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Sachi walked through the forest, sadly touching all of the trees she saw and they died. She looked 16 and everything about her was white except for her eyes. Her eyes were blood red and glowed slightly. Her master thought the overall appearance was ironic seeing how something so pure would bring nothing but death. Her feet left footprints of dead grass for she walked barefoot. Where she rested her hand on a tree it died and soon caught fire which luckily spread to the others. Her job today was to start a forest fire and collect the souls of everything that had ever committed a sin inside. She was thinking of committing suicide for all of the lives this fire would take but she had a meeting with an old man who was supposed to kill his grandson but have a heart attack shortly after.
She walked out of the forest to let the fire spread before she would back to collect the souls. She walked back into the fire she had begun but the it's hellish orange tongues wouldn’t come anywhere near her. Not of her will but as though she was too evil for the fire to come near. She hated it and reached out to the flame, but where her hand touched it, the flame died and only steam remained. Sachi wondered if this would stop.
She walked out of the forest and into the town. The stone at her feet crumbled and when she brushed agents a window to avoid touching someone she didn’t have to meet yet, it shattered. Every time the wind blew, not a hair on her head would move because the wind died once it came near her.
Sachi walked until she came up to a small cottage on the other side of the town and she knocked on the door. Sadly, she watched it burst to flame. She waited for the fire to burn a hole on the door for her and stepped inside. There she found an old man appearing to be in is 70's sneaking up on a younger man seeming to be the same age as herself caring an ax above his head ready to strike him down. Sachi couldn’t bear to see the young man die to and walked up to the old man and poked him in the chest. She watched him fall to the floor dead. "What have I done? This wasn't supposed to happen this way. They were both supposed to die..." She looked to the younger man knowing what she had to do. But... She raised her finger. One touche and he would be dead. I can't do this anymore... she thought miserably and fell to the floor, tears streaming down her face. "You get to live." She said to the young man. "Father, Forgive me." She prayed.

The young woman of sixteen sighed a bit, running a slender hand throw her crow black hair, her dark blue eyes closed slightly in annoyance. She stared down to the large town from the bedroom balcony, and watched the thick mist the obscured her view of anything outside this little world.
How could she have gotten herself into this predicament? After all the stories she was told…after all the warnings she was given! Eve only shook her head at her own foolishness.

Three days ago, she had gone into the Xelmuc Forest near her home to gather some herbs as she was a medicine woman. There where many tales about this weld….that is was filled with demons and monsters. The most known of them all, however, was that of the Merry Prince; a demon in itself, but a powerful one at that.

She had always thought of it as nothing more than an old wives tale or just another story often told to the children to scare them into being good; once every score, deep in the middle of the forest, one would suddenly be entangled in the wisps of an enchanted mist. It didn’t matter if you turned back…but as long as you walked, you would be taken to the Town of Puppets. Here you would find a demon that ruled over the once mortal folk, but the creature would seem as a kind and happy sort of fellow. In the end of the week, however, you too will be turned into a marionette slave…a simple toy for the Merry Prince.She had seen the mist and she had kept walking. She was now in that town.

For many years, the Merry Prince had become terribly lonely, though surrounded by his puppets….and when Eve became trapped in his kingdom….Well, he had found himself a bride. The young woman refused; she wanted to go back home. Angry, the Merry Prince swore that if she did not give her hand in marriage to him by the end of the week, she too will become a dummy.
Four days left….Eve looked down at the town from her room in the castle, wondering what to do…

Maya looked down at the fallen demon, breathing heavily. He had put up one hell of a fight. She winced and held her side, looking down to see blood soaking through her school uniform from a deep gash on her side. She cursed under her breath and leaned against a tree, trying to take some shelter from the rain that was pouring.
She gasped and jumped at the sound of her cell phone ringing. She quickly answered it with shaking hands and put it to her ear. "H-hello," she said breathlessly.
"Maya, where are you?" her mother responded, sounding worried.
Maya felt her face pale. She was supposed to attend a yoga class with her mother. She looked up and sighed heavily, trying to think of somethin to say. "I forgot about a huge report I had. I just ran over to the library. It's going to take a while."
Maya's mother sighed with a mixture of annoyance and disappointment. "I never see you anymore, Maya."
Maya sighed, wincing in pain. She needed to get off the phone and tend to her wounds. "I know, mom, we'll work on it. I've really got to go, bye!" Maya hung up her phone and sighed heavily.
She thought she heard something behind the tree she was leaning on, and she went very still, her eyes wide.


