She shouldn’t have eaten that last knight. FireHeart rolled onto her side, grimacing as her stomach protested her binge. She really should have stopped after the two horses and the squire, but she had such a sweet tooth for the crunchy ones. She sighed, singeing a nine foot section of the cave wall. She was […]

It was neither hot nor cold, light nor dark, being nor un-being, it simply was. Existing in a timeless void, the thing that may or may not have been Alexander waited. He had waited for minutes or days or decades or seconds, trapped in the middle of all things. Only the song would free him.