal yourself there. Open the green one when adventure you crave go through the forest remember to be brave. Open the purple one when you want to amaze one and all by tricks said to be fake. Open the black one when your bones are weary let the sound of crickets lure you into sleep. Open the orange one when hunger pangs fruits and berries populate the place. Open the silver one when weapons your desire swords and guns made through fire. Open the pink one when beauty you crave see the flowers at their finest hour. Open the brown one when meat is running low slay the four legged souls running in the grove. Open the gold one when riches are in need be careful not be greedy or you will feel unworthy. Open the white one when you feel the need for blissful solitude to meditate in peace. Open any door you please but don't go

Go down the hallway of the colored doors open each one with care see what may be there. Open the blue one when injuries you bear take the bandages and heal yourself there. Open the green one when adventure you crave go through the forest remember to be brave. Open the purple one when you want to amaze one and all by tricks said to be fake. Open the black one when your bones are weary let the sound of crickets lure you into sleep. Open the orange one when hunger pangs fruits and berries populate the place. Open the silver one when weapons your desire swords and guns made through fire. Open the pink one when beauty you crave see the flowers at their finest hour. Open the brown one when meat is running low slay the four legged souls running in the grove. Open the gold one when riches are in need be careful not be greedy or you will feel unworthy. Open the white one when you feel the need for blissful solitude to meditate in peace. Open any door you please but don't go

Funny how time can change even the most littlest of things from the springtime flower to the leaves' final hour. And oh what beauty those changes bring full of vibrant colors making the heart sing a joyous song so sing along cheer up the frozen one. For even the cold hearted deserves to feel a bit of happiness here and there and smiles are catchy so smile on enjoy the blessing of the sun for winter is sure to come.

There's a time that no other planet has a word for no one else truly has a time like this. The time between the moon second rise and the stars first fade this time we call the in between. During this time as the stars begin to fade we all gather outside eyes on the sky watching as one by one the stars go out only to come back in a roaring blaze the second before the moon reaches the top. Even the animals stop to look up for a mere second in admiration of the wonders of the sky before going along their merry way to live out the rest of their day. The only downside to this spectacular time is that it could give any traveler who happens to be unlearned in the ways of this world a fright that will scar them for the rest of their lives. Now that you have learned all the times but two let me teach you what happens before the night is in full bloom.

My Tardis hums a cheery little song trying  to lift up a heart long since torn oh my dear don't you know there's nothing here to warm. My friends are gone now with the way of time the only ones I have left are you and I though even that feels like it's drifting by. Why did no one tell me long ago that what I inherited was nothing short of a curse? Do you hear the knocking at the door?

Once upon a dream the earth was new laughter and cheer was on every ear. Sorrows and strife never lasted the night sweeping away the tears from yesterday. With words being sweet on the tongue making amends so the friendships never end. Only when greed and sickness came to their knees did the tears never cease. Tearing apart the bonds inside of their heart as greed took prevalence over everything. Draining the well so sickness forever dwelled as no one could pay to see the doctor any day. Oh why couldn't we just put money aside and just work together still the moonlight shines? Did we forget that no matter which coast we roam that we are human down to the bone? Maybe one day the dream will reclaim its glory still the midnights chimes. But until then try to be kind maybe we could rid the world of some of its grime. Oh dream return to us please.

Skeleton soup is made so divine that it'll make any illness shrivel and die. With a bit of chicken and bacon too don't forget a cow bone for flavors swoon. Then add some spices from the Underworld grove make sure they smell of souls. Then stir them all in a cauldron's brew just be sure not to fall in too.