Isis Croft was the only daughter of the King of Udragoth and being a Lady was the most important thing to her...not!
Isis rolled out of her lavish bed as soon as the sun shone threw her window. She stretched happily and made a squeee sound as she did so. She put on her favorite style of black dress, Black lace up leather boots, and grabbed her hunting gear. She climbed down the wall so she could not be seen,but it was too late.
Isis had misled the time ans staring straight at her father. She tried to plainly walk past him humming a little tune, "Hello father nice morning isn't it? Well I"m off to go...have tea." however her father knew her well and grabbed her by the wrist forcing her to face him once more.
"I we need to talk you need to have a seat." His voice was stern yet there was a touch of sadness to it.
"About what? No...what ever it is can wait I"m going hunting." She looked at him defiantly. Looking into his eyes made her sit where she was. He placed a hand on her lap. "I do you remember the gala at the kingdom four sun's away?"
How could she not. The king and his people were all demons and halflings it was the first time she fell in love although she'd rather die than admit that to Prince Tristan. He did save her from drowning in the lake, but the kiss he stole from her threw her off for some reason. He father did something to piss of his father and they were banned. Soon after Prince Tristan Waged war with Udragoth and all she had left of the memory was this picture she kept in her pocket.

"Yeah I remember daddy... why?"
Her father looked at the floor. "Prince Tristan has decided to call off his troops under one condition my love."
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "And just what might that be?"
"He want's me to surrender you to him as his prize... and his bride."
Isis took a moment to let this sink in and after the fresh air hit her lungs she staired him straight in the eyes. "Daddy don't tell me you agreed." All her father could do was nod his head and end with , "He should be here within the hour."
"How dare you!" She yelled and slapped him in the face. She took off running as fast as her long legs could take her until she was safe in the woods she knew best. Isis leaned up against the tree and cried hard for what seemed like hours untill she felt herself being watched. She turned to face her stalker, but she could see no one.


Melanie was just a normle highschool student who was prone to accidents. It's like she was bad lucks favorite guest. Well, this year, she wanted to make sure that she had the best Halloween ever. She had the whole city mapped out and she was hoping to beable to get candy from every house.
As Melanie walked up to another house that was simauarly decorated as the others she had seen a young boy came crashing out of the bushes, causing her to scream. Once she was throughly embarrased, the boy ran away, snickering.
Melanie ran off after him. She stopped when she didn't have any more beath on a yard she didn't recognize. When she looked at the house, she shivered with how scary it apeared. She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and turned as quickly as her body would allow to see nothing. "Hello?" she called out nerviously, "Is anyone there?"
She didn't know anyone was behind her until se heard a twig snap and she turned around as fast as she could to fac the man behind her...


