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The night sky was clear and the people slept with ease unknown to many. The streets within and the waters below the magically suspended city were still and neither creature of water nor beast land stirred. To those who knew no better, this was surely a sign of good a sign that all was quite well in the world. Unfortunately, some stillness, some silence is a sign of quite the opposite and this night held that sort of deathly peace.


Far away, where no trace of light natural light might ever be found darkly clad mystics and sorcerers conspired- whispering, chanting. They were surrounding a deep pit who's darkness was more like a black hole than a pit should normally be. The figure who was no doubt the head of the foul gathering pulled up from behind him a screaming and struggling thing. It's species, gender, and age are and were of little concern; it's on;y purpose there on that particular night was to bleed, to bleed and die. Perhaps the thing plead for it's life or perhaps it waled nonsense, mortal terror would be reasonable enough cause for either. From the two figures on the leads left and right were produced one knife each, both handed to the lead as their chanting rose far past a whisper. The lead figure, above the chanting spoke a separate set of words plunging the two knives into the screeching sacrifice and then kicking it into the abyssal pit. As the thing fell deeper and deeper the chanting had become even louder and yet so much colder.

From the depths of the pit appeared a bright pink and yellow mist which seemed to take on an almost solid form and as it did so the wild chanting suddenly stopped. Strange runes that were long ago carved into the walls glowed with blues and greens and each of the mystics and sorcerers knelt before the form- all but their leader. This one stepped forward and lowered the hood that the others still kept and in words only the mist creature could hear orders were given and conditions were agreed to. A pact was made, four more sacrifices would be given in the coming nights and a plague of the foulest kind was set free. The creature dissipated leaving no trace of it's arrival but a small stain on the stone flood where the pit had been, and the runes on the wall that still lightly glowed.


A child stirred in the city, she woke from one nightmare only to face another. She opened his window, and stared out that the beautiful land that she loved so much. Rubbing her eyes she leaned farther out of the window and was the first to see the strange miasma creep through the distance. "Brother, brother wake up!" She spoke in hushed tones shaking her brother in a nearby bed. "A fog, come look at the strange, pretty fog!"

Grudgingly the boy got up and went to the window too. He gasped, "Incredible."

"It looks like... it's getting closer..." the young girl said quietly.

The older boy turned to his sister and cautiously asked, "How much closer?"

"It was over the trees at first but now it's on the first bridges and getting into the water." The girl hadn't taken her eyes off of the pink faintly glowing gaseous wave.

The mist was rolling fast- purposefully and it gave the boy a sickening feeling that he hoped his sister shared. He then closed the window tight and filled the cracks with hardening mushroom mush, their dinner from a few hours ago, then nailed his sheet over the window. He gave the same treatment to the door. "Give me your sheets too." He ordered his now anxious sibling.

She did, but then asked, "Why? Whats wrong?"

Panic in his voice horribly hidden he said, "That fog is wrong, and I don't want it in if I can help it." He looked at his sister and took her by the shoulders, "Do not open that door for any reason." She tried to protest but he spoke over her, "We can't help Mom, it's probably already gotten in. We'd have no time to...."


Out side the living mist crawled over the bridges and spilled into the water, infecting the fish and frogs who started eating each other. It got into the stable and woke the animals who became infected and started to rampage. It slipped into the houses and infected the people awake and asleep. They too became hungry and enraged.


The morning came, the wrenched fog was gone and things were once again quiet. The fish, frogs, other animals and people were quiet too. A evil pseudo life let the dead to still walk and the half dead to still hunger, if any truly lived through that night they might wish they hadn't.

A group of travelers approached with the rising of the sun and knew nothing of the nights horror, but they would soon find out. The clear morning sky, the quiet forest, the peaceful air over the city, the stillness of the water below it gave no sign that something wicked was afoot. With eagerness and hopeful anticipation they went forth to face what they never thought possible.