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Vossler who was quite large himself was dwarf be this strange visitor who drew a large tentacle around him.

Vossler shouted as the creature drew him up twenty feet into the air. Face to face with the creature he could see that it teeth were sharp as a piranha’s, and large singular horn sticking out it forehead. The creature spoke with fine tone nearly human like.

“I wish to do you no harm, nor waste your time. I be gentle, tell me were the woman you refer to as Dawn Arrow is or I ripe your arms and legs in front of your comrades.” one of the sharp spider legs touch the side of his face, and Vossler saw that the two tentacles came from his back too, just under the spider legs sticking out his spine.

“She…she is her!” Vossler pointed at Dawn a slim woman with odd appearance, in her younger years Dawn had been described as the ‘star child’; her skin resemble a window to space, white freckles rested in shadow-like skin resembling the emptiness of space.

Vossler was thrown like old rag doll.

“You come with me.” said the creature stretching his two tentacles and sending his hands forwards.

Dawn’s eyes radiated a blue light and both of them were drawn into vacuum, leading into a crossroad.

“Ah Ego indeed pick a fine fight!” the beast approach Dawn without hesitation even within the vacuum.


“There no place like home.”

“why are you lying?”

“Then should I tell the true?

“Yes, go on.”

“The only thing I ever wanted; was for the world to know that I’m just not another face.”

“Another corpse in the river of life.”

“We bleed our existence together.”

“We live, we died but we share no blade.”

“Your going nowhere, please can you look for us?”

“I drank away my last chance, I can‘t help you or me nor any of us.”

“NO! Don‘t go, don‘t go please! I don‘t want to die here all alone.”
He could fell a cold air softly touching his skin, brushing his face, the smell of the salt in the air the hot air that came from below him. The sweet smell of burning herbs and strong liquor.

“Come down, just take rest. Do you want anything to drink?” said the voice of gorgeous woman. Even if her hair was wild with different shades of blond and her skin as pale as milk, and her distant carrot orange eyes, she was of another world of one were beauty was in the eyes of all.

“I’m Arhiady and you?” she wore a tiger fur to cover her upper body while her lower part of strange vestment was made polar bear’s skin, held by series of leather strings.

“Brenno.” he said robbing his face.

“I didn’t know they were more Amateans left in this broken world. Aside from the us.” she looked at him with questionable face, her red lips nearly pressing agents his, he could feel her warm breath on him.

She threw her head up and put her hair back to place before retrieving herself.

“Oh sorry. I must guess you don’t know about us, we don’t make ourselves public. Is rarity we venture outside our lands but lucky that day we found you in the desert.”