Rita Moore was an average highschool student. Her gades were exilent and she was happy. Her parents loved her, she had a caring boyfriend, and her best friend in the word. She was often a klutz but no one really took any notice. Slowly, she was beginging to want out of the city. Nothing ever changed there and she thought she was diying fron the inside out. But She put any of the such thoughts out of her mind for tonight.
Rita waved at her boyfriend behind her. "Hurry up or it'll close!" They went out tonight to see a scary movie but they had to reschedule it later- now- because her boss had wanted her to work an extra shift at her job as a cashier because the worker for that particular shift had called in sick. Luckily for them, a nice girl at the ticket counter let them get a full refund for a later show and here they were. Running late again.
Rita stopped to wait for him but he seemed to extraordinarily slow tonight.
"Ugh, I'm not feeling to well tonight, babe." he groaned.
She closed the rest of the distance between them to put a cool hand on his forehead. "Well, no wonder why." she said. "You're burning up. We need to get you home soon." She looked at him with a worried expression then she saw the color drain from his face. "What's wrong, love?" She put a comforting hand on his cheek and his cheek. He looked... horrified. Like he was staring right at a fire breathing dragon.
"I have to go..." he suddenly stated. He quickly turned on his heels and left, muck quicker than what his pace was before and soon he was sprinting away.
"What on Earth..." She looked around for a sign of what might have made him react this way. She didn't think she would be able to catch up with him by now. Rita sighed sadly and pulled the movie tickets out of her pocket and tore them in half. She sat down and rested on a pleasant looking bench. She looked at the sky. But gave up and lowered her head when there where no stars to give her comfort, all invisible in the light of the city. She stayed like that for half an hour without moving. She thought her boyfriend must be home by now and found a pay phone booth to call him. "Please pick up." she pleaded quietly and tried again when it went to voice mail.
Suddenly Rita felt eyes stare at her but didn't react it. A rock flew through the class of the booth and someone rushed in. She screamed but was silenced by a rough hand. She managed to bite him and tasted blood but then she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She glanced down and saw she was gushing blood. Reita screamed again but the attacker put his hand back over her mouth and kept slashing at her. He chuckled darkly.
"Oh, kitty kitty, please don't cry." he sang.
Reita could only see red and quickly lost her strength. So much blood... she thought. My blood...
The assailant began to deepen the cuts he had already made and held the flesh wide open so more of the red, hot, gooey, liquid would pour out. She was dying. "W-w-why?" she choked out.
She couldn't see his face. Only his ominous grin and then he was gone.
"Please don't be sad." a different voice pleaded. "It'll be over soon."
She sighed and cried out when the movement sent waved of pain through her veins. "You'll feel better soon. I promise you will. It'll all be over soon."
Reita had realized that she had never heard the voice before. It wasn't her attackers. It was male and seemingly around her own age. "Just relax and it'll all be over. Just let go..."
"Wh-who..." She choked but tried to relax. The pain was so great, she willed death to come...
Suddenly she was standing. Facing away from the booth. She turned around and saw her own body laying there in a puddle of her own blood and her knees gave out. She felt a light hand on her shoulder and she jumped. "Why?!" she sobbed. Slowly she began to calm down and the overwhelmed sobs that raked her body began to fade. "I'm dead... I'm murdered..." She scrubbed the tears away with the back of her hand. There was no more blood on her. She seemed as she was before she was attacked. "No..."
A man, the same age as herself put a hand on her shoulder. She recognized his voice as the one she heard while dying but now he sounded sad, almost apologetic. "Yes."

Nicole Blitz was a seemingly average 16 year old with divorced parents and semi-good grades that dipped in some areas but excelled in others. Sadly, she didn't have many friends, or rather no one considered her to be a friend. But Nicole loved a girl like a sister that they were practically just that. Sachi. Sachi was her best friend in the world. They would write stories and poems for each other and each would edit and revise each and every one of them until they were perfect. Soon, their bond had grown. They both vowed to always be there for each other, through life and death. They wouldn't leave without the other. But Death had other plans. Sachi was murdered shortly after. No one knew why or even how. Police suspected that it was an animal attack do to the amount of blood at the crime scene. But they couldn't match any of the injuries to an animal, nor any other weapon they've ever seen. Later, her parents took the liberty of revealing a piece of information that sent her into a dark whole that she never climbed out.
When she was found, she was still alive and calling for her sister... Nicole.
In her utter depression, she turned to writing once more for reason to live. Single handedly she wrote her heart out and her work could easily match that of Shakespeare and more. But when her grief was to heavy, she began writing horror scenes full of sickening detail of live torture and spirit possessed people dismembering bodies. Very rarely in any of those stories she wrote, did the killer get caught.
Only... when ever she wrote them, she could always feel a presence, but it felt more like two. One was large and dark. But the other felt weak and sad. Even now, she felt this. But her favorite fountain pen was out of ink and her paper supply diminished. She got up sadly, reluctant to stop writing and put on her shoes and jacket.It was sunny outside but she didn't take any notice. She wanted her pen safely in her hand and what ever story that pops in her head to be on paper. But she kept walking until she jumped at the sound of chirping coming from her pocket and fumbled for her cell phone.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey, where are you? You've had your father and I worried sick." a feminine voice replied.
"Sorry, mom. I'm out getting more paper and ink. I ran out again."
"Oh alright. She said but keep an eye out. Too many murders have gone unsolved around this city and it's ot everyone on edge."
Sachi's murder wasn't the first to go unsolved. Even another man went missing just last week but he had been seen raving about demons in the city.
"Dad bought me a new can on mace."
"Good, I thought he would forget. Well, please pick up some milk while you're out, will you?"
"Will do, mom. Love ya! Bye." She pressed end on her phone and walked into the nearest supply store. She quickly found milk and lined paper but searched in vain for any ink. Nicole groaned and paid for her things.
"What I wouldn't give for a decent notebook and ink." She mumbled, walking out of the store.
Suddenly, Nicole felt those two presences again. The sad one seemed weaker some how. Some one was watching her. Who? She looked down and a glint from something at her feet. A crystal bottle of ink was sitting on top of a beautiful black note book. Both of which were tied together by a red silk ribbon with a card. She hesitated before she picked them up and read the card. "Dear Ms. Blitz..." was all it said.
Nicole untied the ribbon and opened the notebook and as she did, the world around her seemed... transparent. Like suddenly she could see through it and all of it was covered in a shadow. Then a black, shadowy figure with glowing red eyes and an evil grin was walking towards her. Everything around him seemed to become darker than anything else.
"Ms. Blitz, please accept my gift but in return, all I'd like you to do is let me read your work. I quite happen to enjoy your horror storied and want more." he said in a raspy tone. He almost sounded... Nicole gulped... Hungry.
"Wh-who are you?"
"Simply a very large fan of yours. Please keep writing or..."
Nicole dropped the notebook and ran straight home. She slammed her bedroom door and locked it behind her. But there, sitting on her desk was the same notebook she left behind. She snatched it up and threw it out her bedroom window. She turned back to face the desk but there it was, sitting there with it's pages wide open. "It's yours now." said the same raspy voice as before. "You opened it and it saw you. I suggest you start writing before it's too late." She chucked the book once more out the window and realized that she still had the ink cradled in her arm and threw it out the window as well. She shuddered and turned around, knowing what to expect. Bothe notebook and ink were waiting for her on the desk. Nicole took out her cell phone and dialed a familiar number. She had a friend who was very fond of the paranormal and he might be able to help. "Please pick up." she pleaded.

