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I trudged through the diminishing snow. Tufts of grass could already be visible and with the fog cleared the sun’s warm rays could finally make contact with the ground. I was nearing my destination. Leoplorians always lived in the hot grasslands. We always thought of them as primitive barbarians but they were hardly ever thought of, considering they inhabited the farthest lands from Selpia. I tied my coat around my neck. The giant assortment of hare skins were drowning me in sweat. Ice on my boots melted as I walked into pools of water. The grasses and trees grew taller and pools of ice water evaporated the farther I went until ultimately I was the only sign there was ever a cold to be warmed against.

Sundown approached as the sun hid behind a random assortment tall trees. I searched the grassland for a sign of life. No birds flew from the trees, no animals scurried through the grasses. I only managed to collect a handful of insects, mostly common beetles, for dinner. I never liked insects much and they tasted far worse uncooked. But I managed, besides I didn’t want to risk being caught in a rushing grassland inferno. The silence in the grasses was both relaxing and frightening. As the sun fell behind the horizon the air grew cold. It was almost like walking back into Selpia. Dew drops covered the tall grasses. I collapsed against a tree with its branches low and spread out. With my hare-skin pouch as a pillow and my coat as a blanket I slept nestled between the roots of the tree. Even with the tall grasses hiding me, I had the uneasy feeling that there was something watching me. The most perturbing part was that there was a high probability this was true. The Leoplorians hunted for their sacrifice at night. Let mercy come to the Reaper of the night, for the poor creature that falls prey to the grotesque beast-God they serve. Sleep came slowly and spastic movements woke me at random in the dark.

When the dark sky was finally tinted by the bright yellow of the sun, my eyelids felt heavy from a sleepless night and my body hesitated with the thought of movement. I stood and hugged my coat, the air had not yet warmed. Although no birds sang and not a leaf rustled the ambiance felt a little less hostile. I listened closely wanting to hear something other than my breathing.

Did my ears deceive me? I heard a distant sound that was something in between a snort and a laugh. The worst came to mind. They were Leoplorians. Upon instinct I hid behind the tree I slept beneath but panic struck me as I heard heavy footsteps running towards me. I sank lower into the field of yellow grass. The footsteps became closer and hit the ground even harder and even faster. My heart pumped hard and my body shivered. They had seen me, I was sure of it. My hand was already on my sword. Air rushed past me as they ran. The two of them were apparently running in the same direction. Each ran past me on either side of my sanctuary tree. It was morning so I guessed they weren’t too interested in hunting. I peered out of the tall grasses and it was obvious they had not seen me. Their gape was like that of madmen; clumsy and seemingly purposeless. They yelled, hooted and waved their spears up in the air. Black and red paint was smeared all over their naked bodies, save a small area that was covered with a loincloth. Thank the chief that clothed them, let it be said that the bare minimum was enough to save my eyes from a more grotesque sight than their faces.

The Leoplorians were the most ugliest creatures you could ever see. Their misshapen faces would be enough to scare any creature. They had teeth that were randomly placed in their mouths and were of completely different sizes and shapes. Their eyes were wild and stuck out of giant tumors from their massive heads. Tufts of hair grew on only a few areas of their heads. Two v-shaped slits were cut in the middle of their heads. The only “normal” thing about Leoplorians that categorized them as humanoid was their muscular bodies that had no apparent scarring or mutations.

I stalked the quick bastards, hiding behind trees as I went. After only a few minutes I realized they were heading towards a forested area in the grassland. A trail of smoke left the forested area. Fire? Then it hit me where they were headed to. I kept on trailing them until I arrived at the Leoplorians’ camp. The gian

Cursed Fire of Eternity

By: Angellica Martinez

Prologue
The battle did not last long. It was obvious from the moment it began that the Dreadnoughts were outnumbered, yet again. Their attempt to take over yet another empire was as always, futile. Victory was in the hands of the Selpian Empire.

Amethyst read the first paragraph of Magical Highlights, her anger was growing. “Why did they have to kill them, why?” her thoughts screamed in her head, but Amethyst did not dare speak. There was silence in the Dinning Hall. Kornelius kept silent. Even Samira, the 6 year-old, who had not attended the bloody battle, had for once stopped jabbering away. Her eyes, like her sister’s, were dark purple orbs swimming in tears that threatened to pour out any second. Samira did not understand the whole of the problem. All she knew was that her mother and father were gone, and were not coming back. The tension in the large room had spread.



Saberus, the chief guard, had his head down. He felt the guilt of his masters’ death and considered himself ignoble. Kornelius assured him it was the Dreadnaught’s fault, but he still felt it was his responsibility to keep them alive. He did not dare raise his head, his shame and remorse restrained him from doing so.

Amethyst looked around the room. Her sister looked into her eyes and immediately ran into Kornelius’s arms. Amethyst felt sorry for her younger sister. It was unfair her parents were dead. Amethyst threw the newspaper across the long table. Kornelius looked at the newspaper; Samira was still in his arms, crying.

Amethyst finally broke the silence, “They will not get away with this. They will pay...” And although she did not scream, there was undoubtedly anger in her voice.