Crystal Shoonhoven was 16 years old and was just a little different from everyone else around her. Her parents named her Crystal because her eyes reminded them of their favorite one. A milky white quarts. Her eyes Have always been white due to her blindness. She has been blind her entire life. How ever, being blind since birth, she easily adapted and the only thing that would give her away to someone passing her on the street was the cane she carried everywhere. She listened to breathing and footsteps to know when to step aside to let someone pass or to know when someone was doing the same for her. However although her eyes couldn't see the mortals and walls around her, she could see terrifying monsters that seemed to float around in darkness but she knew they were jumping from building to building, clinging to the walls. For a long time she pondered what they could possibly be until the word finally hit her. Demon.
Every time she asked about them people just looked at her like she was crazy and say, "What are you talking about? I don't see anything." And the demons would stare at her like she was the one to be feared before they attacked her. Her parents got worried when cuts and bruises appeared on her arms and sought professional help. Sadly, she told a doctor everything she knew about these demons and he put her in a mental institute. She was released after two years of trying to convince them that she didn't see them any more. That was only six months ago and she never smoke of the demons even though their glowing red eyes haunted her dreams and vision.
Crystal simply kept her mouth shut and it seemed like everything was going to be normal again. Or as normal as it could be.
Crystal was walking to the store on a sunny day, wishing she could see it when she heard a noise. It sounded like sword fighting. She looked in the direction it was coming from and there it was. An enormous red eyed demon was clawing at the blackness that was her vision. But every time it beat at the air, a sound rang out like metal on metal and noticed the demon was wounded and frightened. Suddenly another cut appeared on it.
She tried to feel her way around the walls that were blocking her from the scene and slowly did do. Suddenly another cut appeared.
"It's fighting a human?" She whispered and looked around. She couldn't see anything. But she could hear foot steppes and the occasional grunt. Suddenly, the demons head fell off. She walked towards it but an arm restrained her. "Please, you must get out of here. there is a dangerous... gas leak."
"No, there's not. I can smell it." She knelt by the demon and touched it's head. "You killed it..." She looked around but all she could see was blackness and demons.
"K-kill what?" The voice answered nervously.
She listened to his breath and could tell he was lying. "You can see them too... and fight them?" She stared in the direction of the breathing expectantly.
He sighed. "Yes."

Eva leaned back agenst the cushioned seat in a five star restraunt. She had just finished a delicious steak dinner and chocolate cake dessert prepared by one of the best chefs in the world. A waiter standing near by set the bill on the table and Eva picked it up and glanced at it. "Sir, can you please bring me a coffee before I go?"
"Yes, ma'am." she bustled off to get her order.
Eva pulled her wallet out of her pocket and glanced at how much she had. Not enough. she thought bitterly. Eva waved her hand and every tape in every security camera in the restraunt vanished and each camra spat sparks harmlessly. But it was enough to get every one in the restraunt in a panic and everyone was running somewhere. She calmly walked out through the chaos without paying. When she was a safe distance away, the pulled the cameras tapes out of her wallet and threw them in the ocean, destroying all evidence of her being at that particular restraunt.
Eva walked until she was walking on the city boardwalk. It was beautiful and everything seemed animated. The rides were all flashing and children goggling and screaming as their parents waited worriedly for their children to get of a ride or bought them cotton candy. But the crowds were thinning and it was getting late but she wasn't going to leave soon. Not until the beautiful sunset that was far on the horizon was over. Eva leaned pleasantly agenst the rail and longed to be under the water and swimming back home. Ah, but her father, known as Neptune by most and Poseidon by others, but to her, he had only one name. Ocean. He is what created her and he was her home. But she had fallen in love with a mortal and as punishment of such a crime, he banished her to dry land. If Eva so much as dipped her toe in the salty waters of the ocean, she would die. But here she was, with nothing between her and the poisonous water but a few wooden boards and pillars completely relaxed, watching the reflection of the sunset in the water. When it was over, she took a deep breath and walked along. She had no where to go but she didn't care, she would just walk along the water for a long time. Or that was when she saw someone up ahead. It was a man and he looked like he was about to go surfing. Something looked familiar about him... then she remembered. He was the reason she was banished... He was the mortal who stole her heart and her home.
Seeing him was so painful, Eva couldn't help but cry. She had watched him for years in the water and at first, she was merely swimming along when he had caught her attention and curiosity. But then she kept seeing him again and again. She never spoke to him and almost got caught watching him many times but now... Now seeing him filled her heart with sorrow and merely walked past him with little more than a "Good evening" and didn't stop. Eva wouldn't stop. She loved him but she also loved the ocean and knew that by loving him, she didn't deserve either. Eva wiped her tears away and was about to turn towards the city to find a place to sleep when she heard someone call for her.
"Miss!" said the voice.
Eva turned around to see who had addressed her....

Alexandria Hennings was short tempered, beautiful and dangerous., and beautiful. Since she was able to walk, her grandfather taught her how to swim, fight- with a sword and fists- and build ships. It was how her Grandfather made his living. Alexandria had been living with him ever since she was an infant due to an illness that killed her parents and by some miracle, spared her. Still, little did that grandfather know, that that very small child had very big dreams. She wanted to be a pirate; and not just any pirate. She wasted to admired by captains around the world and feared by anyone on the sea. In the small town where she lived, she had a small band of children just like her that she could control. But when she planed a robbery, it went just right as long as they followed her orders exactly. So when she was old enough to build a ship, she spent three years building the best ship her grandfather and herself could build, she only needed a few things to leave and begin her dream.
Late one night, Alexandria waited patiently for her grand father to go to bed and when he was fast asleep, she snuck into his closet to borrow a shirt and trousers and a het. She tied her breasts and his her hair in her hat to appear as a man. Taking her horse to the local pub she let men sign up for an adventure they wouldn't forget. To become part of "Alexander's" crew. She lead them to her ship and had them place it in the water and board it. Some questioned her but she drew a blade to their throats and suddenly became obedient. They helped her sail it into open ocean.
Not an hour later. "Alexander" found his first victim. Silently, she gave orders to the crew and eased her ship along side a huge shipping barge. Members of her crew of the masts slowly laid down planks across the rail of her ship and the barge’s as not to make a sound. There appeared to be little to no guards. It seemed that most of them were sleeping away their shifts as her crew quickly overpowered them and had them gagged. Her sent two members to lock the Ships barracks without waking any of them up and stand guard over them. She tore open crates and saw clothes fit for royalty and cloth of the finest silk and velvet. In other crates were rare firs and spices. She divided the crew into two and sent one half below the deck to see what they could find. One came back to repot that they found cannons, cannon balls, and barrels of gunpowder. "Take as much as you can without sinking my ship!" she ordered and the scrawny man hurried off. Alex smiled as she swelled with pride, seeing how well her crew worked and how smoothly her operations were going. Of course she boxed the hears of anyone who made a sound higher than that of shuffling feet so hard they bled.
But Alexandria walked to the captains quarters and searched the desk carefully as not to wake the man sleeping in a huge feather bed not 20 feet away. She found sacks of gold in every drawer. "You greedy b*****d." she whispered to herself happily. She picked up as much as she could carry until she saw an oil lamp on the desk. She tore a piece of fabric from her vest and dipped it in the oil. She wrote a brief message of the wall and took her gold back to her quarters and dropped the sacks on her bed. She whistled, signaling to her crew that it was time to go. Her grew grabbled what they could carry back and they sailed away. But not before Alexandria lit a match and set it to her message. Her crew had unlocked the barge's crew. She could hear the yells of the captain as he tried to rouse his crew. "Pirated By Alex, Have A Nice Day" She laughed happily with her crew and joined their celebration of a successful mission and took a swig of rum. She grabbed the sacks of gold from her bed and paid everyone on board. The celebration became rowdier and soon she made them pull into port.
"Ah, now, men! I have one more surprise for you!" "Alexander" pulled off his hat off and let her hair fall and took the cloth off her breasts and she sighed in relief. "My Name is Alexandria Hemnings!"
There were shouts of outrage from her crew. "Now! You have all seen how things will be from here on out however, if you wish to leave, the dock is right behind you." there was grumbling but no one made to leave. "Now, keep half the weapons and sell what you can! bring back all the gold you make. If you dare keep any for yourself, you'll make excellent shark bait." She hopped off the rail and landed lightly on the deck and walked away whistling. When she reached her /Grand fathers hut, Alex took a few of her books and a couple of dresses with a note to her grandfather, explaining her journey and that she will be making monthly letters and gold and set off back towards the ship.

6 months later Alexandria was merely a ship away from a full fleet and word of a pirate Lord Alexander spread around the world but she made no move to correct it. If she was ever captured, her captures would be looking for a man and think she was no more then a wench. She oversaw her crew work and maintaining and sailing the very same ship she successfully carried out her first mission. She wasn't afraid to push those who questioned her overboard.
Alexandria walked along the railing as she helped to buff men in fine but casual clothes carry barrels below the deck when she saw someone scurrying away from her and she dropped her barrel. "Hey! you there! Stop!" She ran after him. "Stop him!" she roared and a bulky bald man seized the man by the arm. "A stowaway eh? Well, we can't have that, not can we, Mr. Jenkins?" she said addressing the man who captured the stow away. "Now, who sir are you and what are you doing on my ship." she said calmly.


Humming to herself was a bright young woman appearing to be no older thank 16. Her fish tail swayed with the rhythm of the song, propelling her forward across the endless ocean. Or hours, she swam with colorful schools of fish in orange, blue and yellow. Many of the fish seemed to orbit around her continuously and she pet them. The water around her was getting darker and the fish around her separated as she surfaced. She laid on her back staring at the molten orange and red sunset, watching the stars slowly appear. She stayed like this until a blue moon was high in the sky and followed it. She swam for hours, never slowing. Above the water there was no land for miles, not that the girl would know what it was when she saw it and below were tropical reeves of coral that went on for miles.
She sang a some to her self that she remembered who she believed to be her parents singing it to her when she was younger. But one day, they put her in a small hole in a coral reef while they lures a deadly great white shark away from her hiding place. She had stayed there for days until she knew that the shark was gone but when she searched, she couldn't find the people who had saved her life. So, from then on, she listened to the song and followed the blue moon, for through her eyes, it was blue every time the constellations appeared.

"Our people, they thrived in long moons of past
But oh! How they died and we were lost
We lived like the ocean, to follow the moon
To live long and search long for the long lost Blue Moon.

We thrived! We thrived in long moons of ago
Atlantis was her name, the name of our woe
We angered the gods and then it did perish
But not without saving one. Our Queen the fairest
Let her live like the ocean and follow the moon,
To live long and search long for the long lost Blue Moon.

To live long and perish for the long lost Blue Moon."
She repeated this song over and over, never understanding how this told the tail of her ancient people and what the blue moon meant to her. So instead she spent her nights following the blue moon and sleeping during the day.
The strange mermaid `found some edible seaweed and picked some while she went along and nibbled at it as she swam. When the sun was starting to rise, she found a soft patch of sand on the ocean floor and laid down to rest. It took a long time for sleep and dreams to take her but eventually she fell asleep and dreamed of the two people who had saved her life when she was young. The girl slept for nine hours and woke up to the light nudging from a clown fish and she laid there comfortably for a few more hours before she got up and kept swimming in the general direction she saw the moon lest travel. When the sun faded over the horizon once again and the stars and moon appeared, she was more accurately able to follow the moon, singing the song again.
But something was off about this night. She felt as though she was being watched. A few hours later, she saw something swim by in the corner of her eye but when she turned to look, there was nothing there. The girl shrugged it off, thinking it was a small fast fish and she surfaced to watch the moon not her back for a few moments. Then she saw the shadow again out of the corner of the opposite eye and wasn't able to turn quick enough when something struck her in the back of her neck and the world around her went black. The last thing she saw was a large shadow looming over her.
She awoke on a sandy beach, the waves lapping at her toes. The girl had a severe head ache and sat up. She looked at the sand under her hands and was surprised that it didn't float up around her when she moves it but instead, slipped through her fingers. She noticed how the water only touched her toes rather than she being immersed in it. But the strangest mart of all, her tail was gone. It had been replaced by two long legs. She touched them, shocked to be able to feel the contact and wiggled her toes. She got on her knees and tried to crawl back to the water but she was clumsy on her new legs and kept tripping. When she made it, her legs made it impossible to swim and she could no longer breath in the water. She crawled desperately, gasping for air, back to shore. "What's happened to me?" she said desperately to herself and cried.
She stayed that way until the moon had arisen and gasped when she saw it. It was no longer blue. It was merely a partial white moon. She had never seen a white moon before and she cried harder still.
"Where am I" she whispered.
The girl tried to stand up but fell over twice before she was able to master it and walked, or rather stumbled to the water until she was knee deep and sat in the water. Suddenly, through her eyes, the moon became full and blue again. The girl smiled widely and stopped crying.
Naked, she sat in the water and started singing, "Our people, they thrived in long moons of past..." and went on and on singing it over and over when she heard someone waking on the sand behind her. Turning to face whom ever it was, she splashed the water everywhere and saw a man standing over her. "Who are you?" she whispered.
"I could ask you the same." he replied.
"Where am I?" she said and turned to look at the moon realizing that it had turned back to a white crest in the mans presence....

Nalla walked lazily in a dry river bed, looking at the trees to her right and the gaping wall to her left that seemed to touch the clouds. Before, she had tried to climb the roots sticking out of it and the moss and other plants that has been growing on it since before she was born. Nalla was afraid to travel too far into the woods to her right and had never traveled beyond the point of not seeing the river bed that she was walking in. Nalla kept walking until the river bed became moist and soon she climbed over a wooden damn likely to have been built by some small animal lurking in the dreaded forest. The damn had been keeping all of the water from the river bed and when she jumped off the top of it, she landed in a large pool of water fed by a water falling from at least a mile up the wall and poured into a river leading into the forest and along the wall. She rubbed her eyes, adjusting to the dense mist that covered the area from the fall.
Being careful to avoid being directly hit by the pour of water, she swam until she reached the mouth of the river following the wall and layed of her back, floating feet first downriver. She listened to the then distant roar of the fall and the rustling of the wind whispering through the trees. But then Nalla heard a twig snap and quickly scrambled to her feet. "Wh-who's there?" she said weakly, highly disappointed that her voice broke. She strained her ears while he canned the treeline for the source of the sound. Another snap sounded out and the brush nearest her bean to shake as an enormous figure began to emerge. Nalla stood there,frozen and shaking in fear as a furry head with a large mouth of sharp teeth appeared and blood red and glowing eyes glared at her. It roared and immediately she dove under water, swimming with the current, she easily outran the beast.
Up ahead she saw a tunnel underwater an swam inside. She was engulfed with darkness and she had to feel her way along the tunnel to make sure she did not hit her feet or head on the walls. But when she thought that she couldn't hold her breath any longer, a light appeared overhead and she kicked her legs as hard as she could to reach it.
Nalla surfaced in what seemed as like nothing more than a large puddle in the floor of a huge cavern.
Home sweet home." Nalla whispered to herself.
The cavern floor was made of rough coral covered with sand and was lined with purple, blue, green, and clear crystals. There was a large pool roughly eight feet long and wide full of steaming water. It was being fed by a stream flowing from a hole in the cavern wall and flowed into a hole in the floor. But the room was furnished with a large feather bed in the farthest corner and the walls were lined with shelves crammed with books, stones and bottles with a few dressers scattered around the cave. But the most fascinating feature of the chamber was a large gaping hole at the very top surrounded by glass hanging from strings tied to the ceiling so the light pouring from the hole ran through the glass and shot multicolored light around the room.
Nalla smiled and jumped out of the puddle, feeling completely at ease. She walked over to the steaming pool and slowly went inside, walking on wooden steps she had built so she wouldn't have to concentrate on floating because she had no idea how deep the pool actually was. When she reached the last step, she sat down and stayed like that for hours.
Finally, when her fingers were pruned, Nalla sighed sadly and got out. She walked to one of the dressers closest to her and pulled out a small, hand made blanket to dry herself off with then pulled a soft white gown from a different drawer and slipped into it. Nalla yawned and went to bed, watching the light on the walls sway with a breeze that was moving the glass until she fell asleep.under a huge pile of blankets and animal furs.
Nalla awoke to the sound of glass breaking and she knew she wasn't alone. The hair on her neck stood on end and she sat bolt upright. A growl echoes through the cavern and blood red eyes stared at her from the gaping hole in the ceiling. Nala gasped and was frozen yet again, in fear. "H-h--how could have found th-th-this place?" Tears streamed down her cheeks when she realized that she was tapped."No."

It was terribly late and Elizabeth sill couldn't sleep to save her life. Her reflection stared back at her from the ceiling to floor mirror. She sat up and drew the curtains on her four poster bed. The room was black and scarlet and she imagined that everything was painted in blood. She shuddered and opened the curtains again. Elizabeth couldn't take her eyes off the mirror. She could still remember the day she found the mirror at a garage sale. She could have sworn she say a rabbit run into it and dissapear. When she dragged her mother over, she insisted that she get it and put it in Elizabeth's room. Elizabeth begged that they leave it where it was but her mother is obsessed with interior decorating.
Now, Elizabeth wished that she could break the thing. Shatter it and throw it out so she didn't have to watch the shadows that passed over the pane. Then she saw a butterfly appear. The glass seemed to ripple just as it did on the day of the garage sale. The butterfly landed on her nose. Elizabeth brushed it away gently and it shifted to her hand. She had never seen one like it. The shades of green and blue mixed together in places and was edged in bright red. Black designs on it's wings all seemed to look like eyes.
She got out of bed and stared at the mirror. The surface ripped again and Elizabeth felt like she was touching the surface of an ice cold pond. But it ended after an inch where she felt a breeze on her fingertips. Elizabeth pushed forward and the strange sensation climbed up her elbow to her shoulder and then her toes where she stepped forward. She closed her eyes and stepped though. The first thing she noticed with her eyes still closed. There was a strange music drifting around her. It sounded like chimes. But there were hundreds of flowers in every direction, some she could name and some she couldn't. And there were still more she had never seen before. They were....They were talking to eachother! Elizabeth turned around so to go back to her room, but there was nothing but a field of the talking flowers as far as her eyes can see. But Elizabeth saw a path wind through the flowers in the opposite direction she had come.
Elizabeth was far to nervous and scared to ask the flowers for directions and they seemed to ignore she, pretending she want there. Or maybe they couldn't see her? She followed the path and stopped when a man in the strangest card costume."Excuse me?" she walked up to them. "Do either of you know the way home?"
They all looked at her strangely and take out a scroll. They look at her, then the scroll. Then her again and back to the scroll. Finally they look at her again and yells, "Alice!! Seize her!" Some of them tripped over their feet in a hurry to capture Elizabeth and she kicked one in the knee. "What are you doing? Get off of me." she shouted. "Who is Alice?" An 8 of clubs grabbed her arm and she kicked him right where it hurt and ran through them.
When she looked around, there was nothing familiar at all. Just a large field. She could still see the card men chasing her and kept running along the path. Quickly, Elizabeth ducked behind a tree and waited for each of the card men to pass.It seemed to take a while since there was one straggling behind, clutching where she had kicked him. "I'm going to kill her." he muttered. "Forget the queen. I'll kill her myself."
Elizabeth smiled slightly to herself and wondered who the queen was and what on Earth she wanted with her. Finally she tiptoes deeper into the woods, leaving the path and followed the chimes. It sounded like flutes had joined in with the chimes. After hours of walking, a clearing came into view. A long table was set in the middle and looked like it could seat dozens of people comfortably. It was covered in a patchwork table cloth and set with hundreds of different china sets and tea kettles. There at the head of the table was a man in a bright green coat and the largest top hat she had ever seen. He was talking to himself as though he were entertaining a large crowd at any teaparty. He didn't seem to notice her for now and she sat listening to him. It was so strange but he but he was awfully funny. Elizabeth was sure he would have been a great hit at any party or even his own if the people he were talking to were real. But he seemed perfectly harmless and certainly not same enough to hand her over to those card men if they came so she left her hiding place and went up to him. "Um, sir? Sir?" she walked up to him until she stood three paces away. Elizabeth looked up at him nervously. Up close, she could see there there were two white rabbit ears sticking up on both sides of the hat and shook her head. Everything just got stranger and stranger.